Chapter 59: The Darkness of Degradation

As Aira Jewel quietly returned home, her mind was restless. Marcelino’s words had left a mark, like an arrow piercing her heart. She knew Jack—cunning and clever—was not someone who would easily back down. If Jack had provided information containing her codename as Black Widow, he likely knew more about her and who she really was. Jack's knowledge was a danger she couldn’t ignore.
“If that’s the case, there’s no other way but to end him,” Aira whispered to herself, her eyes darkening with the weight of her decision. “That damn gay wretched Jack must die.”
As she struggled to suppress memories of her nephew, she knew she couldn’t allow someone who might bring down everything she had worked for to live. A secret built on blood and rage, a persona hidden behind the mask of being a mother and a leader.
Meanwhile, at Jack’s house, a twisted joy enveloped his being. In his room, with the faint light filtering through the window, he sat, engrossed in his computer. With every second of the video he watched, his eyes gleamed with the delight of a demon lurking in a human shell.
The scene in the video was disturbing—Marcelino, a man revered by all, was under Jack’s control. A memory of a night filled with desire and degradation; a night Marcelino had tried to erase from his mind but was resurrected by Jack in the form of pixels on a screen.
“My beloved John,” Jack whispered as he watched every move Marcelino made in the video. “I know I’ve only captured your body, but not yet your heart.”
A sweet yet dangerous smile spread across his lips, hinting at a deeper plan. He grasped his hardened member, a symbol of his overwhelming lust and the power he desperately sought to display. His laughter shattered the night’s silence, a laughter that seemed to rise from the depths of hell.
“But I promise you, I will have your heart too,” he continued, his eyes filled with twisted love and hatred. “You’ll learn to love me, especially when I become the new queen of the Innovation family.”
Every word was filled with a promise and a threat, like a curse uttered under a looming darkness. Jack was well-versed in this—holding power through fear and violence, imposing his will on those who were helpless.
As he watched the video, he replayed every detail of that night—every sob from Marcelino, every surge of desire that enveloped his body, and every drop of sweat that bore witness to his triumph. To Jack, Marcelino was not just a person but a trophy he had to claim entirely—body, heart, and soul.
“I love you so much, John,” he whispered while caressing his own skin tenderly. “You don’t know it yet, but you’ll soon be mine completely.”
As he stared at the video, his mind wove intricate plans. How could he force Marcelino to love him? How could he ensure that everything he did would result in an unbreakable bond? He knew he needed to be smart and cunning, just as he had been in the past as a hacker and manipulator. But above all, he knew he had to remove the obstacles in his path—the obstacle named Aira Jewel Innovation.
“A proposal? A king and queen? You’ll be mine, John,” Jack whispered, his voice dripping with certainty.
His eyes sparkled in the dark, filled with determination and malevolence. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he had everything he wanted, even if it meant the lives of others. For Jack, blood and hatred were insignificant prices to pay for his happiness and power.
But amidst his plans and wickedness, there was one thing he didn’t know—that Aira, the woman who had raised him as a nephew, had plans of her own. Plans that would surely turn his entire world upside down. This battle wasn’t just for love and power; it was a battle that would determine their fates.
In this night of secrets and betrayal, every move Jack made carried a perilous risk. His love for Marcelino, filled with twisted obsession, was like a trap that would ultimately lead to his own demise. But in these moments, he didn’t care. To him, Marcelino was a treasure, a treasure he had to possess—no matter the cost.
“In time, my beloved John, we’ll rule together,” he whispered into the darkness, his voice brimming with dreams that could either come true or lead to his downfall.
As the night continued, every second seemed to signal a deepening darkness in their lives. Jack, in his lust and depravity, became a creature of the shadows—a demon ready to crush anyone who stood in his way.
But the darkness did not reside in his heart alone; it also existed in the hearts of those seeking salvation and power. With every step they took, a new door would open—a door leading either to destruction or triumph.
As the video continued to play, the scenes of lust and wickedness reflected in every corner of Jack’s room. A room full of secrets, a room that would bear witness to his plans, and a room that could become the final resting place of his dreams.
In the end, only fate would decide who would rule in the darkness and who would be consumed by it. And with every moment of their lives, the secrets they kept would either guide them to ruin or to rebirth.