“No one can escape reality, not even me.” - C. L. Gutierrez

Clarence Leigh Gutierrez is an otherworldly being you cannot believe actually exists in real life. Call him everything - genius, prodigy, talented, not to include his looks and natural talent of both academics and sports when they were still in school - and he is that. Tell him something to do, and he will surely exceed your expectations.

But Charlotte knew better.

Join Charlotte Leia Aguilar read the forbidden journal of the man who already became a part of her family, where the words of the missing prodigy unveil the reality behind the pretentious genius - the years of his recovery after the captivity of one crazy clown who kidnapped and formed an ideal team of geniuses all over the world and how, despite all these years, still hung up on the psycho - who is dangerous and safety at the same time - and find him with others desperately despite the painful picture it provides the more she got closer to Renz’s story.

Secrets were revealed, revelations that no one but the people involved only knew about are now out. A dark and twisted past of a cold genius is catching up on him, and everyone is sure no one will be left unscathed.

"Who actually is you, Clarence Leigh Gutierrez?"

The Forbidden Journal. [ This would be in the rewriting process since June 2021/ ]

The Forbidden Journal

She just confined me to watch me for 24 hours or more so, and to talk to me, too. 


Hell will be understatement for being left alone yet watched by cameras and guards. 


Eavesdropping from some conversations surrounding me, I heard a familiar rumor. 


As I was released, emptiness embraced me as I saw my family waiting for me. 


Such a picturesque that deceives everyone way too much. 


And then certain scenes flashed in my mind. 


Putting myself together, I relax and tried my best to be polite enough to act. 


You just need to deceive them that you are at least okay, Renz. 


After all, it’s not like they can do something. 


Family has always been my rock, I just need to trick them for few days into believing I am okay. 


On the way home, I notice the subtle concerned looks Mama gave to me. 


Xenial is something I’d rather have right now, not their worries. 


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