“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

 A normal busy day with the family is the perfect time to search for more information. 


 Lauren and Flor is busy, Papa and Mama are both having a business trip followed by a short vacation at Milan. Aaron will visit tomorrow but also busy. I still have things to do with the company...but that can wait. 


 Ending with the useless effort of reading the reports, I immediately search for answers, for proofs of what I had found. 


 Xenon lamp was the first thing I noticed. Did Mama have ulterior motive having it? Then I noticed a safe. 


 Enigma, as I always remember Mama forbidding me to touch it, I tried to remember the possible code to open the safe. 


 I remembered a four number code that Mama always wrote in one of her old notes. I tried it, and I was right, it was the right code. 


 Nightmares, things I always have suspicions of but would deny to believe, became reality as evidences were presented in my very own eyes. 


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