Novels by DZARIL

The backseat of the luxury car offered a profound, suffocating silence. Jarren sat perfectly still, utterly bewildered as to why a legendary figure like Luciana Harolds had taken any interest in him at all. After what felt like an eternity, the heavy glass doors of the Joans Group company building finally slid open, and Luciana emerged. Even from a distance, her presence commanded absolute attention, prompting her two personal security guards to sprint ahead and respectfully pull open the heavy rear door of the vehicle.Jarren watched closely, taking in the unmistakable deference with which the heavily built guards treated Luciana Harolds. She slipped gracefully into the leather interior, sliding across the spacious seat until she came to rest right beside him."Your life after this will become hell, Mr. Corpuz," Luciana said to him.He swallowed hard, the dry lump in his throat catching him off guard as he scrambled for a response. Her words carried a strange dual weight, stinging hi

The heavy glass door of the dining room swung open to reveal the familiar warmth of home, though the atmosphere inside felt thick with unspoken tension. Nerissa stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the floor, only to find her family already gathered around the elongated mahogany table. They were deep into their evening meal, the silver cutlery clinking against porcelain plates under the soft glow of the chandelier.Her father sat at the head of the table, his posture rigid. To his right sat her mother, her expression pinched with lingering annoyance, while Niro picked listlessly at his food. Beside him sat Damian, whose presence always felt a little too permanent, like a fixture that had been bolted into the family dynamic without anyone asking for permission."Good of you to finally grace us with your presence, Nerissa," her father said, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the room. "Where on earth have you been?"Before she could even form a reply, Damian leaned

Nerissa stood in the tense, echoing lobby of the corporate building as her cousin Damian stepped closer, his jaw clenched in tight, theatrical frustration. "Neri, you really need to defend your brother against your ex-boyfriend," Damian urged, his voice pitching high with indignation. "He constantly bullies Niro every single time their paths happen to cross in these hallways." Nerissa kept her posture rigid, though a familiar weight settled deep in her chest. "Damian, I honestly would have stepped in right away if I had only been standing here a minute ago." Before she could offer more, a soft, strained sound drew their attention to the side. Niro stood rubbing his jaw, his eyes downcast in a picture of quiet distress. "Jarren is completely crossing the line with how physically abusive he is becoming, the absolute bullshit," Niro murmured, his voice trembling just enough to draw an immediate wave of sympathetic pity. "Just take Niro down to the corporate building clinic, Damian,"

She was the woman every female on earth secretly envied, celebrated as the undisputed titan at the helm of her family’s massive conglomerate. Having managed the vast Harolds Empire for just five short years, Luciana stood firmly at the absolute peak of her power, radiating an aura of chilling control that commanded absolute obedience without her ever having to raise her voice."What do you think you're doing here?" Damian demanded, his voice echoing sharply across the polished marble floors as he glared at the intruder."Let go of Mr. Corpuz, right now," Luciana commanded the two burly security guards who had a firm, bruising grip on Jarren’s arms.The guards momentarily glanced toward Alex, then to Damian, and finally sought silent permission from Niro before making a move."Let him go," Niro ordered, his pride visibly bruised and fracturing under the immense weight of Luciana's piercing glare.The two guards instantly released Jarren, allowing him to stumble forward, dust himself of

Jarren Corpuz walked through the automated sliding doors of the Joans Group lobby, carrying an expensive leather envelope while wearing a tailored midnight suit darker than a moonless night and a luxury wristwatch that cost more than two high end condominiums.The ambient temperature of the bustling ground floor seemed to drop the moment he crossed the threshold. His dark hair was swept back meticulously, accentuating the sharp planes of his face and the silent fury burning behind his tinted sunglasses. Employees scurried past with hurried steps, avoiding eye contact as though witnessing a ghost walking among the living. He kept his stride steady, refusing to let the heavy weight of impending conflict compromise his posture.Before he could reach the elevator banks, Niro intercepted him with a predatory grin plastered across his face."Taking a leisurely stroll through forbidden territory, Jarren Corpuz?" Niro asked, his voice laced with venomous amusement as he stepped directly into

Rina and Niro remained rooted to the spot where they stood, unable to break away from the heavy tension lingering between them. Niro swallowed hard, his throat dry and tight as the bitter reality of what had just transpired between the two of them and his mother finally settled in."You truly are a devil, Jarren!" Niro spat out, his voice trembling with a mixture of raw indignation and uncontainable anger."You have the absolute nerve to call me a devil, Niro?" Jarren replied, his tone surprisingly steady as he swallowed back his own rising frustration. "Look around you right now! There are barely any people inside this building that I rightfully own. I honestly thought you two would come here with a shred of civility and decency, but instead, you show up demanding that I return Neri's money when she does not have a single cent sitting with me!""Just admit the truth, you simply refuse to pay what you owe!" Niro shouted, thrusting his right index finger straight toward Jarren's face t