Hey readersss....
So this is my new book on jayfer yayyy so this story would kind off be a spin off of original amnse but not quite... This is a fanific and nothing more... Hope you all enjoy it.....
Third Person POV
Jasper Jean Mariano had learned early that blood did not always mean belonging.
Her parents died when she was still young—
Jeana Fernandez, all warmth and quiet strength, and Jashfer Mariano, the formidable chairperson of Mariano Industries, a name that once ruled boardrooms and economies alike. Their deaths left behind an empire and two children too young to carry it together.
Jay had an older brother—Percy Mariano, born from her father's first marriage. By blood, he was her stepbrother. By heart, he was simply her brother. Protective. Steady. The only constant she ever knew.
When Jay turned twelve, the world split them apart.
Her maternal grandmother took Jay in, determined to raise her away from the weight of the Mariano name. Percy, only sixteen, stayed back in the United States—already shouldering responsibilities meant for men twice his age, quietly running Mariano Industries while pretending he wasn't still a boy who missed his sister.
Jay never blamed him.
She blamed the silence.
Life with her grandmother was strict, loveless in its own way, and suffocating. Grief curdled into anger. Anger turned into fists. By sixteen, Jay had earned a reputation—street fights, classroom violence, teachers who flinched when she walked in. She wasn't cruel. She was feral. A girl surviving with no outlet for the fire inside her.
Eventually, even her grandmother gave up.
Jay was sent to the Fernandez family, the last remaining branch of her mother's bloodline.
Her aunt Gema Fernandez took her in without hesitation—firm but kind, the type of woman who didn't ask what broke you before handing you a place to sit. Gema had two sons:
Angelo Fernandez, controlled and watchful, and
Aries Fernandez, reckless, loud, and dangerously charming.
They became Jay's family—not by law, but by choice.
What no one knew was that beneath Jay's bruised knuckles and volatile temper lived a mind sharper than most boardrooms could survive.
Hidden from the world, operating under layers of anonymity, Jasper Jean Mariano had founded JJM Group—a medical and hospital branch that rose at an impossible speed. In less than a month, the company's expansion alone impacted multiple countries' GDPs. Governments watched. Investors speculated. No one identified the architect.
No one except Percy.
To the outside world, Jay was a troubled girl passed from one guardian to another.
In reality, she was ruthless.
People ran for her.
Decisions were executed without question.
Orders flowed down chains no one could trace back to her.
In the shadows of global markets, she was known only as Boss Jay—the boss behind the boss behind the boss.
And while the world underestimated her, while the Fernandez household believed they were sheltering a broken girl—
Mark Keifer Watson was about to step into her life.
And for the first time, Jay wouldn't be the only one hiding who she truly was... .
Third Person POV — Mark Keifer Watson
Mark Keifer Watson learned early that blood could be the deadliest thing in a house.
His mother, Serina Watson, had died when he was still a child—murdered by the man who was supposed to protect her. Kaizer Watson killed her for money, for control, for the inheritance tied to the Watson name. Old money. Dangerous money. The kind that rotted families from the inside.
But Kaizer miscalculated.
The Watson inheritance wasn't his.
It was Keifer's.
And the clock was ticking—because the day Keifer turned eighteen, everything Kaizer had killed for would slip through his fingers and land in the hands of the son he tried to break.
Keifer never lived with his father again.
At thirteen, he took his two younger brothers and walked away from the bloodstained mansion and everything it represented.
Keigan Watson, the middle one—quiet, observant, too smart for his age.
Keiren Watson, the youngest—soft-hearted, still believing in good things.
Keifer raised them himself.
No parents. No safety net. Just survival.
By the time he entered HVIS, Keifer was already carved sharp by responsibility. He didn't talk much. Didn't smile often. Rage lived close to the surface, tightly leashed by discipline and loyalty—to his brothers, and only his brothers.
At school, his reputation preceded him.
President of Section E.
The worst section. The violent one. The one teachers feared and administrators avoided.
Fifteen boys.
No girls.
That rule existed for a reason.
Section E was a pressure chamber, and Keifer was the lock holding it together. He didn't rule by noise or fear alone—he ruled by precision. By knowing exactly when to break bones and when to walk away. The boys followed him because chaos only stayed contained when he was in control.
Aries Fernandez was one of the few names that could still ignite something ugly in his chest.
Keifer hated him.
Not because Aries was loud. Or reckless.
But because Aries took Ella.
Took her knowing who Keifer was. Knowing what she meant. Knowing exactly where to cut.
That betrayal still burned.
So Keifer stayed where the world made sense—Section E. Violence with rules. Loyalty with consequences. A place where anger could breathe without destroying the people he loved.
He didn't know yet that a new transfer was coming.
A girl.
One who didn't belong anywhere—
and yet belonged exactly where he ruled.
And when Jasper Jean Mariano walked into Section E, Mark Keifer Watson's carefully controlled world would fracture in ways even he couldn't predict.