he Port Charles papers were filled with headlines for weeks about the bloody massacre that had happened in the penthouse of Sonny Corinthos. When the police arrived on the scene they had found four bodies laying on the floor of Sonny's penthouse. Carly Corinthos was laying by the door in jewels and a nightgown holding a gun in her hand. Jasper Jacks had been found laying in between the kitchen and living room. And in the middle of the living room Sonny Corinthos and Brenda Barrett were laying in each other's arms dead.
When the papers learned this hadn't been a gangland slaying, but a crime of passion, the romance of the Mobster and the Model, as the press had long ago named them, took on legendary proportions. It was the stuff legends were made of. Two star-crossed lovers laying entwined in each others arms dead, while a few feet away their significant others laid after having killed them.
The Port Charles Police Department, never the smartest cop shop around, surmised that Carly and Jax had shot Sonny and Brenda, then had accidentally shot each other. They couldn't explain the strangeness of Brenda's gunshot wound, nor did they even try. Finding a satisfactory conclusion, the case file was mark closed.
It seemed that neither Marco nor Belinda could escape their destiny.
If anyone in Port Charles should happen to put the name Michael Corinthos Jr. into an Internet search engine, wanting to find out about Port Charles most legendary gangster, they might stumble upon news of another Michael Corinthos who lived in the year 1792 with his wife Brenda. They made quite a name for themselves.
Years before the infamous California gold rush had historically happened, they had travelled west and struck it rich, setting off Gold Fever years before it was supposed to happen. When others had come west to make their fortune, they had set up a general store to sell them supplies, raking in even more money. Coming from the future definitely had its advantages.
On a personal note, they had found the perfect piece of land by the sea to build their dream house on not long after coming to California and they had soon filled their home with many of their children. The first of those children being a boy who bore the strange moniker of Stone Corinthos.
Those who had known the Corinthos' said they had never seen two people more in love. They had loved each other so much, they had even died together. One morning many decades later, a servant had found that the now elderly Mr. and Mrs. Corinthos' had passed peacefully in their sleep. They had died holding each other's hands, refusing to let even death separate them from each other.
Even years after they were long dead, some still swore they could still see them walking hand-in-hand along the beach that was right near where their house stood. They were taking a romantic midnight stroll together like they had done on many a night. They were laughing and kissing and just happy to be together. Henceforth the locals began to refer to the beach, as Lovers Beach, in honor of them.
And if anyone should type the name Jocelyn Jerrold in that same search engine they would read how he had been murdered by his wife, Belinda, and her lover, Marco Consuelos, an indentured servant of Mr. Jerrolds. After murdering Mr. Jerrold, Belinda Jerrold and Marco Consuelos ran off together with the money and jewels they had stolen from Jerrold's safe and were never heard from again.
Right after the murder, there had been quite a manhunt for the couple, but it had proved fruitless. Mr. Consuelos and Mrs. Jerrold seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. Or maybe they just went to California, struck it rich and lived happily ever after together.
The End