Novel & Cerita Carlos De Vil

His actions just now saw to it that she would neither respect him, nor work for him ever again. 'Shit! I slipped!' Carlos mentally smacked his hand to his forehead. Usually he was calm and composed on the outside. It generally would take quite the number to rip away his poker face, but when it came to Evelyn, just as she had always been infatuated with Collen, Carlos wanted Evelyn for himself since the moment he first met her. 'I shouldn't have done that.' Honestly speaking he didn't give a damn about Daphne, Alison, or Kendra. They were all beautiful women, but in his mind the group was a pile of rocks and Evelyn was the beautiful gem in the center that stuck out clear as day.

Carlos just looks at me with his eyebrows raised . “Boss” Is all he says . “Looks like we may have a bigger fight than I thought . Seemingly Vlad has took on some of Papas old tricks” Carlos just smirks , bloodthirsty fucker loves a fight .

It looks like they're really losing their minds. Carlos whispered in his mind with a shake of his head. “Actually, I'm her future husband. I'm Carlos Miguel Sermiento, her fiancée.” He nodded and shook hands with the doctor. The two were silent when the young man answered him, and it seemed that the lines of his smile suddenly disappeared from their lips. Carlos turned to the young man next to him, Ivan, for a moment and drew a mischievous smile on the tip of his lip. Then he turned his gaze again to the doctor in front of them.

Vivian was still speaking when Carlos shouted. He yelled at her; this was the first word he had spoken since he got in. “Can you keep quiet? I am trying to think of the damage you caused me!” Everyone was startled. Rita couldn't take her eyes off Vivian as she longed to understand the meaning of what Carlos had just said. Vivian pretended as if she didn't know what the young man was talking about. “What are you talking about? What did I do? Is that how you address your pregnant wife?” Vivian asked in a hoarse voice.

Angelo remarked nonchalantly and joined Emiliano as they both looked at the black sky "The man is back in town"it was like the whole of Mexico was shifting to Canada, Emiliano knew who Carlos Castillo was. Carlos was a famous businessman some said he was a human trafficker and loved buying little girls for his satisfaction but the man who was even older than Vincent denied the claims saying he was just intelligent and had used his head to build his empire

He thought a lot about how heavy their power and their part in the prophecy were. But just as he was about to face Valentina, the ground shook under them. A new danger came out of the dark. Carlos Varela stepped into view, his eyes shining with evil intent and his troops behind him. Diego felt a chill run down his spine when he saw him. Carlos said with a twisted smile, "I see you've come to terms with your inevitable defeat." "But this is just the start, Diego." You have always been too proud to see the big picture.

Carlos was assigned to investigate the boy working for Miller’s family. That boy was the son of the driver who performed the intentional car accident to kill Virginia. Upon the boy’s meeting with Carlos, he was told about the truth regarding his father’s death. Using a recording from Virginia, Carlos showed it to the boy and he was too shocked to know about that news. The boy, Donatello promised that he would help Carlos to take the revenge to Miller, Lusiana, and Vincent.

He stepped closer, his dark eyes narrowing to slits as he stared intensely into her face, analyzing every micro-expression, trying to read whether she was telling the truth or spinning a calculated lie. Carlos was an absolute master at reading people. He possessed an uncanny, almost terrifying ability to detect the slightest tremor of deceit, a skill he had honed over decades of dirty work. He was one of Master Dark's most trusted inner-circle lieutenants, the man trusted to oversee operations on the ground. Seven held her breath, keeping her pulse under absolute, ironclad control. Finally, Carlos let out a dismissive grunt. Turning on his heel, he walked away from her, hurrying toward his p

But that would never happen; he'll get Vincent first. Right now Vincent was stepping out of the power room, adjusting his trousers with a satisfying sigh. He adjusted his hair and mumbled to himself whether he looked presentable before Kyla. Carlos's hands clenched in his pocket, but he kept his cool. Soon, he'll have Vincent in his custody, and there he'll have his fun. Vincent left, and Carlos stepped out from the shadows. There was a soft cry coming from inside. Not only did this bastard steal the doctor's face, but he was also sleeping with the doctor's wife. Reina Romano.

The signal Victor had arranged with the few men he still trusted, the ones who had not been arrested or killed during the raid. He opened the door to find Carlos, one of his lieutenants, standing in the hallway looking like he had not slept in three days. Carlos was young, maybe twenty-five, but he had been with Victor since the beginning of the exile. Had proven himself loyal when loyalty was rare and valuable. "Tell me something good," Victor said, stepping aside to let him in.