Carlos Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

He kissed her head fondly. Carlos's parents are Alesso's uncle and aunt.

, he stated carelessly making Alice glare at the imaginary image of him. “Carlos you bribed them with ice cream!! Who does that?!”, she asked with her hand threw in the air in dismay. Carlos frown over the phone,”was that what they told you, that I bribed them to keep quiet? Oh such little traitors! they begged me for that ice cream and now they are calling it a bribe? Huff! So ungrateful those ones!”, he muttered lowly. Hearing his huff over the phone made Alice rolled her eyes, the man she was currently talking with was Carlo Rodriguez, the son of the multimillionaire Santiago Rodriguez. He’s managing the Rodriguez companies but has the links to the dirtiest and deadliest gangs, mafia and

Carlos held his gaze for a second longer and then said, “This isn’t over and Asher… Is not your son. Even Liam isn’t yours.” “Oh, I think the Rowland Heir is sterile,” Carlos smirked. What the hell? How dare he call my man sterile? I stepped forward, my blood boiling in my veins but Diego held me back by my waist and shook his head. He inched closer to ear and placed a kiss on my cheek, “Let time prove it.” “What? Cat caught your tongue, honey?” Carlos smirked. “No, your comment just made me realise you were spineless from beginning,” I smiled at him, trying to hold my anger. “You couldn’t impregnate Juliana even after being with her for years that you have to have sex and a baby with someon

Not seeing Melissa and her children or any of her supporters here means she doesn't have a hand in this. Carlos, a stern man with graying hair and a deep frown, sat among them. But immediately our eyes locked, Carlos gave me that creepy and annoying smile. I can't believe he could still act like that after planning to oust me out. Does he think that I had no idea that he was the one behind this? He was one of the most strong opponents of my new position, believing that he should have been given the position. Like it’s his birthright. Yeah I hear the story of how grandfather handed the Empire to my father instead of him as uncle Carlos was actually the firstborn. Grandfather said that he fore

“What?” “We are marrying you to Karlo Rodriguez, my love,” Dad inserted. “Are you kidding me?!” I exclaimed that they almost covered their ears. “Who is even Karlo Rodriguez? I don’t know him, and you are deciding to marry me off to that man?!” “I know you are upset, darling, but Karlo Rodriguez is a successful businessman from America. He owns hotels and manages prestigious companies around the cities, not to mention the manufacturing companies that produced all engineering materials and natural resources in the whole country,” Dad shared. “His family has a pleasant background-“

he said quietly, voice rough with feeling, “this is your grandson. The future of the Bryan Empire.” Carlos’s gaze softened, his breath shallow but steady. He studied the infant’s face, then turned that gaze toward Maurice with something close to pride. “He...” Carlos rasped, each word fragile, precious. “He looks just like you. You’ve done... well.” Mia couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears streamed freely as she gently placed the baby into Carlos’s waiting arms. Carlos held the child carefully, reverently, as if the baby were made of light itself. His hands trembled, but his grip was sure. A peace washed over his weary face, softening years of pain and struggle.

“Mom, you should see the man. He's damn gorgeous and somewhat dangerous. He has this aura that you’ll need to obey him. I never meet that kind of person before. I felt like he's a king or something. I notice a weird symbol inside their car, a head of a lion with two swords, and they even have their own flag, and it’s all over the car. I have the guts that he is a president or something, and the security is insanely outrageous.” “Really?” Aunt Maria looked at me confused as if Lena is overacting. “He is part of the royal family in Spain,” I saw how their jaw drops and surprise look written all over their face. “He is a Count. A distant grandchild of Queen Elizabeth.” “So… you’re saying that y

"Carlos hardly ever talked about family. Our father had... messy relationships." "Messy how?" Sofia asked, her pen ready over her legal pad. "Different mothers. Different countries. He grew up in Mexico with his mother after our father's first marriage ended badly." Javier spread a folder of papers across the table. The afternoon light coming through the office windows made the documents look official and threatening. "These are his birth records, DNA test results proving we're related, and the will naming me as the person who gets his overseas money." I stared at the papers, my head spinning. "When did you last talk to Carlos?"

“Yes, Mr. Ross?” “Call Josh,” Carlos growled. “Tell him I need him in my office immediately.” The secretary bowed and disappeared. Carlos stood by the window, the city lights blinking back at him, mocking him with their indifference. A storm churned in his chest, cold and calculating. 'The Fords isn't just any family. They are legacy. Quiet. Lethal. And now Maria has slipped into their arms like a stray finding home. Is this a coincidence, or a threat?'

The one and only Carlos. He was frustrated with Sylvester for one year. That Irish Mafia was way too hungry to grab a hold on American Underworld. He did not understand the fact that it belonged to Carlos. Carlos is the superior and the leading Mafia in American Continent. Just to avoid the gang war in the first place he was not attacking the entire troop of Sylvester. He was searching for Sylvester to rip his heart off. Carlos made his way up to this not by smoking weed. He killed brutally, tortured mercilessly, and pulled every throne out of his path to rule the world. He never denied joining hands for business. But he didn't forget to cut down every finger that ever tried to raise to grab