Carlos Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

I started walking toward them without thinking. “Elena,” I said. She looked up and her face went pale. The man next to her stopped walking and looked at me. “Who is this?” “This is Carlos,” Elena said. She pulled her arm away from the man. “Carlos this is Miguel. He’s a friend from town.” Miguel held out his hand. “Nice to meet you. Elena has told me a lot about you.” I didn’t shake his hand. “Has she? Has she told you how she’s still my wife? How we’re not divorced yet?”

Alexander added. With a long sigh, Carlos nodded. How could he forget how his father's old friends had looked down on him after his death, claiming he wasn't the role model many thought he was. He said, “I know. I have no regrets. At least I know now that my father never forgot about my future.” “And potentially? He is alive?” Alexander asked. “I don’t know, nor do I want to get my hopes up for a mere signature comparison,” Carlos said. While the two good friends were discussing what to do with the stocks in Manuel Ronaldo’s name, Kendra, Alexander’s girlfriend, was up in one room, calling a dear friend.

Like part of her never made it back from the spirit world. I turned back to him. “You don’t walk into destroyed land and speak like you own it,” I said. Carlos met my stare without blinking. “And yet,” he replied calmly, “I walked in. And you are still listening.” Desmond shifted on his knees, biting back a groan. I stepped slightly in front of him this time. “What do you want?” I asked. “To help you survive what comes next,” Carlos said. “Because killing Divine was only the beginning.” My fingers curled into a fist.

Carlos thinks he's wise and smart, but couldn't even detect a tracker, his men are dumb just like him. After i found out my pookie, yes, this name suits her antics. After I found out she was being kidnapped and it was done by Carlos and his men, I know how ruthless they could be when it comes to a case related to the emperor and if I were to waste a lot of time, I'm sure they really would make her life unbearable. I couldn't let that happen, not to her.

he shouts questioning glaring at the wall. “My children and their late father are descendants of Gwanhoya!” Takada answers him from the entrance of the cave, “How do you know that name?” “I saw it in some sought of a vision or dream, I do not understand what it was but you confirming that for me means I was not hallucinating!” “I understand, that is why you passed out at that time!” “Yes, but I don’t understand, if they are her descendants why is she causing your family so much trouble?”

Carlos repeated his question from yesterday, even though Chelsea had already mentioned that she needed a lot of money right now. Judging from Carlos's offer yesterday, he should know which offer would yield more money. "I'll be your daughter-in-law, Uncle, and I'll do my best to seduce Vano. Luckily, Vano is my senior at campus, so it will be easy to get close to him." Carlos nodded. "A surprisingly fortunate coincidence. Just when I was looking for a girl to be my daughter-in-law, you come forward offering yourself, and it turns out you both go to the same university. I'm sure everything will go smoothly because you must already know his flaws."

Carlos in his magnificent Italian voice spoke. "What? You know I don't smile. It's not my style." Billina said unbiased. "Oh, you don't say. I've seen your bright smile and gorgeous laugh." Carlos replied, a little honestly. Conor was standing there, lost of words. He didn't know that the billionaire bachelor, Carlos Francois De Ville, was the first cousin of billionaire beauty, Billina Bernand. The mother of Carlos was the sister of Billina's mother. And Carlos' mother married an Italian man.

“Carlos isn’t your father. He’s your uncle. Don Simon was your real father.” Andrés’s breath caught. The room spun. His mind reeled backward through years of manipulated truths. His entire life had been shaped by lies, by people he trusted, by family he thought he knew. Betrayal was not new to him—Emily had done it once before—but this was deeper. It was blood-deep. He gritted his teeth. “Why now? Why would Carlos hide this?” Elena didn’t blink. “Because he needed you to sign away your inheritance. If you were his son, everything passed through you cleanly. But as Simon’s heir, you're the direct successor. That changes everything.”

"You know what I'm talking about." I do. And if there's anyone who can have answers for me, it's Carlos. He's an elder, he's seen generations of wolves come and go. He saw The Genocide in its full brutality. I cleared my throat. "I met someone," His liquid blue eyes brightened. "Oh, oh my, finally! Now I can die happy knowing you've gotten a second chance at happiness, son." Second chance at happiness huh? Do I deserve something like that? "There's a problem,"

Everything went to Carlos. A cold dread spread through me, chilling me to the bone. It couldn’t be. My parents, who had showered me with love, who had always ensured I had everything I needed, would never leave me with nothing. Carlos was adopted, yes, brought into the family because my mother couldn’t bear a son, in the hope he’d one day run the company. But they would never have disinherited me. Never. Richard, looking even more uncomfortable, excused himself, leaving me alone with the viper. Carlos’s eyes gleamed with a predatory satisfaction.