Carlos Descendants 1 Novels & Stories

"What about you, where are you from?" Alyssa, on the other hand, asked without looking at him, as if she was amusing herself holding flowers. "I'm from Cavite," Carlos replied. "But I'm studying college in manila." Carlos even talked about his family. He said he came from a broken family, his parents both have different families. Carlos said it would be better to live with his grandmother. Alyssa felt sad for Carlos. "I'm sorry," Carlo smiled at her.

He must've get it with the way I stare so he tried to explain. ''Don't tell me, you didn't understand that something strange was happening tonight.'' he said. ''When did I stood by you throughout a whole dinner? Did you think that was tonight's entertainment for me?'' Time to be sarcastic, huh Eduardo? ''Walk me through it Eduardo, I can't crack your code at the moment.'' I was frustrated, scared, terrified, and confused at the same time. ''Carlos' family is using their business affairs to cover their underground integrations.'' he said.

That Italian bastard was at the gala last night, all smiles and hugs like we were old buddies. “And third…” I took out the fourth paper from the envelope. My eyebrows rose as I saw the last name.” “D’Angelo Morano,” Grayson said, voicing my thoughts. I faced him with an expression of confusion and shock. “Don Morano?” I asked and he nodded. “He may have the least reason for taking you out but 20 percent is something. I mean, face it, Leo. You're the next in line of the position of Don and his fucking son is still alive. It might not exactly sit well with him.” Grayson explained.

I said, giving no emotions. "I don't think we're properly introduced. I'm Carlos. The heir to the Alvarez's family and the Sterling Company. I'm sure you've heard of it. A snap of my fingers can end your miserable life, so don't get on my nerves." he stated with pride. His shoulder and head rising to a level. "I'm Travis X---" "I'm not interested in knowing the rest of it, it doesn't matter. Now, here are my rules if you want to last in this place" he took a closer step.

Carlos uttered bitterly. “What secret?” Gina asked, crossing her hands together. “That I’m the real father of Henry,” He voiced, leaving his mother’s mouth wide in shock. “Oh my Goodness. If you are the father of Henry, that means…” Gina was going to say but her son quickly interrupted. “Yes mother, I’m the man Miriam hates the most because I was the one who had ruined her life!” Carlos said, his mother was too stunned to speak while she wrapped her mouth in shock.

10 YEARS LATER It’s been ten years since the war. Apparently, Carlos was making sense the day we were fighting. He is not related to my father in anyway, for which I am grateful. He is the son of my paternal grandfather’s enemy. My paternal grandfather killed Carlos’ father and carried Carlos away when he was a baby. He raised him but never told him about his true identity, but it seems he found out. He became angry and decided to finish what his father started according to him, but we all know where he ended.

Carlos said sinisterly. Christian faced his mansion from the gate where he stood, the hairs on his back were standing erect. He was feeling nervous with where the conversation on the phone was headed. "You're the only family I have left, brother," Christian answered. "I guess that would make your seventeen-year-old daughter, Caroline a pot made of clay,"Carlos responded and after he did, Christian's eyes shot open. "How did...? "I'm the leader of the Mafia, brother. Information on wealthy and affluent people is one of the perks of my position...so is espionage. I can easily plant a spy in your mansion to slit her throat in her sleep with just a word, so don't test me,” Carlos threatened.