Carlos From Descendants Two Novels & Stories

“You ordered Tania killed.” The man chuckled. He crouched and grabbed Andreas’s chin, forcing him to look up. “Well… I see you’ve figured that out already.” He gave a small theatrical bow. “Nice to meet you too.” Then he straightened. “I’m Don Carlos.” He began pacing slowly around Andreas like a predator. “Tania was a lovely girl,” Don Carlos continued casually. “The best of my girls. An integral part of my business.” His voice hardened. “But she got greedy. She began stealing from me.”

, 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 stood up, flashing his most charming smile. "Nyx," he greeted, extending his hand. "You look stunning, as always." She ignored his outstretched hand and took a seat across from him. "What do you want, Carlos?" she asked, her voice cold and direct. Carlos chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Straight to the point. I like that." He paused, then said, "You’re becoming a real force in the underworld. I admire that. And I think you and I could be... more than just rivals."

"Amelia!" Within seconds I'm swept off my feet and lifted up from the ground. Carlos spins me around, laughing as we dance on the floor. He must have hit his head—we aren't that good friends. Carlos is a gangster, at least around his men. Around me, he becomes a total child, but he still wouldn't usually dance like this. "Carlos!" I'm smiling so hard it hurts, happy to see a familiar face. "What are you doing with the nomads?"

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.

barely. He remembered saying some things. “Do you know...” Carlos’s voice was hoarse, “that my father owns S.K. Institute?” Manuel stared. “What?” Carlos let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah. The same father I ran away from. The one I swore I’d never go back to.” Manuel didn’t respond. Just looked at him, confused and exhausted. Then Carlos had passed out. Now, as the memory faded, Carlos looked at Manuel and whispered, “Thank you. For coming for me.”

Carlos said casually, though every word leaving his lips felt as sharp as a blade. The silence on the other end suddenly shattered with booming laughter. Heavy, hoarse laughter filled with mocking amusement. “Hahaha! Carlos, Carlos... It’s nice to hear your voice still sounding so healthy,” Baron Cross replied from the other end of the line. “You’re still holding onto your old grudge against me, Baron?” Carlos walked around the chairs of the two captives, his cold eyes fixed on the men who had begun sweating nervously. “But don’t ever dream that you can destroy the Derox family with your cheap tricks.”

"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?"

Both Sarah and Caroline asked with surprise. "Ya, I saw her for the first time when I went to the Hamilton mansion to deliver some papers given to me by Roland. I saw her and I lost control. I tried to take her to the middle of the living area when Drake came and beat me up. He warned not to step foot in the mansion ever again. I wanted to have her at any cost, so I hired some red dragons to kidnap her" Carlos said. He did not sound guilty at all. He narrated everything as if it's Drake who is in the wrong, not him.

Carlos After Warren undergoes a thorough medical examination and tests at the doctor's, we return to the mansion. He sits beside me in the car, choosing the backseat and appearing visibly drained and fatigued. Attempting to break the tension, I remark, "It's been a long night, hasn't it?" Warren's gaze shifts towards me, a look of inquiry clouding his features. With a furrowed brow, he voices his concerns, questioning me directly, "Carlos, did you kill the kid?"