Novel & Cerita Who Is Carlos's Dad In Descendants

"She was throwing up, it doesn't take a genius to not see the swollen tits and the random vomiting. I don't work for you, and I won't standby while you turn into your trash of a father!" Carlos flew into a rage and swung his fist at Carter, but Carlos was too slow. Carter grabbed his arm and slammed him back into the wall. Carlos sneered at him, "You won't speak about my father who had given us everything! He is a king and you need to respect that!" Just then, Michael cleared his throat letting them know he was still there and said,

"She's an outsider, Carlos! Bailey is our blood, and you're standing here defending some stranger over your own sister? What is wrong with you?" On hearing what he said, Raina just sighed and seemed to have finally realized how hard it must be for Carlos to raise these two siblings of his. Maxton had told her that Carlos is an orphan and his parents had died on the same day as Maxton's parents, because they were ambushed and murdered by Evan's father. So Carlos singlehandedly raised Bailey and Marcus. And to think they aren't even grateful to him for everything but keep finding faults with him. Carlos shot Marcus a hard, warning glare, the kind that usually made people back down without ques

He picked up the faint sound of an older man's voice and used his hyper vision to try and observe where it came from. He saw someone. Someone in a cowboy hat with a black mask and a black suit, carrying a red sniper while making his way back to a speedboat at the coast. "Boss is gonna sh*t himself when he hears this..." was the last thing Carlos had heard as the engines started and the boat headed out into the angry ocean. (He left?!) Carlos was still hyperly confused and yet, relieved. "I...have...to get...away from...here!" he strained using his remaining strength but something was off.

“I shouldn’t have acted that way. Miguel seems like a nice man.” “He is a nice man,” she said. “He’s been helping me fix up the house. He’s a carpenter.” “That’s good,” I said. “I’m glad you have someone to help you.” She looked at me for a minute. “Why did you really come over here Carlos? It’s not just to apologize.” “I want to help you too,” I said. “I know you’ve been working on the garden. I used to help my mother with her garden when I was a kid. I know what I’m doing.”

“Save your sorry for later when you will be telling it to my dad after he's released.” Carlos grinned and again my heart skipped. His teeth were still perfectly white and set. And those tiny dimples that only showed briefly when he smiled… Lia! Focus! I slapped myself mentally. I needed to save Dad first. Carlos promised to help. He may be Beta Carlos’ son but with him on my side, saving Dad would be faster because he knew his father better and was closer to him. Maybe I could trust him this time. “Fine. Let's do this.”

He began to frown. "That kid again," Mr. Carlos muttered. "Always meddling everywhere." "Daddy, she's my friend," Daniel said, trying to calm his father. "Friend or not! But she is still a descendant of the Madison Family," Mr. Carlos replied firmly. "Besides, who told you to be friends with her?" the father retorted very sharply. Then Grandma Sophia looked at her daughter-in-law, Mrs. Miriam, to reprimand her husband. "Miriam, please say something to Carlos. We are at a village event. Don't make a scene here," the mother-in-law scolded.

The room felt heavy as Carlos looked at Emiliano with a surprised expression, the gun in his hand slipped and fell to the floor making a thud that startled rhea as she looked at Carlos then at Emiliano, sia's expression was nothing like anyone's "M...my daughter?" Carlos asked in a hoarse tone as if he had something stuck on his throat, he couldn't believe his ears was Emiliano playing a game with him and sia thought the same too how on earth did Rhea become Carlo's daughter

The man glanced around nervously before responding, "Carlos... or Alejandro, whatever you want to call him, saved my life once. He risked everything to help me break free from the clutches of the syndicate. But I've been living in fear ever since, knowing that they could find me at any moment. I'm tired of hiding, tired of looking over my shoulder." Darius felt the weight of the revelation settling on his shoulders. The truth about Carlos, the man Layla had loved and lost, was a labyrinth of shadows and deception. "What happened became of Carlos... to Alejandro?" Darius questioned, his voice edged with concern. He knew that the tale their Carlos had told Layla wasn't the actual story. There

Carlos claimed to be the son of the Truman family; he should have a rather high status in the family. However, Henry did not have such a person in mind. Could he be a fake? He did not look like a fake, though. Carlos? Henry managed to remember vaguely. Carlos seemed to be the descendant of someone from another branch of the Truman family. Henry had no patience in continuing to read about him when he saw Carlos' name. After all, it was a waste of brain capacity to store the information of such an insignificant person. Henry did not expect to meet Carlos there. Robert was kneeling at their family's ancestral temple. There was no sadness in his eyes; there was even a trace of relief.

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.