Who Is Carlos's Dad In Descendants 소설 & 이야기

He takes the bag and kisses her. “I got you this, Dad,” Carlos says, handing him a box. “Dad?” G furrows her brows and looks between them. “He said it was okay if I called him that.” “I told you to do whatever you wanted because you were annoying me.” “Don’t be like that, Dad.” I smile as I watch them bicker. I know Tes likes Carlos, although he will never admit it. He probably likes him calling him Dad.

The mention of Sean's name, coupled with the revelation of past dealings, sends a shockwave through the room. "You sent me to Vegas to finish his cousin Ryat, and now you got your daughter engaged to that fucker," Carlos's words are laced with bitterness and resentment, his scoff transforming into a low, menacing chuckle that reverberates in the room. The revelation of past actions and hidden motives adds a new layer of complexity to the already strained relationship between Carlos, my father, and myself. As the argument between Carlos and my father intensifies, I observe my brothers standing silently, their expressions reflecting a mix of concern and apprehension. The tension in the room gr

Carlos told him. This was the first time he spoke back at his father, this was the first time he wishes to go against Ethan Zack's word. Ethan looked at him. "The company comes first Carlos...I've spent my life developing that estate and if your parents, my son haven't died he would have managed it at this my old age. You have to take that place Carlos, you have to preserve it this way." Ethan told him. Carlos scoffed in his heart. "I don't believe you would say I should get married to someone you've not met, I don't love her grandpa." Carlos's voice was a little sad.

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?”

"It’s me, Carlos. Don't you remember?" She raised an eyebrow, then glanced down at his son. "I’m sorry, I don’t think I know you," she said, her tone kind but distant. She handed him a few dollar bills and smiled at his son. "Take this for your son. He seems like a really sweet boy. Have a nice day Mister," she said softly before turning and walking away. Carlos stood there, frozen, his mind reeling. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. This couldn’t be real.

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.

I nodded my head to Lucien's direction who stood firmly, his finger itching to pull the trigger. Carlos slowly nodded his head "I learned today that I have two siblings and my father is very much alive," he answered. "Where is Marcellus?" Lorenzo questioned eagerly, maybe just a little too eagerly. The air went quiet waiting for Carlos to answer. He wasn't going to answer. Why would he? Who willingly sells out their father? or better yet..who would willingly sell out Marcellus Garcia. Unknown to Carlos Lucien had approached swiftly clocking the back of his head with the barrel of his gun.

he asked, his voice rising half an octave, like he’d just found buried treasure in an old drawer. "Romanova." Pascha whispered. I gave a polite smile. “Ignacio.” “From Madellin, right?” he went on, eyes narrowing. “Don Carlos Sr.’s granddaughter? I met your father, Carlos Junior, in Guadalajara. Full of energy, way too into salsa, and absurdly proud of the family’s tobacco legacy.” I nodded slowly. “That sounds like him.” Pascha stayed silent beside me, his gaze fixed on Ignacio with that signature quiet that could drop a room’s temperature by two degrees.

' 'Did you tell anyone that I have a daughter? 'You know I will never tell anyone about Yolanda, she's like a sister to me, even if she's a spoiled brat. She's far too precious to me and you know that.' True, Carlos has been there for me through thick and thin. We were there for each other ever since we started this path since childhood. We didn't have a choice, my father was the king of all mobsters, believe it or not, he ruled them all and Carlos's father was his right-hand man. It was naturally my duty to become the heir after he was killed. I didn't care much because I love what I do. However, what I do doesn't work with care or emotions, I learned that the hard way when my father killed

"All these years, chasing scientific breakthrough at the expense of family. You tried to tell me." Geneva's hand tightened on his arm. "We both made choices, Carlos. What matters is what we do now." Ahead of them, Alex guided James around a fallen support beam, his movements revealing the leadership qualities he'd inherited from both parents—Geneva's compassion tempered by Carlos's determination. "He reminds me of you," Carlos observed, watching their son. "The best parts of you." "And you," Geneva countered, helping him over an obstacle. "Though I suspect his taste in women runs more toward protective warriors than diplomatic peacekeepers."