Novel & Cerita Who Is Carlos's Dad In Descendants

"My half-sister, to be exact. I only found out about her existence a few months ago." Isabelle felt her knees buckle as she plopped down into a chair. "I don't understand. How is that possible?" He set a hand in his hair, the telling gesture that he was agitated, and ran his hand through. "You remember how we were researching my ancestry, searching for details about my father?" Isabelle nodded slowly. Orphaned young, Carlos had been raised by distant relatives who knew little about his parents. "It turns out my father had a family before he met my mother," Carlos went on. "She contacted me after she'd done some pedigree research. She didn't know about me, either."

“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.”

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.”

Not to mention Dad said Yusef is still in solitary. “Hello?” I say, after answering it. “Phoenix,” the person on the other end of the line says, and I know right away it’s not my dad. I also know it’s not Yusef, because his voice was deep and commanding. “Hey, it’s Carlos. I wanted to see how you’re doing.” Inwardly I groan. Dad must have told him to call me. He won’t force me to marry Carlos, but he’ll try and nudge the idea along.

Uncle slammed his hands on the desk. Carlos turned around and walked to the door, but paused by the doorframe. His shoulders heaved, and I knew he was thinking something. Looking back at his father, he shot, “It’s not that Elias is not the right one for this position. You’re worried that crowning him will bring questions, and you’d have to answer them.” His throat bobbed. “Tell them... he’s your bastard son. Elias only wants what’s rightfully his as the eldest Vitale.” ***

He said, nodding his head. I watched Carlos reached for his coffee, his fingers playing with the lid. Instead for him to drink from the cup, he only stared at the straw as if it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. I reached for his hand, brushing my thumb against the back of his hand. "Is it your Dad? Did he do it?" "Yes." Carlos grumbled. His voice was inaudible and I almost didn't hear. "But why?" I asked, my voice breaking as I tried to think of why his father would do such an inhumane thing to him.

I nod in understanding. "I'm sure you're aware that Carlos and his father has been captured?" I nod my head. I heard footsteps, I look at my right, suit claded men came out with Carlos and his father. They knelt down. Carlos couldn't believe his eyes when he saw me. I smirk, I'll handle him later. I walk towards his father who can't even look at me. "Hi" I said. "You killed my mom?" I added. He looks up with a smirk. "Could have killed you that night too" he said.

I asked, my eyebrows furrowed. Don Morano shifted on his chair. “What you're feeling is a normal thing for anyone in your position. I myself felt the same way when I was declared as the Don.” he said and I nodded as he spoke. “Your father, may his soul rest in perfect peace, left a great legacy that seemed very difficult to uphold. Even with his short while as Don, he made the underworld tremble at the mention of the name Morano. That seemed terrifying, even for me.” He continued.

Carlos’s expression darkened as he fixed a piercing, hawk-like gaze on Lucius and coldly asked, “Who’s your dad, and who gave you permission to address me like that?” Lucius, maintaining a calm and respectful demeanor, replied, “Isabella is my wife. According to the social hierarchy, it is appropriate for me to address you as such. Or should I call you Mr. Rivera?” Carlos’s face turned purple with anger, and he pointed at Lucius, shouting, “You’re uncouth and lacking in manners...”

Carl quickly stand up and bowed his head together with Vasili and Larry. With his cane, he slowly made his way to the couch and sit without the help of anyone. "You are Sullivan's son more than your parents. And I don't deny that my brother is the closest equal to Carlos Petrov. He should be the godfather but because of our gentle Andrea, he chooses to be a prince charming" a scoff sounded from him.