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“What’s so funny, Alex? I really felt hurt at how your father looked down at me, you know!” Savannah scolded. Her eyes narrowed. Alexander sat on the sofa and offered his hand to her. He signaled her to his lap and urged, “Come here.” Savannah sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She rested her head on the slope of his neck and remarked, “I hate to say this, Alex, but your father and stepmother are not my types of in-laws.” “I’m sorry,” Alexander said. He pecked on her forehead and assured her, “Don’t feel bad about how my father intends to cut me off. I can survive. While it’s true, I have a share in his company, and he gives me money from time to time - it is his way of compensating for not being a father to me. Even until now, he is splurging me with money and cars.” “But Savy, I don’t need his money.” He chuckled and added, “And I certainly won’t be poor without my father’s help. Whatever gave you that idea? Did you forget I won 2.6 Million dollars from last ye
French Open Women’s Singles Finals. For a fleeting moment, Savannah turned to the VIP seats and saw Alexander mouthed, ‘You are doing great, babe!’ She smiled before finally tossing the ball up in the air and giving an impressive serve. “Arrghhh!” Savannah surprised everyone by getting through the semi-finals and going head to head with Maria, the Russian tennis player who ranked number two worldwide. It marked Savanna’s most noteworthy achievement in her entire tennis career, and she was contented. Win or lose, to her, she had already won. Savannah grunted as she ran and returned every volley and toss that came her way, her eyes fierce against the tennis ball. They were already in the third set, and that last serve would eventually mark one’s win, with Maria leading. Following a backhand stroke, Savannah caught up, managing another tie. “Deuce!” Announced the umpire, reminding everyone that another tiebreaker was in order for that set. Yet again, Savannah returned to serv
“We met at the tennis camp many years back,” Carlos revealed in an interview. Because of that footage of the four of them celebrating Alexander’s win through an embrace, one of France’s leading TV networks invited the two tennis players for an interview, addressing exactly how they wound up becoming friends. “I was juggling studies and training, minding my own business, when I saw a group of trainees pick on me. They called me a show-off.” Carlos smirked in Alexander’s way when he revealed, “Alex was in that group.” In his seat, Alexander chuckled, thinking back to his college days. He explained, “Carlos never joined any of the group gatherings. Carlos was always on his own, just focused on tennis. I was new to the tennis camp back then while Carlos was in his third year, already joining tournaments.” “Anyway, we thought he was indifferent, a snob, whatnot, Carlos Ronaldo, the son of Manuel Ronaldo, but later on, when I found myself in the same locker room as The Devil, I realize
Alexander: [Just give me about half an hour. I still need to get past my guests.] Lexi smiled, reading Alexander’s text. She turned to Mia and Evan, saying, “You better leave before Alex gets here.” Lexi’s father, Hector King, wanted to marry her off to another business partner’s son, which she did not like. Instead, she preferred Alexander Jenkins, a tennis superstar. The Jenkins was also one of their business partners. By marrying Alexander, Lexi concluded, she would be hitting two birds with one stone. The plan was simple. She wanted to seduce Alexander. Lexi felt she was more appealing than Savannah, and she had a great body. Perhaps Alexander needed to see her beautiful assets in sexy sleeping wear. No man had ever refused her when she had no clothes on. Alexander would be no exception. Besides, he was just any other man. “Any minute now,” Lexi said, checking her watch. She slid off her robe and revealed her nightgown that barely covered her private parts. Forty-five minutes
“It’s just a little over a month,” Carlos suggested while caressing Kate’s back. “And then you’ll see me at Wimbledon.” “Your calculation is incorrect, Mister Ronaldo,” Kate responded, her arms wrapped around his neck, her face buried against his chest. “It’s one month as you attend tournaments across the Americas and another month to the Wimbledon championships. You forget, I will only fly to see you during the final match.” Kate knew the day would come when Carlos would travel the world again, and she would stay behind to manage the company. She had spent months waking up every day with The Devil beside her. She knew she would miss him so. The couple was at the runway, standing behind the private jet, where Carlos’ team was inside, along with other high-profile passengers. Mia came along, just as Alexander planned. Carlos pulled away and cupped Kate’s chin. He said, “I’ll miss you, my Kate.” Kate sucked in a breath. She took out Carlos’ previous necklace and said, “Don’t forge
Days passed. “Mia, it’s time for school!” Kate called from the living room, looking up the staircase. A week ago, Kate visited Mia at Alexander’s penthouse. She found Mia in her room, hugging her legs, blankly staring at the floor. It was then that she realized how lonely Mia felt, living alone in a huge penthouse, and she never admitted it. Since school started, Kate had been asking Mia to stay with her at the company every after school. Sometimes Mia would, but occasionally she insisted on going straight home, especially after tennis training. So when Kate found Mia in such a pitiful state, she brought her to their home instead. She insisted that Mia live with her whenever Alexander and Carlos were away on their tournaments. Back then, Kate claimed, “Let’s face it. We both are lonely when Alex and Carlos are away. Even if we speak to them on the phone daily, it’s just different. We should… stick together.” Seeing Mia walking down, Kate smiled. She urged, “Let’s go. Since we
“Savy! Nice game yesterday!” Kate called, seeing Savannah join them in the VIP seats. “Yes, it was. I shocked Alina!” Savannah admitted. She lost the championships for the women’s singles, but that did not bother her. Months ago, going against Alina was just a dream. Yesterday, it became a reality, thanks to her new coaches, in the form of Alexander and Carlos. Savannah was still starting to climb up the top rankings, and she was not in a hurry to earn her first Grand Slam title. Either way, her ranking was already soaring at a steady rate. “Savy! Miss you!” Mia called, embracing Savannah outright. “I miss you too, Mia. I’m glad you both made it on time,” Savannah said. Because there was a problem with the runway at Braeton, Kate and Mia left the city six hours late. As a result, they arrived earlier that day instead of the night before. They no longer had the time to wish Carlos and Alexander good luck in person. “We would not miss this for the world,” Kate claimed. “I was ab
“Sales are off the roof, especially coming from our VIP clients, where, since we started the membership program, have grown in ten folds! Now, we have thirty-eight thousand VIP members who frequently buy products of RonaldoPlus,” Kate reported in front of the audience. “With our swimwear product line introduced, more and more customers have reached out to get a hold of their very first RonaldoPlus bathing suits and trunks. As of today, we have billboards and magazines featuring our new products. By next week, we are ready to release them to the prevailing public, and I expect more sales to come in, for the Diamond Hotels, across the country, in Asia and Europe, will also open a small RonaldoPlus boutique." “Ladies and gentlemen, we are still new to the business.” Kate smiled at her family. She resumed, “But through the Diamond hotels, we will officially go global..." "Our company has reached more than a million dollars, net profit, amidst the premature local expansion due to SWEAT I
My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting Kate's and Carlos' story. This was my first sports romance story and my first, second chance novel at that. To those who supported me from Book 1 to Book 5 of the Wright Family Series, thank you. I am forever grateful for the encouragement you have given me. Your reviews, comments, suggestions, and messages keep me going every day. You have no idea how it makes me smile and pushes me to do better. Q1: So what's next for Author LiLhyz? Answer: I will write the grandchildren's stories, but not all of them. At the top of my head, I am sure I will write about Kenneth and Liam. Q2: When will the next book be out? Answer: I will first take a break and then start writing again in mid-November. Once the book is out, I will put out an announcement on my social media pages. Thus, I encourage everyone to follow me there. It is the best way you can receive an update from me. Q3: Will you write about the supporting characters? Answer: Sadly, no
Years passed. “Let’s welcome back the former number one players on the court, Carlos Ronaldo, The Devil, and Alexander Jenkins!” A year after Alexander retired from his tennis career, the two former star athletes were invited for an appearance match at The National Tennis Center Complex, sponsored by a famous sports drink. The stadium was filled with the Devil’s fans, including Alexander’s. It may only be an appearance match, but they missed their favorite tennis stars dearly. “Devil!” “Devil!” “Alex!” “Devil!” “Alex!” “I miss you all!” Alexander claimed, waving his hands. Carlos also waved at his supporters, then he turned to his family and blew them a kiss. Kate and the children stood in the VIP seats with Savannah and her own kids. The Devil and Alexander took their respective side of the courts and shook hands. Carlos said, “Good luck.” “I could say the same to you, my friend. I won’t hold back,” Alexander claimed. A chuckle escaped Carlos' lips. He replied, “No
One year and a little over seven months passed. Castle backdrops surrounded the grand ballroom of the Third Diamond Hotel, where each side was made to appear like stone walls in medieval times. Arch windows were painted on the same backdrops, and royal guards stood in between white columns. At the front, royal seats were prepared for three; a king, a queen, and of their small little princess. Above them, the ceiling was decorated with hanging candlesticks and huge chandeliers. That day was Sami Amari Ronaldo’s first birthday, and the Ronaldo couple had a princess-themed party for their only daughter. The sound of trumpets altered all the visitors. On the left side of the venue, the Jenkins snapped their heads, their eyes gleaming at the soon arrival of Carlos’ and Kate’s princess. They brought Saoirse with them and their son Spencer. The Knights were also invited to the event, which allowed Savannah’s parents to have a short vacation and a chance to visit their grandkids. “Hi
Kate caressed her body as she rested her back on the side of the jacuzzi tub. She delighted in that cucumber melon bath scent, which she surprisingly loved. It had been half an hour since she had soaked herself under the tub. When she knew the scent would already linger on her skin, she got up and dried herself. Walking out of the bathroom, completely naked, Kate found Carlos looking out into the sea, his bare and well-defined back facing her, his tight ass inviting her to grab it. “Carlos,” she called. A hint of sultriness exuded in her voice. She climbed up the bed, flashing her white and silky smooth two-round flesh before laying down sideways, giving The Devil a good view of her crack. A hiss left Carlos’ lips as he turned. He wound up palming himself, checking his hardness as he walked over to the side of the bed. He held pieces of black cloth and declared, “Today, I want to take full control.” Kate did not know what he meant. She simply allowed him to do whatever he pleas
“Hwuah! Hwuah!” The sound of a baby’s cry echoed throughout the delivery room, and just like her first delivery, tears stung Kate’s eyes. “Baby boy Ronaldo is out,” announced the doctor. The crying baby was placed in Kate’s chest for her and The Devil to cherish. “Ah, what an angry little one,” Carlos said, seeing how Andre wasn’t hushing down his cries. The time came and went. At thirty-eight weeks, Kate delivered her second son, Andre Pete Ronaldo. “Congratulations on having a healthy baby boy, Mister, and Misses Ronaldo.” The couple relished seconds of caressing Andre’s head before Carlos indicated, “I am happy with our two sons, Kate, but… we should still keep trying. Who knows, we’ll have a mini-Kate.” Kate nodded, saying, “There is no harm in trying.” She gazed at her son, mesmerized. She studied his cute lips, saying, “I love you, baby!” “And daddy loves you, Andre,” Carlos echoed. It was another year to celebrate as The Devil maintained his number one ranking. He
Months passed. “Till this very day, Carlos Ronaldo is still number one and had been consistent for 426 days, more than 60 weeks, and counting. The Devil had claimed both the Wimbledon and the US Open. Erik Berg is still behind him, and Alexander Jenkins is next. Roger Murray fell to the 4th rank after the US Open.” “How long will the Devil be on top? With his growing business, until when will The Devil keep playing?” On a Sunday, Kate and Carlos were watching the national TV recorded news from within their home's living room. After the reporter’s initial statements, The Devil answered an interview. On the monitor, Carlos could be seen walking out of a tennis training camp in New York. He said in front of the camera, “I will still keep playing, but I’ll be on court on and off. If fate would have me to remain number one for a longer time, then that is a blessing, and I am happy to take that role and be a model to many tennis aspirants out there.” “However, I am not pressuring myself
"Alexander and Savannah, have you come here of your own free will and without a compulsion to marry each other?” the officiant asked. Immediately, Alexander and Savannah said together, “Yes.” “You may kiss the bride.” Applause could be heard at the wedding, held in the countryside of Savannah’s hometown. The wedding was celebrated in front of a historical castle in Tipperary. Tables and chairs were spread across the green lawns surrounding the castle. Tents covered the guests from the sun. Steel frames rose to twenty-feet high, decorated with various purple and white blooms. Everyone in the Wright family attended the Irish wedding. Samantha and Ethan were present. Carlos and Kate came with Manuel, Kaleb brought his son, Liam, Kyle and Gaby made a side trip from Freedonia to Ireland, and Kenzie came with her husband, Andrew. A trip to the countryside of Ireland was not something they would miss. The views were just breathtaking. The mountain and greenery slopes could widely be
Kate and Carlos watched as Kyle held Manuel’s legs up, and cleaned his dirt. They observed how the CEO of the Wright Diamond Corporation turned Manuel’s delicate frame, gentry, from side to side to clothe him with his top. After effectively pulling up the baby’s pants, Kyle claimed, “See! It’s easy! Like a walk in the park." “That was very fast,” Carlos had to admit. “I’m a natural at caring for babies,” Kyle claimed. A confident grin formed on his face, adding, “It also comes with experience.” Kate looked past her brother and saw Gaby giggling while carrying her one-year-old daughter, Gale. She wasn’t sure what to believe, but, nonetheless, they were thankful for Kyle’s help, showing his best technique to change an infant. “Let me hold my nephew for a while,” Kyle asked, carrying Manuel from the stroller. “You carry him like this. Listen to your older brother now.” “What about my style? Do you want to see how I change my nephew?” This time around, Kaleb offered. "No. No, he i
Scoreboard:Ronaldo: 6, 6, 5Murray: 4, 4, 4 In the third set, Carlos was ahead by five games, and in the final game, he was leading by a point. “Thirty, fifteen,” the umpire announced the scores. Carlos’ face was red from all the running he had done. He was chasing his breath as he bounced the ball against the hard court, ready to serve. He had been giving his finest, not letting Roger Murray score a set. After he thrust up the ball, he hit it with his racket. “Out!” Letting out a sigh, Carlos was relieved he still had a second try to serve the ball correctly. After serving it again, Roger ran to the far right of his court and returned the ball. Carlos quickie volleyed it back, and Roger missed another point. “Forty, fifteen, championship point.” Ready to serve, Carlos pecked his pendant. He wiped the sweat off his face with his wristband and threw the ball up in the air. Carlos served once and twice, but he hit the net in both instances. The crowd was barking, both angry