Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm late today. The next chapter will also be late. How will Carlos and Alex prove their sportsmanship and professionalism in the game? It's going to be a breathtaking championship. As for my writing plans, I will update you on my page and on the last chapter of this book.
“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
“Will it be another win for the Devil’s team? Yesterday, during the female championship game, Savannah Knight took us by surprise by claiming the US Open title for the women’s singles,” reported the sports commentator. “It was unfortunate that Alexander Jenkins came face to face with Erik Berg at the earlier stage of the competition, but when too many of the top players are in the same Grand Slam, it is bound to happen.” “Finally, one of the most awaited match returned to every tennis enthusiast. It had been more than a year since Carlos and Erik fought for the same Grand Slam title. After Wimbledon, Carlos took back his number one rank, but Erik has been attending minor back-to-back tournaments that also granted him points.” “They are neck to neck. Will The Devil take back his winning streak over the US Open? Or will Erik be the new champion and reclaim his number one ranking?” “We will find out. Our tennis players have now stepped out into the court. Good luck to both The Devil an
Months passed. “Happy Holidays!” Kate greeted Savannah while on a video chat. “Hey, Alex? Merry Christmas. What’s wrong with you?” It was the Wrights’ favorite event of the year. Kate and Carlos celebrated it with the family. Whereas Savannah and Alexander, together with Mia, spent their holidays in Ireland on Kean’s farm. “Alex got injured,” Savannah reported with a sneer. “What?” Carlos and Kate nearly said simultaneously, both frowning in front of the screen of Kate's mobile. “He was trying to prove to grandpa that he could birth a cow. Well, he angered mother cow and was.” With a short pause, Savannah described, “He was… kicked in the groin and on his leg.” Carlos gulped. Kate’s eyes widened. On the screen, they saw how Alexander had a full frown on his face, sitting on a couch behind Savannah. He reported, “I don’t think I can play for the Australian Open. And don’t fucking say a word about how I got injured by a cow.” Carlos and Kate tried to hold back their laughter
“Carlos?” Kate asked. “I know I agreed to see you during every championship game, but -” “Take as much rest as you need,” Carlos suggested. “I’m going away, happy, contented, and inspired, knowing that when I return, I have a wife and a child to go home to.” Carlos sighed, thinking about his schedule. He declared, “Kate, I only have three weeks before I leave again for the Australian Open. I will spoil you every minute while I am here.” The Devil was true to his words. Every after his tennis practice, he spent the rest of his daily hours preparing Kate’s meals, walking her to the bathroom, massaging her feet, buying in advance all the pregnancy care his wife would need, and in just about everything, Carlos was being overprotective of his wife. He refused to let Kate work during the first trimester. While the doctor did not order the same, he and Kate were careful this time. A day before Carlos would leave, Kate was sitting on their bed, checking her emails, when her husband walk
“Talk about over moisturizing,” Kate remarked as Carlos repeatedly put lotion on her stomach. Carlos’s smile reached his ears while sometimes speaking to Kate’s belly. “Hello, baby. Daddy’s home. I miss you and mommy so much.” Carlos’s happiness seemed endless, but soon, a hint of sadness washed over him. He looked up at Kate and revealed, “The competition is moving up faster than I expected.” “Oh,” Kate reacted, her heart aching with the news. “I’ll be here for six weeks, practicing with Alex. Then I’ll be leaving again for Wimbledon,” Carlos reminded. “On the bright side, I am no longer required to join minor tournaments after Europe, so I can stay until the US Open.” Kate’s smile returned. She uttered, “I think that’s great. You’ll be here when our baby is bigger. I heard that is the most trying time for me.” Lifting his brow, Carlos asked, “How so?” “I remember Gaby whining about not being able to… put on her socks and bending,” Kate revealed, encouraging laughter from th
“Out!” The umpire announced. The Wimbledon finals had stretched to the fourth set, with Carlos leading by two sets. Carlos was still in the lead in the fourth set, and the potential championship point was in question. The referee called the ball out while The Devil’s fans doubted the findings. Carlos had hit the ball a little higher, and while the referee thought it was out, the crowd called it in. Claims from the audience came roaring. “It was in!” “The Devil wins!” "We saw it! The ball was in!" Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the LED screen, where the Hawkeye system would replay where the ball landed. When the cameras reflected how the ball went in, the audience screamed! Carlos felt his skin crawl with the way his fans yelped their happiness and cheers. “And this year’s Wimbledon champion is Carlos Ronaldo, The Devil!” The Devil moved closer to the net and shook hands with Roger Murray. He complimented, “Great game.” “Don’t be so thankful yet, Ronaldo. I want a comeback.
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