Thank you for reading. Any guesses as to what is inside the compartment pendant? The next chapter will be late in the evening. Ladies, if I arrive late tonight, the second chapter might come tomorrow instead. Just setting the expectations.
“What a shocking game, everyone. Alexander Jenkins ran with all his strength, and you can see that in the replay, the way his face glowered while attempting to reach for that ball. His hopes of getting through the semi-finals at the French Open died in the quarterfinals,” said the sports commentator featured on television. The French TV network repeatedly played Alexander’s game, including the end, where Carlos appeared to have a heated exchange with his practice partner. Carlos and Alexander were seen cursing each other, screaming at the unforeseen defeat. “Clearly, The Devil was upset. His good friend failed to prove himself when Alexander promised during the Australian Open that he would outperform himself during this competition,” the announcer said on TV. Carlos and Alexander watched the replay from inside the hotel room, shared with the French detectives and police officers. The operation was in full swing, starting with Alexander’s failure to win the match. “They definit
“This is a custom-made hat, made of bulletproof material. So it will be a little heavy and uncomfortable,” the police officer said, all while helping Carlos and Alexander with their clothes. Carlos had come to know this man as officer Laurent. While detective Bernard led the operation, watching everything from the van across the complex, officer Laurent was in charge of keeping Carlos and Alexander safe. “I don’t care if I have to carry the entire world over my head,” Alexander remarked. “Give me that hat.” “Officer Laurent, we are ready,” another man in uniform named Samuel, announced. “We are almost done here,” Mister Laurent said back. Taking a deep breath, Carlos looked at himself in the mirror. Lines on his face offset his usual attractive look. Worry had kicked in, and he could not help but pray to the heavens, wishing everything would go according to the authorities’ plans. Aside from the vest, his overalls were also made of bulletproof materials. Everything that he ha
Hugo Bonnet was horrified by what he saw. Blood drained from his face, looking at a man who looked like… Carlos Ronaldo. The man before him had the same build. He appeared to have the same height, dark hair, and tanned skin as the famous tennis player. The man also had a beard, just like Carlos, but his eyes… his eyes were brown. The Carlos Ronaldo he knew had grey eyes, not brown. He realized how this man’s face was carved somewhat differently. Hugo felt goosebumps all over as he said under his breath, “No. This - this - Arghhh!” Before he knew it, the man in front of him freed his hands. The same person he thought was Carlos held his wrist and pulled him against the chest. He grabbed Hugo by the elbow and wrapped his neck with his arm, choking him and cutting off his air. The voice was completely different compared to Carlos. This man's strength and agility made Hugo conclude, 'This was not Carlos, but a police officer!' “Do not move, or your boss will die!” The police offic
“Breaking News! The French Open has been temporarily put on hold. The Association of Tennis Professionals announced that they have finally named the mastermind of the sport’s match-fixing syndicate. Gangs from the North Americas were apprehended, and it was determined connected with the biggest prime mover of the same gambling scheme; France’s The Bonnet Gang,” The BNC Media reported during their afternoon news update. “Details of how they were able to pin down the mastermind have yet to be revealed, but all we know is that somehow, Carlos Ronaldo, The Devil on court, was in on this. According to the authorities, Carlos Ronaldo and Alexander Jenkins have aided in pointing the Tennis Association in the right direction, leading to the official arrest of the gang leader, Hugo Bonnet.” From CSK Apparel, Kate and some employees at the company were watching the news from the pantry. She was happy knowing that everything had finally come to light. However, she was worried sick about Carlos
Who doesn’t love hugging their pillows to sleep? Kate was a definite pillow hugger. Every night, she would sleep from side to side with her arm and leg around one long pillow. Thanks to her attempted escape at dawn, Kate was still sleeping like a rock. She failed to get up at the usual hour for breakfast. She took her time, hugging a pillow as she rested on the left side of her bed. Her sleeping frame unknowingly shifted to the right side, and she found another pillow to hug. The only catch was her pillow was anything but soft. Her brows twitched, and she let out a sleepy sigh. The more she felt her pillow, the more she doubted its genuineness. Her eyes fluttered open, and her gaze fell on a man's frame, lying on his back. For a second, panic struck her. She looked up, ready to scream, but as soon as her eyes found a familiar face, butterflies in her stomach went wild instead, and her heart galloped. Carlos. There he was. The man she had been waiting for to return, was back.
Carlos had the most tiring three days of his life. From Paris, his team took a special flight to Dubai. Alexander took a separate charter flight to Singapore. They went in and out of a secured hotel, only to change clothes, and then left in another vehicle. From Dubai, they took another flight to Canada. That was the only time when he and Alexander reunited. While Carlos had an opportunity to rest in Canada, he could not sleep a wink. He was so anxious about his trip to Braeton. The police's hunt for the members of the Bonnet gang was still in progress. Thus, to keep Carlos and Alexander safe, they were flown out of Paris at the very first opportunity. Their departure was kept a secret, and with the help of the Tennis Association, the complicated flight plans were made possible. From the very start, the goal was to create confusion as to the exact whereabouts of Carlos and Alexander. After Canada, Alexander flew to his hometown while Carlos and his party left for Braeton. Carlos
“If I tell you, you’d have to marry me. Can you handle that, Kate?” The idea of marrying Carlos for a simple answer would seem like the most sweeping solution to Kate’s growing desire. She thought about it and hinted, “Then, tell me.” “How did you - Wait. What did you say?” Carlos asked, his grey eyes intensely looking at her. Kate gulped and repeated, “I insist you tell me what is inside that chamber pendant.” Carlos did not look away. A slight grin formed on his face, and he clarified, “Kate if I tell you, you’d have to marry me.” Kate’s cheeks burned, and the butterflies in her stomach were partying. How she wanted this to be the end of her longing. She opened her mouth, prepared to accept the unusual proposal, regardless of whether he was joking. “I -” Her stomach growled, and both Carlos and Kate stilled. “It’s - it’s nothing -” Kate’s stomach growled again, this time louder than the last. Carlos wound up laughing. His eyes thinned, all while his grey orbs gleamed. By h
*** FLASHBACK: On Kate's Nineteenth Birthday (Carlos’ Version) *** “Are you sure about this, Hailey?” Carlos asked on the other line. He was signaling a taxi, hoping to get to The Red Brick restaurant and see Kate again. On the phone, Hailey answered, “Yes. Lyla told me that Kate would be there alone. I don’t know why though, and I did not ask. I don’t want to warn Kate that you’ll be there." It did not matter to Carlos; perhaps it was better that he speak to Kate alone. If she wasn’t at the said restaurant, he would simply go to the Wright mansion and beg for everyone’s forgiveness. “Okay, Hailey. Thank you for the help,” Carlos said before bidding goodbye. When Carlos expressed to Hailey how he wanted to see Kate, at first, she was reluctant. After a few more convincing, Hailey offered her help. She gave Carlos some cash to add to his plane fare and contacted a few of their high school friends. That was how Hailey found out where Kate was. Carlos, at that time, was very exc
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