Thank you for reading. Sorry, I'm late today. Had errands and got stuck in the rain. the next chapter will be before midnight.
From a private island in France, a tall man in his late twenties was looking distantly at the sea from the garden terrace of his mansion. He was slightly bearded, with long hair tied behind his head. The man was Guillaume Bonnet, Hugo’s only son. As Guillaume stood there with his hands tucked inside his trouser pockets, he sighed, planning for his next move. His father’s actions resulted in their family business’ near bankruptcy, and while he had Carlos Ronaldo to thank for the end of his father’s reign, he just could not let go of the hundred million dollars they had lost. They suffered around sixty million dollars, gambling for Carlos to lose in a match. This included the wagers placed by their allied gangs in other countries. However, when the police seized his father’s properties, they also lost control of those assets. They also lost men. The umpires under their payroll were arrested, and the same could be said to anyone who had dealings with the Bonnet Gang. In short, they w
Kate's sexy pink nightgown fascinated Carlos. The silk material hugged her body closely while its length reached down her mid-thighs. After being challenged to grant Kate’s reward, his hand traveled from her waist down to her thigh. While staring into her blue eyes, he stroked her skin back and forth until he went under the silk fabric. A hiss left his lips when he seized her ass. He gulped, realizing his Kate wasn’t wearing any underwear. He saw Kate make a sly grin. She bit her lip, her legs playfully tightened around his waist. A lustful sigh escaped his lips before he climbed down, eyeing her peach. He held both her knees and swiftly spread her legs apart. “Wow, so beautiful.” Carlos’ throat felt dry, seeing the smoothness in Kate’s bottom lips. Clearly, his girlfriend prepared for his return, and it pleased him. His fingers first touched her slit, teasing her while occasionally examining her reaction. Kate took heavy breaths, shuddering under his touch, and while happy goose
“Are you okay?” Carlos asked, seeing his girlfriend struggle to walk. He was holding her hand, but eventually, he circled his arm around Kate's waist as support. "Can you walk?" “I’m fine. My knees are still a little wobbly,” Kate revealed. She did not know why. Perhaps it was because they ended their love-making with her on top or that she used her strength to wrap her legs around Carlos when he arrived. Or maybe she was still on cloud nine that her knees turned weak. Carlos had to assist her as they entered the dining room of her home. Upon turning up, she smiled, seeing her brothers, Kaleb and Kyle, were also there. Her sister-in-law, Gaby, was present too. “Gaby!” Kate waved happily at her sister-in-law, and Gaby waved back. From where she stood, Kate could see how Gaby mouthed, ‘We need to talk, girl!’ It made Kate giggle. She knew precisely what Gaby wanted to find out. Soon her eyes landed on her sister. Kenzie, Kate's older sister, and Kyle's twin, looked more like Sama
‘Uncle, I need help in suppressing the Mckenzies, especially Hailey. She should face trial for possession of illegal drugs, but I’m sure she’ll get out with bail,” Carlos said to Ethan from inside his study. “I’ll see what I can do,” Ethan replied. “I think she had caused you enough trouble. Trouble for you means trouble for my daughter.” “You should no longer associate yourself with anyone that is linked to her,” Ethan suggested, and Carlos agreed. After setting the issue of Hailey aside, Carlos brought up the possibility that his father may be alive. He accounted for, “Their only basis is how his signature was on the will, which appeared to be recently furnished.” Since he did not have the physical document itself, Carlos showed Ethan the pictures of the will and testament through his phone. They studied one slide to another, zooming the document in and out and focusing on the signatures. In the end, Ethan replied, “Did they trace the lawyer who notarized the document?” “They
“Time to get up, Alex,” Carlos repeatedly kicked Alexander’s feet at five in the morning from their hotel suite in Paris. “It’s time to practice.” The two landed at past midnight in Paris. Immediately after arriving at the hotel, Alexander saw Kendra posting social media pictures of her and another man shortly after getting bailed out of jail. As a result, Alexander indulged in a bottle of wine as his sleeping aide. Alexander was snoozing face down on the bed. He frowned, turning to Carlos. “Man, I love you, but I’m not the one who is competing in the finals. I don’t need to warm up -” “But you are my practice partner. Get your lazy ass up!” Carlos kicked him again in the feet. “How will you ever beat me if you keep getting affected by Kendra? She’s out there, maybe in another man’s arms while you sulk? Not the Alexander Jenkins I know, a tennis superstar and model.” “Superstar? I haven’t gotten to your level yet,” Alexander groaned. “And you won’t if you keep brooding,” Carlos
“Devil! Devil! Devil!” “Erik! Erik!” The stadium was torn into two sides. Chants of their favorite tennis superstars could evidently be heard in the open court of Roland Garros’ complex. Carlos sucked in a breath. He wiped his forehead with his wristband and gripped at his lucky pendant. He kissed it with his eyes closed, wishing for the match to win in his favor. Going against Erik Berg, Carlos had already foreseen a challenging match. However, he had long studied all of Erik’s games. He knew his weaknesses and techniques. Carlos was prepared for that match. Still, he could not deny he was a little distracted over the past few days. Thanks to his tempting Kate, he sacrificed a few practice times. Giving Erik one last look, he bounced the ball on the court before finally tossing it up in the air in preparation for his serve. “Aghh!” After an impressive serve, the two tennis players began to return the ball to each other. Both of them were running across the court, able to apply
‘He is alive.’ ‘He is alive.’ The words kept ringing in Carlos’ head while they settled in another room following Hugo’s interrogation. His chest was congested, and he could barely breathe at the possibility. Yet, he also thought back to his uncle Ethan’s words. At least Kate’s parents saw his father’s remains, and Ethan considered it was his father resting inside a coffin. Looking at his head of security, he whispered, “What if I have my father’s body exhumed?” “That’s up to you, sir. At least, it would clear up your suspicion, but Hugo could also be lying.” Lemuel suggested. “It’s a lengthy process, considering what is left of your father’s corpse by now, and it may cause emotional trauma, disturbing your father’s resting place. However, DNA tests can still be on bones.” Detective Bernard responded. He then promised him they would look into it further. “We have already tracked down the attorney who notarized the document. Maybe we can get information from him.” “I don’t know
“Get in, Carlos Ronaldo! And we will leave your friends behind! You are all we need!” Carlos was shocked beyond words, seeing the French police point a gun at him. While this was going on, Alexander and Savannah froze in their stance, their faces paled at the recognition of danger. Savannah instantly shuddered in Alexander’s hold. They had just made it two feet away from Carlos when officer Martin announced his intention. “Get in!” Jules Martin repeated. He used the gun to direct Carlos to the car right in front of them. “Stop this! You can never get away with this!” On impulse, the bodyguards that followed Alexander pointed a gun at the French officer. Slowly, they were taking steps closer to Carlos. Three other men in the car came out, holding their own pistols. At that point, it was two against three, with Alexander’s bodyguard at a disadvantage. After diving to the other side of the parking area, Lemuel was still out of sight. Carlos’ three other bodyguards were completely m