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Kate paced on her heels with a hat over her head and a jacket that partly hid her face. She caught up with Carlos, and he held her hand. The couple was making the long walk to the private room within Paris’ police station. Detective Bernard welcomed them. “Good afternoon, Mister Ronaldo. Miss Wright. Gabin has been waiting for your arrival.” He opened the door and walked in, finding Gabin sitting in a chair, his hair disheveled, and his eyes had dark circles around. Clearly, he was stressed out about that video. Carlos locked eyes with Gabin. His jaws clenched while firmly holding Kate’s hand. Softly, he called, “Gabin.” “Carlos, listen to me -” “I’d like you to meet Kate, my girlfriend,” Carlos introduced. Learning about Kate, Gabin leaned back. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he heaved dramatically. “I’m in so much mess now.” Kate, on the other hand, stilled. Her eyes had never left Gabin's since they entered the room. She was stunned by his resemblance to Carlos.
“I repeat, I am not that man in the video with Hailey Mckenzie,” Carlos said at the Wimbledon press conference. He was frowning, and his face burned in anger. “And this interview was not supposed to be about my personal life. This is about tennis. I would appreciate questions about my upcoming matches.” After Paris, Kate and Carlos left for London with his men. Kate did not want to be left behind and instead made a remote office for herself at the Diamond Hotel in London. Resting for only a few hours, Carlos immediately jumped into his first responsibility and attended the tournament’s press conference on day one. "He is really denying it, but what about the video?" "I'd like to see this Carlos look alike if he really exists." Murmurs around the room reached Carlos’ ears, and he could see how he was being judged, silently opposed. Still, he answered the rest of the questions, avoiding those that were related to Hailey. It wasn't the time yet. He still hoped that Gabin would come
“It’s a back-to-back win on The Devil’s Team! For the first time, Alexander Jenkins passed the quarterfinals during the Wimbledon Championships. Like The Devil, he was fast today - fierce, and he might have already caught The Devil’s powerful serve,” the sports commentator broadcasted after Carlos and Alexander won their matches. “As for Carlos Ronaldo, ladies and gentlemen, it was expected of him. Despite the current issues surrounding his personal life, The Devil remains to be in control on the tennis court!” Carlos’ win was no longer a surprise, but Alexander’s newfound enthusiasm impressed many. Immediately after his match, Carlos congratulated his friend, hugging him as he entered the locker rooms. The Devil remarked, “Best game yet?” A wide grin appeared on Alexander’s face. He replied, “I was surprised myself. I’ve been sleeping better.” “You are more focused now that Kendra is not disturbing you,” Carlos remarked, leaving them to chuckle, but at the thought of Kendra, they b
The Lawn Tennis Championships.The Wimbledon Championships, commonly known simply as Wimbledon, was the oldest tennis tournament in the world and widely regarded as the most prestigious. Its Centre Court was considered the most famous tennis court.Unlike the Roland Garros court in Paris, Wimbledon was played on grass. To Carlos, the court mattered in every event. Certain environmental factors often change how the ball bounced and how his feet would move against the surface. Thus, the practice was essential to him in each main event. After waking up at four in the morning, he played tennis with Alexander on one of the grass courts. He ate a light breakfast and rested for two hours while preparing for his last match. Heartbeats later, The Gentlemen's Singles began. “First set. Ronaldo, Berk to serve. Ready?” the umpire confirmed, but from where he stood, he saw Carlos’ team of security called the superstar's attention. Carlos was excited about that match. It would mark his third gr
The day before Wimbledon Finals. “Are you sure this is the place?” Guillaume asked his men after looking out at the gates of a huge mansion. “Yes, sir. This is exactly what was shown in her recent video,” his underling replayed Hailey’s public post on social media where Carlos Ronaldo’s supposed car entered the gates and then the next showed how Carlos went through the doors to the mansion. “It’s the exact same house, same gate. And we have verified with the neighborhood security." He laughed, commenting, "After we showed them our ID, they easily let us in." “This Mckenzie girl is inside, but during this time, she always goes to the bar. She should be heading out.” Guillaume nodded. He fixed his shirt and hair. He came prepared, buying a van just for that taking. Having been privileged all his life, Guillaume knew how to make himself look good. He wore expensive clothes, the kind that hugged his body perfectly. That day, he was looking extra attractive. He made himself the perfe
“Why did you do it? Why did you leave Kenzie’s home?” Carlos asked. His hands were on his waist and his head swayed in dismay at Kate. “You realize how much you had me worried. I was about to throw away my championship!” Kate bit her lip. She looked down at her hands before returning her regard to Carlos. She delicately replied, “I - I wanted to see your game. I did not think there was any danger with my bodyguards around.” “Besides, for years, I have watched you play on TV. The only time I came to your game, you dismissed me. I have always wanted to see you during the championships. And now that we are together, I craved it more.” “I was already here, and when the idea came to me, I - I could not resist it,” she revealed. “I - I just wanted to see you personally - see that glory you feel when you win the championship. I wanted to share your happiness, feel it, even if I cannot hold you. To see you was rewarding enough." Carlos shut his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair and
Kate was silent, drinking her wine, when Savannah said to the ladies at their table, “I don’t know, Alina. You should just let the man do the pursuing. I haven’t seen Carlos chase any tennis players. Maybe he already has someone special." Savannah earnestly felt bad for Kate. She invited her to their table, only to listen to her colleagues' yearns for Carlos Ronaldo. She turned to Kate, asking, “You okay?” Kate nodded and tried to change the topic. She said, “I saw your game during the quarterfinals. It was a good match. You were competing with -” “Me,” Maria said. “And yes, I agree. Savy gave me a hard time.” “So, Kate, how did you get the modeling job? I mean, any girl would kill for that job?” Hannah asked, still unsettled at how Kate got close to Carlos. “I - I worked for Carlos’ company, and that was how I got the modeling job,” Kate told part of the truth, and then she smiled. “If that’s the case, what are you doing here?” Alina chuckled. “Please don’t tell me, you are one
“So, Savy? What do you know about Kate?” Alina asked, her eyes narrowing at Savannah. “Do you know she was Carlos’ girlfriend?” “Um. Yes, but from what I thought, they were keeping the relationship a secret,” Savannah replied. “I was surprised Carlos announced it to us.” Alina and Hannah whispered to each other, clearly talking about Kate, their eyes frequently studying how Carlos had his arm around her. The more they gawked, the more they were resentful. That evening, their hopes were crushed altogether, thanks to Kate. “They’ve known each other since they were kids,” Savannah supplemented. “So, you better give up.” More whispers erupted around their table, and even Maria joined in their chat, curious about Kate. Only Savannah and Linda White focused their attention on the next speaker of the event. “I wasn’t born a winner just to give up,” Alina claimed. “Besides, I am a Grand Slam champion. How is that woman better than me? She is not on the same level as I am. She can't be."