Thank you for reading. I think this will be the new publishing time for me now that school is back, one in the morning and one in the evening. To the mothers who wake up at four or five in the morning every day, you are all amazing! The next chapter will be tomorrow morning. As for my family, my baby is still sick, but my other son and my husband are better. Thanks for everyone's concern and understanding.
“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."
“Live at KNW Lifestyle Media; it’s Afternoon With Mindy!” Applause could be heard at the media company’s studio five as Mindy, the host, walked to the center and greeted, “Good afternoon, London!” “It’s time for your new favorite afternoon show once more! With your host, Mindy Fraser!” The beautiful lady in her late thirties beamed. Her eyes glistened as she reported, “Today, we have a very special guest -” “Ahhh!” “Devil! Devil!” “I love you, Carlos Ronaldo!” “How do you know it’s The Devil?” Mindy asked, her face showing a hint of confusion. “Did someone leak my show’s agenda today?” Laughter echoed throughout the studio as Mindy formed varied expressions on her face. Then, she chuckled and said, “Kidding! Of course, there is a leak! Otherwise, we would not be topping the ratings right now!” Hoots and praises roared the studio before Mindy resumed, “For the first time ever. The Devil will give an exclusive interview. Today, we will learn about his motivations, his struggles
4 AM, London. The sound of Carlos’ alarm forced him awake. He groaned as he turned to the other side of his bed, only to find it empty. Did they wind up making love last night? Yes. The Devil succumbed to the temptation of his Kate. He meant to punish her, to teach her a lesson that would make her consider her decisions moving forward, but Kate won in the end. He got out of bed and used a bathroom robe to cover himself. He found Kate at the suite’s dining table, her face frowning while looking at the laptop. Like him, she was also in her bathroom robe. “Why are you up?” Carlos asked. Kate looked up at him, startled. She asked, “You don’t have practice. Why are you awake?” “My alarm went off at the usual time. And you?” Carlos sought. With a heavy sigh, Kate answered, “There is a problem at the company. Catrina was food poisoned, and she is in the ICU right now -” “What? How did that happen?” Carlos sought in frustration. “Arman doesn’t know the full details yet,” Kate si
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