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“I swear, Kate, Mister Ronaldo, I did not do it! I was shocked when my assistant came to me with the designs!” Catrina was crying, after hearing that the designs in her hands were the ones that were stolen. “I did not even expect her to hand me the designs? What for?” “Look at me? How many tubes are attached to me?” Catrina pointed out. “Do I really have the time to plot against the company? Six days ago, I was in a coma!" Carlos and Kate looked at each other. Then, Kate answered, “Tell me, Catrina.” Referring to Catrina’s assistant, Kate asked, “When did Venice come to give you the designs?” “Just two days ago,” Catrina replied. “It’s still in the drawer, right there, because I can’t do anything about it! I did not even order her to bring it to me. Why would I need it here?” Immediately, Catrina sobbed. She covered her face with her palms and questioned, “Why is this happening to me? First, I was food poisoned, and then this?” “Can I ask you something, Catrina? How did you get po
Two days passed. At the Longhills and Hogans Associates law firm, Monet finally confronted Carlos, Kate, and Alexander. “Look, the truth is.” Monet sniffed her tears away. “My family is going bankrupt. SWEAT IT was supposed to be our last hope.” “But with the arrival of CSK Apparel, we were threatened… I mean, how can we compete with RonaldoPlus? Carlos is so famous!” She continued to cry while saying, “Then, someone -" She stopped, reflecting on her words before changing her train of thought. "No. I can’t say more. I admit to everything, just don’t make me pay -” “But you have to pay, Monet? How can you not? We have already produced all the first line of our clothing apparel. We had a major loss because of what you did!” Carlos pointed out. It was because SWEAT IT’s designer admitted how it was all Monet’s idea and that he was forced to connive with her. Monet had threatened to fire the designer from the company. The designer was scared of his reputation and confessed outright,
The National Tennis Center Complex, New York. US Open, First Round of The Tournaments. Carlos and Alexander went through the first round with ease. They chatted about their matches in the locker rooms while changing their clothes. “You ended the entire match in ten minutes? Why didn’t you give the guy a chance?” Carlos asked his friend. “Are you kidding me? For the first time, I’m doing good for myself, and I’m on fire,” Alexander retorted. He sighed and admitted, “Besides, I’m planning to see Kendra today at the local prison. You know, ask her if she ever drugged me.” “I doubt she would admit it, though,” Carlos suggested. “Perhaps, but I’ll try to trick her into talking. Hopefully, that will work,” Alexander revealed. “Then, I need to deal with the broker who had my penthouse leased.” Carlos nodded. Alexander has decided to move to Braeton. Alexander had asked Kate to put him on the waitlist for the Penthouses at the First Diamond Hotel. The second it would become availab
“I can’t believe it. How is it they matched you with Ivan Conners?” Alexander asked, shaking his head at the dining table. “It’s still the quarter-finals. Ivan is most likely to be your competitor in the finals!” Carlos shook his head. He answered, “I swear, I don’t know what the tennis association is thinking.” He paused, frowning at the idea of going against the world’s fifth-best tennis player. Since Erik took a break, Carlos’ potential final opponent would have been Ivan. “Something is not right.” "Better ask around." Nearly a week had passed into the US Open, and both Alexander and Carlos went through the qualifying rounds. Tomorrow would be the quarterfinals. “I definitely will,” Carlos confirmed. “Though, I would not mind going against you into the finals,” Alexander suggested, and both he and Carlos laughed it out. “With what the tennis association did, that will probably happen. You are going to beat Lambert, and I am going to beat Ivan!” Carlos claimed his win. “Then,
BREAKING NEWS: “Ivan Conners won by default after Carlos Ronaldo, The Devil, suffered an injury during the quarterfinals of the US Open. The fans of The Devil were shocked by Ivan’s performance, let alone his arrogance on court today. After several attempts of strapping The Devil’s ankles, Carlos could no longer hide the pain during the third set. His team bitterly called it quits for him.” In the TV report, there was a footage of Carlos aching in anguish. His face could not hold various frowns as the medical team tried to redo the brace on his ankle. “Despite the findings, Carlos still wanted to engage in the match, but his practice partner, Alexander Jenkins, and The Devil’s security team decided for him.” “Fans of the Devil were heartbroken, and many suggested how Ivan may be under the influence. The tennis association promised to put Ivan under investigation.” ***“Alex! Alex!” Kate screamed, seeing Alexander outside the private hospital room where Carlos was admitted. After
“We will consider your suggestion, Nolan,” Carlos answered. He intended to ask about the doctor that Nolan recommended before arriving at a decision. Also, he saw Kate's hesitation. He could tell that, like him, Kate had a strange feeling about Nolan's sudden offer. “Kate?” Nolan turned to Kate as if asking for her approval. Kate awkwardly smiled and replied, “It’s just that Carlos’ doctor already knows him, his medical history, but if you say this other doctor is the best, then we will reevaluate.” With a sigh, Nolan urged, “You should, and I came all the way here to convince him to take your case. It will be good for Carlos.” “Anyway, I better get going. Since I am already here, I am meeting the hospital director in a few minutes, too. I might even convince the hospital not to charge for the operation. Hope you will take my advice,” he added. Kate just smiled and offered, “I’ll walk you out.” After asking Lemuel to stay with Carlos, Kate strode with Nolan to the lifts. It wa
“There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The US Open title this year goes to Alexander Jenkins! What a surprising season it is. The country was heartbroken when Carlos was injured, but Alexander Jenkins took home the cup!” A sports commentator announced before the cameras shifted to Alexander, raising his trophy cup, nearly teary-eyed as his astonishing win. In an interview, Alexander claimed, “This win is for my friend, Carlos, The Devil. This was supposed to be his win, but it was taken from him. And it was exactly because of Carlos that I was more determined to win this year's US Open championships.” “Mister Jenkins, when do we expect The Devil to return to playing on the court?” The reporter asked. “It’s hard to say, but we know Carlos. His ultimate goal was to win all four Grand Slam tournaments in a year. This year, he won three out of four. He was this close. If not the next season, he would surely be back to claim it the year after.” Alexander looked at the camera and own
“We have phone records suggesting that Nolan colluded with Tyler and Monet. Their conversations covered you and your company, also Miss Wright. I believe you know -” “Yes,” Carlos acknowledged on the phone. He was speaking to officer Baker. “They were our high school classmates, and they were, in fact, giving us problems before I left for the US Open.” Carlos sucked in a breath, realizing how his recent troubles were caused by Nolan altogether. He suggested, “All the more, there should be no pardon or settlement for his actions. I’ll tell my lawyers to pursue the legal case. I'll take care of Monet and Tyler." “Thank you for the update, detective Baker, and thank you for being on top of this despite Washington being outside your jurisdiction. I knew I could always count on you,” Carlos said. “I had approval from the higher-ups to lead the arrest. Besides, Washington is not that far,” detective Baker responded before the two ended their call. A day after arriving in Braeton, Carl
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