Why do you think Carlos scheduled an exhibition match when he is still recovering? The next chapter is tomorrow morning.
A week passed since Carlos scheduled his Exhibition Match. Since then, he had been training his left foot to walk longer distances. While he was pushing himself, he had to take a break in the middle of the week as his ankle returned to swell. The doctors told Carlos that it was expected since he was practicing walking without his orthopedic boot. The boot had several supports that kept his foot in place. Thus, walking without it was another adjustment. The Devil was dismayed. He seriously wanted to return to tennis soon, but he understood he had to take it slow. Still, he was on and off his boot, but at least… he could already… bend down on one knee. Of course, Kate did not know that. He kept it from her because... it was meant to be a surprise. “Ready to leave?” Carlos asked, looking back at Kate. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Kate sought. “Can’t you just have this match when you can walk properly?” “Eh, no. It has to be today,” Carlos said. Only he and Alexander knew
“Miss Sarah Kate Wright, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?” Kate's skin formed happy goosebumps, hearing Carlos finally propose to her. And what better way to ask for her hand in marriage than in front of his fans? And on his home court, where he had won most of his Grand Slams? “Yes! Yes!” Everyone screamed. Kate also heard a familiar voice calling from behind. “Congratulations on getting my son-in-law!” While teary-eyed, she turned to find her mother and her father. Apparently, they were assigned to another set of seats, still at the very front. To her surprise, everyone in her family was present! Kyle, Kaleb, Gaby, Kenzie, and Andrew were there. Her nephews and niece were present too! Kate was shocked altogether that her mouth fell open. Tears evidently fell on her cheek, and when she returned her attention to Carlos, she was lost in the moment. The surrounding cries and the setting of the sun left her in a daze. Eventually, her senses returned to her, a
“Oh, my god!” It was because Kate entered through the main entrance of the second stadium that she missed seeing the walking path a few meters from the female locker rooms. “It’s glowing out there.” Ethan chuckled and said, “It is, Very much, and the skies are cooperating tonight. Good thing.” “Are you happy, Kate?” Ethan asked. “I wasn’t so sure about this surprise wedding. I know you love Carlos, but I also know that you are my princess and you always like to be part of any celebration planning. You were spoiled, just like Kenzie.” Kate chuckled. While holding on to Ethan’s arm, she replied, “Dad.” Kate sucked in a breath. “To be honest, I don’t care. I love Carlos so much, any wedding will do. I am Kate Wright, an heir to your company, but I lost the man I loved for nine years. Now he is back. Should I still think about the glam?" "My dream wedding is to marry the right man, and that is Carlos." “Oh, don’t think so little of your wedding just yet. It definitely is glam. Only th
All the guests stood up, teary-eyed. The couple's revelation awed many within the National Tennis Center Complex's tennis stadium. The hairs on their skins were up, sending butterflies in their stomachs. Samantha Wright had a hanky wiping the corners of her eyes, and the same could be said with Kenzie Wright. Everyone had their attention to the front where Kate had begun, giving her promise to The Devil. “Many years ago, you were within my grasp. You were my best friend and my constant companion. I never imagined I would lose you one day. So when you left to chase your dreams, my heart was broken. I blamed myself for your leaving. Honestly, I thought I had lost you forever,” Kate narrated. Since she did not have a prepared speech that day, she went with her gut and chose her words based on what she felt. “As you built yourself to become the next tennis superstar, I watched you on TV, partly wishing you’d return to my side. I cheered for you secretly and prayed for your every win.
Stepping down from the stage, Kate saw her family walking toward them. Samantha, for one, had her arms open, ready to embrace her official son-in-law. “Mom,” Carlos called. As he held Kate’s hand, he used his other hand to embrace Samantha. “I’m so happy. I am so happy,” Samantha claimed. She was hugging The Devil tightly, her hands caressing Carlos’ back. “You are officially my son, and I could not be happier.” “Thank you, mom. Thank you for loving me as your own,” Carlos responded. He could not help but smile, feeling the genuineness of Samantha’s words. “I am also elated to call you my mother-in-law.” On all the LED screens, everyone could see how the Wrights greeted Carlos. The cameras especially zoomed in on how Samantha cried and how she held Carlos’ face. Soon, everyone saw how Ethan also embraced Carlos. One by one, the men of the wrights gave Carlos a welcome hug. “Finally,” Kaleb said. “We’ve always been brothers, but now the world knows it. I’m stoked to have The Devil
“Wake up, my Kate. It’s time for some real honeymoon,” Carlos said while brushing his fingers through Kate’s hair. After they arrived on the island, the couple indulged in an early lunch before settling into their room. With the spectacular view of the ocean, the couple opted to have a quick swim at the lagoon before taking a bath together. The plan was to make love right after the shower, but after a long flight, Kate dozed off in her bathrobe, and Carlos did the same. “Kate?” Carlos called again. She fluttered her eyes open and smiled. She reminded him, “My island is so beautiful.” Carlos’ lips thinned into a smile. He answered, “Yes, it is.” “Why did you buy me an island and here in the Maldives?” Kate softly asked. “Because you always said that this was one of your favorite beach destinations,” Carlos answered. “And when I had the chance to visit this country after one of my tournaments, I understood why. It’s a paradise out here.” Kate smiled brightly and acknowledged,
“Wait.” Savannah paused. “He - he carried me?” “Yup! You should have seen him. His eyes formed hearts just looking at your drunk ass,” Linda suggested. “Nothing happened to both of you?” Savannah asked, her chest relieved at what Linda had told. “Nothing,” Linda confirmed. “And when you left earlier, you got him all confused. It took him nearly a minute to chase after you -” “He chased after me?” Savannah clarified. “Yeah, the poor thing was probably looking for you all over the hotel until I told him you got back,” Linda answered. “You told him I was back?” Savannah asked. Before Linda could answer, there was a loud knock on the door. Linda quickly opened it and found Alexander panting, still in the same shirt he wore last night. Alexander quickly walked towards Savannah’s room, and while looking at her, he asked, “Are you okay? Where did you head off to? Nothing happened between Linda and I -” Savannah’s face turned red. She wondered if her leaving was that obvious fo
Two weeks passed. Carlos and Kate were still in the Sunny Side of the world, The Maldives. The couple indulged in their honeymoon, making love, simply lounging, taking various excursions, or walking around the island. Every day over the past week, Carlos had attempted to run again. Each progressed, as he would make it a yard longer than the last. Kate urged Carlos to have sand bath therapy at the end of their two-week stay. As she buried his body with the sand, she said, “They say a sand bath therapy helps relax your muscles, aside from cleansing the body and removing toxins through sweating.” It was still dawn when the staff dug small pits for Carlos and Kate at the island’s extensive sandbank. Carlos was the first to go under the sands, and then Kate followed. The island staff helped cover her up. “I rarely had the time to treat myself this way, Kate,” Carlos admitted. “This feels good.” With only her head popping out, she turned to Carlos and replied, “You deserve to take a b
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