Carlos
I land back in LA after struggling for the flight. My manager got me the private plane from Vegas to LA and now I am just stepping off the plane. My mood is extremely cold, I am fuming with anger, striving hard to look for my niece. I have no such intentions to involve the family members but it's their right to know.
My phone is ringing in my pocket and when I look at the name of the incoming caller, I quickly answer just incase to know anything about her. “What is it, Jake?” I hear the concerned voice of Jake coming from the other side of the phone, “Uncle, Raya is missing and Dad’s BP has gone high.” This stupid nephew of mine is informing me about her kidnapping as if I am already unaware of it.
Rolling my eyes, I ask, &ldq
CarlosI rush back into the mansion and my mind is consumed with the thoughts of my niece being forced or either raped by that mother fucker. My fist goes clenching in frustration. I am on the verge of screaming and shattering the entire mansion into pieces. The ring of my phone diverts me from my thoughts and I take no time but to answer the phone, barking over, “Yes, what?”The man on the phone informed me that he had found my niece's location. “Where is it? Tell me!” The response of the man makes me flabbergasted for a moment, “Sir, the location of the phone appears to be of the Sinclair mansion.” I frown in confusion, and then my anger appears on my face. The sound of the superbike comes to my ears and I ignore it, focusing on my phone.
RayaLately, my Uncle has been very caring towards me. He is showing his affection in his own way and I am enjoying all the attention on me. He is not telling me what he is up to but I can sense that he has been tailing my stepbrother Rico and he won’t be leaving him so easily this time. I want the same…I want my stepbrother to suffer. He must be put behind bars.I cannot live my life with this fear that every time I go out he is stalking me and having his chance, he comes for me. He must be annoyed at me, well, he should be. I don’t care at all, what I care about is my precious life and my family.I am sitting in the car with my Uncle, the driver is standing outside and I sit silently, waiting for him to speak. “Well, do you want to tell
“What’s that?” I ask him, looking in his direction I notice the bright smile on his face. “What’s that grin about?” I cock a brow and he takes my hand, parting his lips to speak. At this moment, a valet informs him about his bike. “Sir, your bike is leaking oil. I can’t figure out -” Noah rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue he asks the valet to leave and he is coming to check.“Give me a moment, Raya…” he says to me and I nod, watching him running behind the valet. I remain there, looking around, my eyes following the fresh petals of the roses beautifully scattering onto the ground. It creates a path to the beautiful setup I can see from here. I have an idea that Noah is planning to propose to me and I am so excited about this.Last night I thought a
Carlos I am going crazy…mad crazy. My anger is simmering in my mind. I am watching her with someone else. She invited that biker guy to the engagement party. If I ever knew she would do shit like this, I would have threatened her before. I am not sure if she is trying to make me jealous or is genuinely interested in that kid. I try to ignore her, I try to divert my mind by involving myself with other people. I am discussing business with other men, sipping my wine, and greeting people. Maintaining a facade on my face, I continue to indulge in lively conversations. Just to bring fuel to the fire, Gia comes to flirt with me, sensing that I cannot understand her so-called perfection skills. I mentally roll my eyes back and utter, “Gia, honey. Lana might need you, please stay by her side.” I say and she chuckles, trying to be cute. Her pretending skills are the worst and I am getting annoyed by that. My eyes land on the dancefloor where my niece is wallowing in with her fucking friend,
Carlos“Last I remember, I am invited to this engagement party -” he has the guts to speak back to me. My anger is simmering on my face, prominent and my cold stares fixed in his direction. I am waiting for one wrong move from him and then he is dead. I swear to God. The way he has this satisfying grin on his face boils my blood to the core. I am bothered by the fact that he is sitting here so casually and even has the nerve to talk to my niece so openly.“I am not impressed by the fact that you are a fucking bastard. A complete rascal to be exact -” I spit in anger and he chuckles, finding my words amusing him. If the insults alone are amusing to him then I am afraid he is crazy up there. “I am triumphant to know that the party itself has very amazing faces and figures to look at.” I c
RayaMy brother Jake stands at the entrance of the gazebo, his gaze filled with judgment fixed upon us. I am speechless, feeling as though I have been caught in the act, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I avert my eyes to the ground, attempting to compose myself. As I draw in a deep breath to respond to my brother, Noah steps in and speaks on my behalf."Hi, I'm Noah Nelson. It's a pleasure to meet you," Noah introduces himself, offering a handshake as I observe my brother's suspicious expression. With a forced smile, I begin to explain, "He is—" but Jake interjects, cutting me off with a curt, "I know who he is. Let's head back to the party." He then casually places his hand in his pocket, waiting for me to accompany him.I quickly follow Jake, casting a glance
CarlosUpon seeing her with Sean, my patience wears thin. Despite warning her to stay away from that man, she is now standing side by side with him, casually sharing a drink. The way he flirts with her, the intense gaze he fixes upon her, stirs a fucking rage within me. The thought of approaching him and unleashing a torrent of punches until his face is marred and blood spills is tempting, as my anger threatens to consume me.Standing beside Warren, I am at a loss for words. The need to express my anger drives me to muster every ounce of frustration within me. Finally, I manage to speak through gritted teeth, "Warren, she is becoming uncontrollable. Why is she so fucking stubborn?" Warren's response is marked by silence, his expression tinged with disappointment. I stand there, my fists clenched so tightly that my skin turns pa
CarlosAfter Warren undergoes a thorough medical examination and tests at the doctor's, we return to the mansion. He sits beside me in the car, choosing the backseat and appearing visibly drained and fatigued. Attempting to break the tension, I remark, "It's been a long night, hasn't it?" Warren's gaze shifts towards me, a look of inquiry clouding his features. With a furrowed brow, he voices his concerns, questioning me directly, "Carlos, did you kill the kid?"I scowl in disbelief at my cousin's accusation. "No, I didn't kill the kid," I assert firmly. Warren's question catches me off guard, prompting me to inquire further, "What made you think that?" His response to her accusations and claims, “You threatened Raya. What made her say that you killed him?” his question leaves me feeling unsettled. Unable to provide
Carlos My child is not in this world and this is because of that mother fucker Sean Myers. I swear I am going to kill this bastard but first I will humiliate him in the entire world. He will pay for what he did to me and Saraya. That fucker had the audacity first to marry the woman I love and then he killed my unborn child. I feel like pulling his hair, dragging him to the road, and then beating him so much that he won’t be able to recognize his own filthy fucking face. I realize that I have to stay calm and plan everything accordingly. When I send her back to the Myers mansion which I am totally against, I feel like my heart is being squeezed out of my chest. I am prepared to take this matter legally and send him to jail and I cannot wait for that. The woman I love was in so much pain, physical and mental. When I took her to the hospital she was squirming in pain in my arms as I cradled her, and tried my best to calm her down. And once the doctor informed me that the baby was no l
RayaAs I bring the glass of wine to my lips, the strong scent assaults my senses, causing a wave of nausea to wash over me. Unaware of the heightened sensitivity to scents that often accompany pregnancy, I instinctively recoil, placing the glass back on the table, leaving him puzzled by my sudden change in demeanor. "I'm sorry, I can't—" I start to explain, before a sudden queasiness overtakes me, causing me to place a hand over my mouth.He twists his lower lip, his expression calm and understanding as he gently remarks, "Well, for a pregnant woman, this is quite impossible, isn't it?" His words hang in the air, a realization dawning on both of us as the truth of my condition becomes apparent in that simple, yet profound moment.I observe him as he takes a sip
RayaSean is mourning for his cousin’s death. I am well aware that Carlos did that. He mentioned this to me last night and now I feel very delighted to see Sean going through the same things I once went through. Carlos also provided me with the evidence that it was Sean who killed Noah and now my anger for him has intensified. I am waiting for the moment when I will be able to punish him.Sean Myers must die or else he will be put behind bars. I can't wait for this to happen. I let him mourn for his cousin’s death and standing at the stairs, I sigh deeply, secretly grinning at his loss. I feel superior now that Carlos is with me and my power has doubled.Carlos visits me every night, I am not sure how but he manages to sneak in without getting caught
RayaIt has been two weeks since I married Sean, but I have not experienced a single moment of genuine happiness with him. He mistreats me every day, and the person I thought I knew is completely different from the reality of what I face daily.Carlos is no more, and I am stunned by his actions against me. I trusted him to assist me, but he carried out his revenge plan with deadly consequences. Since arriving at the Myers mansion, I have not seen my family. Sean confines me within the mansion, preventing me from leaving. It seems as though I am a captive in what is supposed to be my own home.I am constantly monitored by servants and security guards, even within the confines of the house. Sean watches over me closely, intensifying the feeling of being scrutinized. The
CarlosI meet Ryat and keep him tied up, I am torturing him to speak the truth. I want him to reveal the plans and the fraud against the other companies. I want Sean to be disgraced in front of the entire world, especially on his wedding day. I keep Ryat abducted and he has revealed everything to me. Now I have evidence against Sean and while I am going to crash the wedding, revealing this mishap that he has made to the world.I bet that Warren will no longer let his daughter marry a man who is not only corrupt but also a fraud. As I sit with Ryat, staring at his badly bruised face, I spit in anger, “And why do you think that Sean is going to get the loan from the government to purchase the shares in the Sinclair Corporations?”Ryat spits out th
RayaStepping into the penthouse I see the soft glow of city lights cast a mesmerizing spell over the room. I move towards the expansive window, drawn to the panoramic view of the city skyline that stretches before me. The twinkling lights below seem to dance in the darkness, a silent symphony that captivates my senses.As I stand by the window, a sense of anticipation fills me, my heart beating in rhythm with the pulse of the city below—the night air whispers against my skin, carrying with it a promise of secrets and possibilities. My gaze is fixed on the horizon, my thoughts drifting to the meeting that awaits me.In the tranquil solitude of the penthouse, I wait patiently for Carlos, the only sound is the gentle hum of the city outside. The minutes tick by, each passing moment heightening my sense of anticipation. My thoughts are consumed by the impending wedding that looms on the horizon. The prospect of marrying Sean no longer holds any appeal for me, especially after overhearin
RayaAs I sit at the dinner table with my father and my brothers, a heavy sense of apprehension settles over me. The tension in the room surrounds us, the unspoken expectation of discussing my marriage to Sean hanging like a dark cloud over our meal. My dad clears his throat, his gaze stern as he addresses me. "Raya, it is time for you to fulfill your duty to the family and marry Sean."I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the confrontation that I knew was inevitable. "I'm sorry, Dad, but I cannot marry Sean. I do not love him," I respond, my voice steady despite the tremor in my heart. Jake's eyes narrow, his voice laced with authority. "Raya, this is not up for debate. You will marry Sean, and that is final. We must uphold our family's honor."My hands clench under the table, a surge of defiance rising within me. "I cannot sacrifice my happiness for the sake of tradition. I will not marry a man I do not love," I declare, my voice firm with conviction. Phil interjects, his tone
CarlosI am seated in a bar next to my nephew, not Jake, but Phil, the one with the gentlest heart. I order two margaritas for us, and as we engage in conversation, he inquires, "What's the reason for calling me here, Uncle?" With confidence, I respond, "I want you to know that I deeply care for this family. While I am eager to stand by all of you during this challenging period, I understand that none of you may wish to see me at the mansion, and I respect that."I let out a deep sigh before speaking, "I need your assistance with the plan I am devising." Phil furrows his brow in confusion, questioning, "What plan? What exactly are you intending to do? Are you going to go against your own family?" I roll my eyes at his reaction, trying to comprehend his mindset, and proceed to clarify my intentions, stating, "No, I don't plan to
CarlosI am fucking aware that she is having lunch with this mother fucker in a restaurant and yes I came here to ruin this lunch for her. And how can she expect to have a peaceful moment with her fiance when I keep on pestering her head for twenty-four fucking hours? I am the only one she must think of and I am the only one whose name must be on her tongue when she is close to her her orgasm.It's been quite a while since I fucked her and I miss touching her. Her scent and her moans, her shallow breaths, and everything else. She is so fucking mine and I will claim it no matter what I have to do for her. For now, I am sitting in a restaurant where she is having lunch with Sean fuckling Myers. I brought a date with me, after all coming here all alone would be awkward for me.