Novels by DC Carnelian

THREE YEARS LATER. Brandon brushed his long golden hair to one side as he carried a little girl with curled blonde hair in his arm as a young, tall boy stood next to him. "Mummy," the little girl said, forcing herself down into his strong arms to greet a woman who seemed to have attracted her attention. "Vanessa, we missed you." Brandon hugged and kissed her. "It was just three days; stop acting like I spent the whole year away, and it was fun—sure, you don't want us to come together with you?" she asked, leaning on his strong arms. "Take care of the kids; I need to go now." Brandon planted a kiss on her head. "Keep the family safe till Daddy returns!" he said, roughening the young boy’s hair. "Please be safe; we’ll be waiting for you at home." Vanessa kissed him, and he smacked her ass. "Stop—the children are here!" Brandon entered the garage at the back of the building. Dragging out a black power bike parked at the edge of the wall, he covered the helmet and start

BRANDON. "When we get to the glass house, go back to Manila and make sure none of our men are left behind; this is my home; I’ll be fine," Brandon said to the pilot. "No, boss, I’ll protect you with my life; Estrellia, Madrigal, and Nathalie are there; I can vouch they’ll protect Vanessa and our men," he responded baravely. "Then stop here; I want to go in unnoticed," Brandon commanded. He told the pilot the signal to give if he needed him to return for him. I discovered something strange and haven’t confirmed it, but right now you’re the only one I can trust. I am on my way from death to life, whatever comes up. At least one of us deserves to know the truth. Meet me at the glass house. The truth lies there. Brandon read the text. Olvido sent him the second time. He tried opening the gates, but no one was there, and he got in by himself, which was strange. The lounge room was also opened. He got in quietly when he noticed some movements. "Where are you, Olvido?" He

MADRIGAL. "How do I find her easily without getting spotted? Madrigal brooded, sreching, with his eyes all over the place as he hid behind a door. Leaving the room where Brandon was fighting with Frederick and Torillio was hard, but he knew he would be fine without him.A masked man snooping around for any intruder stepped into Madrigal’s trap. He zapped his neck from behind and slid him behind the door with him. "Sorry man—I need your uniform and this shady mask.""Vanessa!" "Vanessa!! Vaa—" "What are you doing here?" He alarmed, running to meet injured Brandon, forcefully dragging himself as he continued fending off RAD and Torillio’s men. "We walked into a trap; Fredrick is not RAD; Torillio was also fooled, and he’s fighting. I called our men; they’ll be arriving a bit late; they blew up my airline." Brandon’s breathing was over his chest. His leg was bleeding, and he tied it with a piece of cloth.Madrigal felt so much pity for him. He had gone through hell, and now w

ANDALLIO. “You’re uselss, you’re fat and dumb”“You can’t even lift yourself and you think I need your help?” “You’re a failure! You failed at everything,” “Get out of my head!” Andallio wailed smashing the glass of liquor in his hand against the telivison screen in his room. He walked down to the swimming pool at the lass house. “It is over, I won, they’ll kill theirseleevs and destroy it all—and me Andallio Ramirez will become the owner of it all,” He mused with a smile and leaped inside the pool. The perfecet plan crossed his mind after his call to Brandon. Torillio and Arturo would become a menace to him in the future if he helped them get what they wanted form Brandon. Fredrick was also he sore he was planning to remove at all cost. When he was calm form the drugs he gave him, Andallio made him an irresistible offer. The revenge he has always wanted to have on Brandon for dragging the face of the Silverrio’s in the mud and running his family. Fredrick’s ego

BRANDONThe call with RAD seemed so unreal and strange. Brandon needed more answers. "How did she end up with him?" He asked his team to work hard to track down the number. They were back at the mansion, but he didn't stay."Where is Esmeralda?" Is she in the mansion?" he asked Natahlie. "Yes boss, I guess they’re packing, but they haven’t left.He raced up to his room to get the original documents from his safe. "Do you think she’ll talk if we give her?" Madrigal asked him closely, knowing how important it was to his plans. "My child, I need to confirm if it’s true; I can save Vanessa, but if he’s really pregnant, the babay might die; you know RAD, he’s brutal; I’ll do anything to save my child," Brandon responded, picking it up and closing the safe. "Esmeralda, come; we should have a word before you leave; your mother can leave," Brandon roared. Esmerald didn’t respond; she kept rolling her travel bag behind Hailey. "Look at this—you want it right?" Brandon wiggled the

BRANDON. "Did you meet him?" Brandon rused out ot meet Brandon who was dresched and walking slowly in the rain. "Yeah, and I told him to watch out for me. I'll hit him with every inch of my strength," he holererd lifitntg his heart in his voice. "I won’t let Lamar’s death slide, they knew he was coming for me, they killed him right before me and I couldn’t do a thing," Brandon packed his hair with his hands and faced up to the rain. "Your days are numbered, he viled, taking the lead inside the PROVOCATOR;s night club. He returned ot the VVIP spot with Madrigal. " Zino—call him up, to meet me here, I’ll pay whatever ti cost to bring him out of whatever hole he’s stuck in," Brandon graved his voice sild with anger and an itch for revenege. "I have given the orders boss, you should change your dress and take a rest," Madrigal uttered inconveneitnly. Brandon’s rage has never been this great. He went out of hi reach to forcefully meet with RAD even though they stope

Martinez.“We were worried, Sir Riccardo, we would be late for tonight’s fashion show.”Christabelle rushed after Martinez as he walked briskly into his office. “I don’t even know what this company is about. The other time I was offered a contract to be a model and now I am going to a fashion show?””One time, there was fighting with share holders and annoying meetings with board members. I find it so hard to keep up with them. Then again, the organization!”“I'm so done with keeping up with his business, this is the last straw. I will just stop working and keep spending. He has lots of money though!”Martinez murmered all through until he got inside his office. “Tell Sebastsain to get the car ready, but I am hungry. I only drank champagne.”“You did what?” Christabelle exclaimed with a wild eye.“What ? You heard me! I just drank champagne!” He stormed off. “Another annoying woman!”CHristabelle was in a confused state, hardly comprehending what had overcome Sir Riccardo, who doesn'

Martinez.“What happened to my lips? Ohh Is it stained with food?” scarlet shrugged, wiping her clean finger on her lips. Sir Riccardo stared at Scarlett’s beautiful eyes. Moving closer, the emotions became infectious for both of them.Sir Riccardo made out with Scarlett, embracing her tightly in his arms.“I couldn’t stop myself” he voiced trivially after making out with her. “Just let us eat” Scarlett avoided eye contacts with Sir Riccardo.“Life gave me a second chance by sending this beauty in front of me to my life”, Scarlett broke into laughter, forgetting the uncomfortable scenario that just happened between the two of them.“Knock it off, you’re a joker”. Scarlett and Sir Riccardo played with the food. Feeding each other with their spoons.“Its really getting late, won’t you go home?”“No, I will stay here, I can walk you back to your office. Are you sleepy?” Sir Riccardo packed the food flask and tidied the place they ate. Scarlett watched him distractedly.“I’m done tidyin

Martinez.The blindfold was loosened. “Now I am pleased!” Martinez smiled vigorously. A wild party was going on the whole field. Martinez took some bottles of champagne for himself. Stuffing his face inside the large bowl. “Hey my man”, Martinez shook hands with the doctor. “Dr. Armando?” Martinez wanted to confirm if he was right to address him that way.“You didn’t check the card I gave you last night. Did you?” “NO, not at all. I knew we would meet some way or another” “Why aren’t you drinking?” “Satisfy yourself, there is more than enough” “Do you know the best part of it?” Martinez nodded negatively. “The women!” “Go ahead, I’m coming”, Martinez was getting sober from the drink. “I can’t keep living this new life like this, I need to go out there and fulfill all my dreams. I don’t know why I suddenly don’t feel alive anymore.”“I have everything I always wanted. Why then do I feel this way?”Martinez jumped inside the pool filled with ladies. Drenched his clothes. They surr

Riccardo.Sir Riccardo flicked his scattered hair, “I don’t think so“ he answered her, doubting if it were him she knew or Martinez. It would be Martinez and not me. He concluded, “Maybe I was mistaken, but you look so familiar. I’m Scarlett and you are?” She offered Sir Riccardo a handshake. “Martinez!” He accepted the handshake softly. “Sorry I was somehow rude earlier. Where are you heading to with the little girl?” Scarlett asked him. “To the hospital, not too far from here” he smiled simply. “Your daughter is cute too. She looks like you”. She waved at Elizabeth. “Not my daughter, my baby sister” he corrected with a wild grin. “We might be heading in the same direction, I am also going to a hospital but I don’t know the direction” Scarlett took her phone from the car. “This hospital” she showed Sir Riccardo. “Wow……… it's the same place. My mother works here”. Sir Riccardo and Elizabeth joined Scarlett in the car. They drove down to the hospital. “I will see you around” Sir

Martinez got a call from the motel he lodged last night with Bianca. The caller wouldn’t reveal the reason for calling. He just requested that he showed up at the motel. Martinez had his heart in his teeth. “Follow me Sebastian. We have a place to be”. Hesitantly, Sebastian started the car and they left the mansion. Martinez called Christabelle and told her to put his lawyer through. “Make sure she shows up as soon as possible at this location”, he ordered. Martinez was gloomy and down-hearted. “A lot must have happened after he dropped me off angrily last night” Sebastian thought, after seeing Martinez’s melancholic expression. “Do you want to share, Sir Riccardo,” he voiced out from his thoughts. “Are you still angry at my faulted incompetence that made you relieve me of my duty last night?” “I am sorry I got your message very late, I was stranded before I found my way, sir”, Sebastian added. “I heard about the accident, Sir Riccardo. Is that where we are headed?” Sebastian kept

Riccardo.Sir Riccardo sat down and relaxed inside the airplane, ready for it to take off. “Cartagena, Here I come” he pronounced as the plane took off. “I still have a long way to go, I might just plan my life ahead” Sir Riccardo said to himself, to while away the long hours ahead of him. “What do I do about the baby that’s not mine? And the girl, beauty?”. “To be honest, she’s beautiful and I like her, but then the baby? Imagine how cruel it is when she grows up and finds it hard to understand everything.”“I just used a she. I don’t even know the baby’s gender”. “I need to stop thinking so hard and let things unfold naturally just the way they are supposed to be”.Sir Riccardo slept off while he was lost in thought. “Sir, the plane has landed”. A beautiful air hostess tapped Sir Riccardo.He remembered how he was invited for questioning about something in his luggage. “My bag” he hugged it in a funny way. Sir Riccardo was mistaken for another man. The man kept his bag filled with

AT THE MANSION.Don Richard Rochester stood in front of the whole guest. He wasn't the tallest, but his aura made him the most visible, and his presence commanded respect. His face seemed to have a permanent smirk on his lips, and the scar on his face must have a lot to say about him. Anthonio watched from behind the crowd of elites, adjusting the pants he was wearing as they were slightly tight for him. His body mass and muscles were bigger than those of Damien, and he was also taller. "I am so glad you all are here to celebrate with me and my family," Don Richard spoke plausibly, and the crowd cheered."It’s been eighteen good years, and I have perfectly managed everything. I don’t like to go down that lane, and we shouldn't, so we should enjoy the night. I have two special announcements to make." He paused again, waiting for their roaring cheers and applause, like he was giving a life-saving speech. It annoyed Anthonio, and he wasn’t having any of it. "The first, my daughter

Anthonio. "Grandma—"he said, falling to his knees beside her bed. "My son—" her old palm greased his face as she reached out to him. "Don’t say anything; I’ll take care of you and do anything to save you. Please hang in there." He hugged her as tears streaked down his cheeks. "Listen to me; there’s so much I haven’t told you about your source, Anthonio. I want you to be happy and live a good life. Don’t do anything stupid because you want to save me. I raised you well—" she clung to his face, wiping off the tears. "It’s not dangerous, grandma; I’ll be getting married; I have to; we got kicked out of our home, and I have spent all our money on the bills; Moreover, you need surgery soon," he responded sadly. His grandmother’s voice weakened, and he couldn’t hear her speak. "Don’t worry, I’ll go back to them; reserve your strength, and I’ll be back for you." He kissed her and went to the doctor. "The surgery will cost ten million dollars. There are no hearts on the seat; the

AT THE ROCHESTER’S MANSION.Mr. Valdez Fernadez, fully robed in a wooly white tudexo, planted himself on a sofa as he swirled an expensive glass of wine in his hand. He appeared tensed over an issue until his bodyguard walked in. "Do you have all the details from last night?" He barked grudgingly, placing the glass on the table. "The two young men lied; I found out their real identities," the bodyguard responded. He banged the table and roared, "What! You mean they planned the attack? I’ll crush them to death!"His body guard held his peace with a mild smirk and turreted. "I don't think so; still investigating, boss; they weren’t the ones; they are youngsters; the one who saved Isabella is just a year older than her; they are Damien’s coursemates at the university."The conversation interested Mr. Valdez, and he drew closer as he asked. "Same university with my son; why did they have fake IDs and risk their lives if they could afford it?" "One of them is a scholarship student, a

Eighteen years later. At the entrance of the grand Goldenville Hotel, Anthony McCarthy is seen moving the motorized mop to and fro on the golden, glassy, glazed floor of the exquisite hotel. He seemed to be drawn deeply away from his work as he was stuck in a spot moving, but in his head it was way off until he heard a bang on his head. "Poor boy—why didn’t you help me at the hall today? You knew we were going to meet, right?"His eye narrowed and his eyebrows came together in a tight furrow as he gripped the mop in anger as he gazed on Damien Fernandez, his all-time rich bully and classmate, dressed in a basketball jersey and oozing sweat as he was surrounded by his minions that follow him about. "What? Will you beat me up at my uncle’s hotel? He’s feeding you, man!" Damien tossed the ball on his face and hit him on the chest as he kicked the motorized mop off his grip. Anthonio snorted as he said, "I am in a bad mood today; don’t try anything stupid, Damien, and Don Richard

THE DARK PAST. (RICHARD)The gloomed, thick exhaust from the fire grew stronger as the tall, handsome, and powerful Don Richarlison Rochester waded his way into the countless rooms that once glorified his mansion. "Leon! Valentina!" he roared, raveling through, looking for his wife and little son. "Brother!" he heard a familiar voice call out to him. "Richard! Is that you? I can’t find my family!" he roared worriedly."Boss, we must leave now." His seven-foot bodyguards came to drag him out of the already collapsing shelters of the mansion. Richard wouldn’t let that happen; under his watch, all the plans he made for his wealthy brother would go to waste. "Brother, let’s go check the rooms ourselves; assign your men to the other part; I am confident I heard Mariana say she was going to Leon’s room," Richard mischievously uttered. Don Rochester rode on the waves of deceit and waddled into the burst flames to save the only things that were worth more than money and even his own lif