Soa Wendy Novels & Stories

Hilton said and left the kitchen. Wendy soon freshened up and wore a body fitted gown that exposed her cleavage. She saw Hilton seated on the couch but didn't spare him a word. He adjusted his sitting position as though he was uncomfortable and his look saying ‘Are you sure you are going to the office with this outfit?’. Wendy headed out for work. The moment she got out of the taxi, she heard a deep and familiar voice scream. “WENDY!” Looking at the direction where the voice came, she saw Jason approaching her. She shook her head and hissed.

She was letting Hayden treat me like a test subject. I struggled to speak. "L-Let me go." "You want to leave? Fine," Hayden snorted. "This watch looks decent. Give it to me as payment." My gaze landed on the old watch on my wrist. I'd had it since my company was founded. Wendy had used three months of her salary to get it for me. "As long as the watch keeps ticking, I'll love you forever," she said. It had been running perfectly for ten years, but somewhere along the way, she had changed her mind.

She explained in simpler terms for Noah to understand, saying, "I don't even have his number." "Oh!" Noah pretended as though he had just understood what she meant. "I'll ask for Mr. Xavier's number next time, and you can save it, Ms. Wendy. How does that sound?" Save Xavier's number? At the thought of Xavier's handsome face and immense wealth, Wendy felt like she had found the key to happiness. "Can you do that?" Wendy asked, elated. If she could use Noah to get close to Xavier and become a rich wife, she would never have to worry about anything again.

"Wendy, weren't you going to the orphanage?" Wendy glanced at the scattered snacks on the ground. "I came to buy some things for the kids." Lucas tried to hide his shopping bags, but his hands were full. "I—I'm just here shopping with my boss' daughter! He's busy today, so he's asked me to accompany her. These things aren't mine." The more he explained, the more flustered he sounded, as if trying to cover something up. Wendy's eyes fell on the shopping bags. She might not recognize those high-end brands, but a single set of lipsticks costing 14,000 dollars spoke volumes.

Wendy was on the balcony watering the plants with one hand resting on her slightly rounded belly. “Honey, try this,” Austin called from the kitchen, wearing an apron and holding a ladle. “I just learned how to make pork rib soup.” She smiled and walked over, tasting it from his hand. “Mmm, it’s good.” Austin raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. “Of course it is. I followed Mom’s recipe to the letter.” Her phone buzzed suddenly. It was a message from Madeline: [Wendy, I heard Miles sold the company and moved to Swizor.]

Luke choked up slightly. He coldly scrutinized me from head to toe before letting out a chuckle. "Wendy, have you gotten addicted to faking your illness? Was he the one helping you forge your records? "Quit messing around. I don't have time for your performances. You're not convincing at all. Who would check into the hospital with dyed hair and a pink cat-ear hat?" He seemed convinced that I was just putting on an act to make Cassidy jealous. His smug smile was full of certainty as he warned, saying, "Don't use something as low as a divorce to get my attention. You're in no position to negotiate with me."

Wendy Fisher loves me with all her heart. Ten years ago, she was willing to trade her life to save mine. I give up my money, power, and identity without hesitation to elope with her. But when I go into shock from blood loss after a car accident, I can't get through to her on the phone. At that moment, her assistant posts a picture on Instagram with the caption, "Reunited as a family of three, safely and happily." In the photo, I see Wendy holding the baby's hand. She's so happy that she's even forgotten to take off her wedding ring. It turns out even a love forged in life and death amounts to nothing more than this. I smile bitterly and dial my stepmother's number. "I want to restore

RHEA Wendy Osborne is beautiful in a way that’s hard to pin down. Not striking. Not dramatic. Just… perfect. The kind of woman people probably once described as a lady. Soft. Composed. Endlessly patient. The type who never raises her voice and never needs to. She sets down the tea I had Liz bring her and dabs the corner of her lips with a napkin. Actually dabs. I watch her like she’s a rare species. “Thank you for the tea,” she says gently. “And for agreeing to see me.”

He screamed over the phone, “Will you get at it. Or, I drive down to your office now to hear it physically. Is anything wrong with the business sales?” Michael started,“Dad,mum, it’s not about the office. It’s about Wendy”. Denzel stutters, “Wendy, Wendy, who is that?. Is Roxana also Wendy?”. Michael sucked his teeth and continued, “The surrogate girl is Wendy”. They exclaimed, “Oh!!!”.

" Joel managed to keep Krystal's temper under control. The reluctant Krystal approached Wendy unwillingly for Ethan's sake. "Madam Wendy, it was all my fault. I was on edge these days because Sova was poisoned. I hope you can forgive me." Wendy was an old woman in her 80s. She wouldn't take a young brat's words to heart at all. She merely shot a cold glance at Krystal. "Know your place." Olivia held Wendy and left without sparing the others a glance. Krystal glared at the back of Olivia's head, touching her red cheeks.