The Will Novels & Stories

He did not even have the strength to fight back. After a few punches, William pinned Richard to the ground. He had several bruises on his face. But Richard still refused to give up. “You don’t even like her, so can’t you just return Anna to me?” At that, William stood up and looked down at Richard before saying coldly, “Who told you that I don’t like her? I love her! “As for you, your fickleness broke Anna’s heart. I can’t believe you’d still have the gall to show your face before her.

I touched the photos, our bright smiles staring back. I couldn't deny we'd truly loved each other. This album was proof, but it was fleeting. I handed it back to the mover. "It's useless now. Get rid of it." Anything or anyone related to Angelo didn't matter now. I watched the sweet home I'd known grow empty, my belongings dwindling. I had thought it would shelter me forever. In the end, it was just my own wishful thinking.

Anna captioned the video "Open at your own risk" and sent it to Will. Will was in an important meeting when he received the text from Anna. Thankfully he was wearing her airpods when he played her video. After that, it required him to use all his willpower and strength to focus on his work. How could he focus on anything else when all he wanted at that moment was to bury his dick deep inside her. She warned but he didn't listen. The sight before his eyes made his pants stiffen.

‘@I love Willa with all my heart: Gillian, that Vixen is such a pathetic slut. How dare she refuse to attend her sister's wedding because she's interested in her brother-in-law? Did she even take a glimpse in the mirror? If I were her, I'd hang myself with a piece of tofu! So disgusting! @Willa is a pure goddess: For such a disgusting and ugly, inhumane vixen like Gillian, she truly deserves to marry a retard like Augustus. Two bad people; heaven is willing to join them both.

“What?” Kade frowned. “You’re joking.” “I’m not!” Will lifted his hands like he was swearing an oath. I narrowed my eyes. “You’re lying. There’s no way...” He pressed a hand against his chest, wearing a wounded look. “Wow. I pour my heart out and you both think I’m making it up? That hurts.” Kade snorted. “Come on, Will. Who is she?” Will rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. “Fine. Since my word clearly means nothing around here, let me show you.” He tapped around for a second before shoving the screen toward us. “That’s her. My goddess-given mate.”

I could still hear the lawyer's robotic voice echoing in my ears as I walked out of the lawyer's office. "The will is authentic and valid, Ms. Aurora Fasano." Authentic and valid. Those three words shattered everything I thought was the truth in my seven years of marriage. I wandered aimlessly along the street until I stopped in front of a massive glass window of a restaurant that was very brightly lit. I saw my family inside one of the private rooms, along with Luca Bernardi, my husband of seven years.

Will's grip on the gun tightens against my skull. "Enough," he snaps. "Both of you." He looks between Hayden and me, his expression cold. "Enough! Stop looking at each other," he practically growls, and Hayden smirks. Ughh...this infuriating man. "You want to die together?" Will asks. "Fine. We can arrange that." He glances at the other two men. "Get her on her knees."

Keep being you. *Love always,* *Uncle William* Will's eyes filled with tears. So did mine. "He's still here," Will whispered. "He'll always be here. In you. In us." Will clutched the stone. Put it in his pocket. "Best goodbye ever." "The best." We drove away, the lake house getting smaller behind us. But William's love stayed. In Will's pocket. In our hearts. Forever. --- Fall came. Will left for college. We helped him move into his dorm. Small room. Cinderblock walls. His whole life packed into boxes.

"Don Leonardo, godfather of the Iron Blood Cartel." The moment the words left his lips, the roof of the house caved in and armed men crashed into the bedroom.

And those memories will remind me that you are the only man I will ever love. Thank you so much for everything, Nola Florentina I dropped the paper.