Wade Wilson Daughter Novels & Stories

"If it weren't for this girl, would I have such severe depression? Just when I finally got better, you all start all over again the moment I return home." Emilia was not Wade and Ruth's biological child. Twenty-seven years ago, Wade and Ruth welcomed their third child, a daughter they had long awaited. Perhaps because they were too happy, fate had different plans for them. During their daughter's second birthday party, there was an accident. A sudden fire left them unable to see or find any remains or bodies. Since then, their daughter disappeared. Initially, Wade and Ruth were extremely anxious and offered a hefty reward for any information about their child.

With a gentle smile, Wendy said, "Mom, Dad, I know Jessica is your biological daughter, and your only child. It's alright. We can even cancel tonight's party. It won't affect our relationship." Wendy's understanding nature annoyed Halsey deeply. She grabbed Wendy's arm and whispered sharply, "Why are you stepping aside for Jessica? She's done nothing but cause trouble, yet she hides behind her status as the Larson family's heiress! If this keeps up, there's nothing she won't do." Wendy gave Halsey a calming look before turning to Horace and Brittany. "Mom, Dad, I—" Horace cut her off. "You don't need to say anything. We've already made our choice."

“I don’t hate you, Liam. I have always believed in changed men and women.” “Good to know,” I murmur as we watch Adriana gets dragged off by Ali and Wade’s son. “How far along is she?” Ali asks, stooping down to pick up a small girl. “Almost four months now.” “Are you excited?” She asks and Wade shakes his head. “Yeah, I am.” Silence falls over us and I scramble to cover it. “What’s his name?” I jut my chin toward their son. “Kane,” Wade says, reaching across to take the chubby little hand of the toddler girl. “And this is Isa.”

“Yep. I contemplated whether to rip my ears off, so I’d never had to listen to your horrible voice again, or to poke holes in my eyeballs and pour acid into them so I’d never have to see you. But I found out it was better to just block your ass the moment this wedding is over. And then maybe send you a letter with MRSA and hope you have a slow and painful death.” “Charming as a boa, as always,” she scoffed, and dug around in her purse, probably in search for rat poison or intestines. Then she pulled out a paper that, when she unfolded it, revealed a long list of people. All of them from her side of the family. “You realize that this is our son’s wedding, right?” I asked, emphasizing those tw

Michael slightly hissed at his remark. "That young woman," Tyrese pointed to Amanda. "Is the real heir to the Walters fortune," Tyrese said. Michael paused to breathe. He replayed Tyrese's words in his head. His mouth pursed into a tight line as confusion moved into him. "What?" "She is Amanda Walters, heir to the Walters heritage and Fred Walters' biological daughter, age twenty-three," Tyrese said. Michael sat back on the chair and he folded his hands. "Fred Walters had a daughter?"

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

“Clarissa came before I could finish… I didn't know she was coming. I can make it up to you… please… just one chance. I'll…” “You'll do what?” I bit back my words. “You see,” she started, her back turned to me. “For fifteen years I've watched and waited. Waited for you to hold up on your own end of the bargain. The contract was simple; I help keep your daughter alive, you kill Ferguson.” “Please,” I dropped to my knees. “I'll do anything. Just don't hurt my daughter. I'm begging. Please.” Tears streamed down my face. I knew what she was capable of.

I just looked him in the eye and smiled. “You already made up your mind for everyone. So who exactly is this ‘let me choose’ performance for? The reporters? Or the people you do business with?” Seraphina blinked fast. She stepped closer, grabbed my father’s arm, and let her voice break at just the right moment. “Brielle, do not speak to Dad that way. He only worries about you. He is scared that no one will ever marry you.” Her voice carried just enough for the nearby tables to hear. Someone nodded along. Someone let out a sigh. Someone mumbled that the older daughter was so kind and thoughtful.