Wanda On Big Love Novels & Stories

Chapter Thirteen Wanda stepped out of the hospital, the cold London air hitting her like a wall. She pulled her coat tighter around herself, her mind racing with the weight of what she had just learned. Five weeks pregnant. The truth settled heavily in her chest: she was carrying Anderson’s child. The realization was both a balm and a burden, offering clarity yet stirring a new storm of emotions.

She grabbed his cock. “Aw, little man is hard,” said Wanda, gently masturbating his cock. The Captive looked dreamy eyed, at least until Wanda stretched his cock and trickled wax droplets on it. Eyes popping out of his head, the Captive gave an animalistic grunt. Wanda blew the candle out.

Miami was fun while it lasted, and Wanda was back to her reality, back home in Elliot's house where she would have to ignore a man she loved for her heart's sake. A man she loved but a man she won't receive love from because his heart was with another. The incident at the beach scared her, but having him run to her and hold her and ask if she was okay made her feel safe. She liked the thought of having him there, she dreamt of being the only woman he thought of but she knew it was only a dream, a dream that won't come true. Wanda's reality hurt and she wouldn't wish her situation on her enemy because it was painful. Unrequited love hurt. She hated herself for loving Elliot, she wanted to hat

They'd never understand the kind of agreement we have. Katherine would totally freak out and Jason would likely fire me- because of the innapropiate ties there'd be between us. Lucas, I don't even want to think aboht what Lucas would do. He'd kill me. My phone rings, ripping me away from all the images I have in my head of Lucas killing me for sleeping with his uncle. "Bella Woods." I answer. "Chica!" Amy screams through the phone. "I've missed you so much. Where have you been? What you been up to? Who you been fucking? Is it Jason- jeez that guy winds me up."

Aileen suddenly asked. "Oh, her measurements are fine. She’s one of my regular models," Lisa said, jotting down measurements for Aileen. The conversation shifted to the wedding preparations. It was clear that the excitement was building up as the wedding day approached. When the long-awaited event arrived, the grandeur of the Damian family’s home was breathtaking. Lisa had worked with a famous wedding planner to design a concept that had become the talk of the town. The garden party, held in the morning for family and in the evening for colleagues, was a perfect balance of elegance and warmth.

The doctors managed to save her, but the incident left her crippled for life. When she regained consciousness again, she looked deflated, like a shell of her former self. She hadn't spoken one word since. She couldn't accept the cruel fact—that she had fallen in love with the wrong man. Whenever she thought of the pain she inflicted on Carter over eight years for Zach, she would be overwhelmed with unbearable pain.

Lily was overjoyed to be the flower girl, and she eagerly helped Max with the wedding preparations. On the day of the wedding, Max looked stunning in her white dress, and Red beamed with happiness as he waited for her at the altar. Lily walked down the aisle, scattering flower petals and smiling from ear to ear. It was a beautiful ceremony, filled with love, laughter, and happy tears. As the night went on, we all danced, ate, and celebrated the newlyweds. Max and Red couldn't keep their eyes off each other, and their love was palpable. It was a reminder of the power of love and how it can bring people together and make them feel complete.

Two weeks after the explosion at the warehouse, Allen left the state. His supervisor had advised him to leave. He had been nursing his injuries from the explosion. They barely escaped. Fragment of an iron had pierced Into his back, making it hard to use his hands properly. Kingston was unhurt. He had told Allen, that Nancy was using him. She had made him fall In love with her, just to get information about Allen. He was hurt, but he was lucky to be alive.

Ten years of youth and devotion, and in exchange, she had built a fortune worth tens of billions, while I was apparently worth only five million. Holding Brad's hand, she slowly walked out of the hospital room. My vision blurred with tears as I called out softly behind her. "Olivia, I hope you don't regret this." Her footsteps paused briefly. Then she replied, "I hope you and your new lover find happiness too." After she left, I sat alone on the hospital bed and looked down at the photographs in my hand with a bitter smile. Half a month ago, the woman in those photos had suddenly grabbed my arm on the street and pulled me into a tight embrace.

Ava's pov: I got up, preparing to leave, but before I could take a step, he pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "I love you, unconditionally," he murmured against my ear. "And everyone calls that obsession. But I never forced you to love me. I never manipulated you. I never interfered when you were with Darsh—not until I found out he was cheating on you. And even then, I waited four years for you to heal before I ever made a move."