Annette Harvey Husband Novels & Stories

"I've finally found you." "Sorry, I forgot you were going to pick me up." I said as I put my arm around Harvey's waist. "You must have missed it when you were in college. It's okay." Harvey smiled, then noticed someone in front of me and stretched out his hand. "Hello, I'm Angel's husband. You must be Angel's friend." The girl stopped chewing her gum and stood up straight. Her eyes stared at me and Harvey as if something was wrong with us. "Are you really that nerdy girl Angel?" Whispered the girl. "Then your husband's name must be Se ---"

Antoine bourdeu Antoine got into the limousine and sat next to his wife. She could say what she wanted, scream, jump, kick, but at the end of it all, on paper, in front of church and in front of her family, Annette was still his wife. The woman who had left him on his wedding day, but his wife nonetheless. He unbuttoned the button on his jacket to make himself a little more comfortable. Being locked in a limo with Annette after six long months without seeing her was just chaotic.

He had his elbow on the table between us and his temple leaning against his index finger while his ice blue eyes stared into my soul. I turned red from coughing so much, ignoring the multiple eyes turning my way. My shaking hands finally reached for a glass of water, anything to clear my airway, and three minutes of prolonged suffering later, I was fine. After catching my breath, my brows pulled together and I raised my voice, "What?!" It was my first time meeting Art Wilson. In the big year of 2026, our families were arranging our marriage. It was pretty common for wealthy families to want to keep their wealth within their circle. My older sister was still married to the man my father had p

He would constantly murmur, “Eve, I’ve finished the design for your wedding dress. Why won’t you come try it on...? Meanwhile, Zane and I held our wedding at a glass conservatory on the banks of the Seine. When someone informed Alexander about it that morning, he sprinted madly to the venue, only to be stopped by security. Through the glass panes, he saw how radiant I was in the wedding gown that Zane had designed. I was smiling brightly as I held Zane’s arm. Zane slipped a ring onto my finger and kissed me with deep affection. At that moment, Alexander’s world collapsed completely, and he saw nothing but gray. He pounded violently against the glass but failed to make a sound. The security g

“Henry, I have never heard anyone apologizing in such a self-righteous manner. I don’t mind showing up, but Violet has to beg me to.” Henry scowled at that. “Don’t cross the line, Luna. No matter what, I’m your husband. Do you really want me to stay crippled forever?” “Husband?” I scoffed. “Have you forgotten the fact that you signed the divorce agreement? We’re already divorced. You were supposed to get your last dose yesterday. If you continue dragging this out, you can say goodbye to your legs.” I watched as Henry’s face turned pale. In an instant, he told Violet all that I had said.

Given her history with Annabelle’s mother, this was expected. “It’s fine, Adrian,” Natasha said, brushing it off. Adrian exhaled quietly before turning back to them. “I’ve asked the maids to bring refreshments. Please, make yourselves comfortable. How’s your health father?” “I’m getting much better—thanks to my wife,” Harthwore replied. Annabelle leaned back into the couch, her expression unreadable, but her silence now louder than before. “Mrs. Harthwore, I can see you’re taking excellent care of your husband.” Xavier remarked.

"This is Anita's brother, Javier Mendoza, and his wife, Mrs Danielle Anderson-Mendoza." Antonina's eyes widened slightly and her lips parted in shock. She was frozen in place, and her mind started to move back in time, trying to put faces to the names and piece everything she could think of; but her memory was jumbled, and the more she tried to think, her head hurt. "Pleased to meet you." Danielle said rather calculatively, her eyes moving between Antonina and her rigid husband.

Anita moved forward, gracefully lifting her glass as the cameras flashed and the focus of the room turned to her. Her voice reverberated around the hallway as she declared, "To my loving husband, Nathan Grant." And to those who believe they can shatter us... pay close attention. as this is just the start. Anita was more than just the wife of a billionaire at that time. Everyone who dared to misjudge her would be destroyed by this woman. Harry Walker, too? Her first target had just been him. Officially, the storm had started.

But seriously if you get to meet her, you'll enjoy her company. "Hugh... whatever,I don't wanna go to that wedding or whatever I prefer work to wedding even if both start from "W" . I smirked "Wait are you guys talking about... Annabelle and Brian... I mean the couple getting married this week? Drille said looking at us. He placed his hand on his waist. "We only know Annabelle...I don't know Brian but I think that's her husband to be". Anita said "Wow... that's superb, then we're meeting at the wedding". Drille said with a tone of excitement in his voice.

His face darkened as he firmly stated, "Mom, Dad, I’ve said it before— my wife can only be Mandy. Even if Riley is Jordan’s biological mother, she will never be my wife!" Just as the elders of the Lawson family were about to speak, they saw Jay’s grim expression. By then, the internet was already flooded with news. However, what Jay hadn’t anticipated was that all of it was slandering me. "Mr. Lawson officially announces his beloved wife— a childhood sweetheart! A true love story with a happy ending." "I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time— Mr. Lawson and his wife are a perfect match! That wretched woman should have stepped aside ages ago!"