Fleur Delacour Husband Novels & Stories

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

The cameras couldn't leave her at all. From church we headed straight to the Civil affairs brueau were we registered our marriage and we didn't take too long there. Richard had got everything in its place. Sorry l forget to mention that Richard is Keron's best man. He also looked dazzling in the white suite. He actually deserve that tittle from Keron. He had stood with him from the beginning. In happiness and sickness, Richard has never lost step in being by Keron's side. I may say that we are all blessed to have such kind of people by our sides

"Yes. You may go." "Thank you, Lissa. Thank you!" Edgar opened his arms; he was about to hug Elissa. Elissa dodged. She was still reluctant to be held by Edgar. Edgar, who had been happy, now his face was flat again. That's right. Edgar was no one but Elissa's secret husband. He had no way to Elissa's heart. At least for now. Tomorrow? After the Lebanon project, Edgar could surely be re-energized to make Elissa fall in love. For him, marriage is only once. He didn't want to fail the choice he had made.

He had really done it this time. A few seats away, his mother, Elena Delacroix, sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Beside her sat her husband, Adrian, the Delacroix family's second son who had rushed over immediately he'd heard the news. Across from them were Adrian's younger brother's family. His wife, Carolyn, was pacing back and forth anxiously, while their daughter, Evelyn, stood beside her with a worried expression. Old Madam's only daughter, Vivian was also seated by the side with her son, Cole.

After a wild month of partying across half the world, I unexpectedly found out that I was pregnant. I flew home overnight to surprise my husband, only to find a new nanny had moved into our house. Before I could say a word, she slapped me across the face. "What's a vixen like you doing here?" she snapped, fierce and full of herself. "Get out! This is my daughter's house! Out, out, out!" My hand froze halfway to dialing 911. I shot back instead, "Who's your daughter?" She settled onto the leather sofa I'd bought, crossed her legs smugly, and said, "My daughter is Paige Griffin, and her husband is Bradley Ford, Morlene City's hottest new rising star. Did you hear that clearly, or are your

She had been thinking about Rickard all day every day recently, and he was not someone that she could meet every day. Sensing that Delphine kept turning her head, Ermine turned around and reprimanded her. "What are you looking at?" Delphine bit her lip. "Rickard Duval. That man, I want him." "You’re completely out of your mind." Ermine sneered. "Didn’t you see that I just shied away from him? What’s more, Rickard Duval already has a wife. Getting involved with a man who has a wife isn’t something that Ermine Lebeau’s daughter should do."

"I know that your husband went too far in doing that, but he was hurt, maybe you need to be faithful to him from now on, you guys would have nothing to worry about." "Martha, I'm not going to get involved with him again," I said. "He's more handsome than Raymond. If I wasn't married, I would have had him as my own." She said. "He isn't more handsome than Raymond," I said. "He is. Don't you love his dark hair and broad shoulders? Don't you like his bedroom eyes? His fleck stands out with his dark lashes and skin." She said. "The only thing I love is the artificial finger he wears," I said.

After a pause, she continued, "I can only reveal this much about him. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise." Harriet nodded. "Regarding the incident that night, you can investigate your husband's first love. Perhaps you will find a clue." Molly nodded in acknowledgment and left without alerting anyone. Although Harriet had little contact with Molly in her previous life, she knew some things about her. Molly's husband, Marc Welch, was a friend of Delbert and one of the Four Noble Sons in Meawood City. A month ago, at Nora's birthday party, the video of Molly drugging Marc and sleeping with him spread throughout Meawood City. They had to get married to pacify gossip.

With his each word, the voice descends into the depth of the dark hollow. " I dare not. I swear there's no way I will lie about it. The information we got before we went there is- Her name is Fleur, she is around six or seven months pregnant, her eyes are sapphire-blue eyes and of course, as you said, she is good at realizing that she is being tricked. She found out that I was lying about me being her husband!"His quivering lips and the trembling forms keep kneeling, realizing that if he can't make him trust his words, his life ends here. " What husband?" The voice calmly and coldly speaks, raising his brow at him.

Then pulled out a dainty little gift box. Diamond bracelet. Just like last year's—same energy, slightly tweaked design. I held out my wrist so he could clasp it on. Smiled. Let tears blur my vision. At least he still put effort into the lie. At least I got something. Yay me. I pretended everything was fine. Helped him cut the cake. We lit two candles—for two years of marriage. Then I saw it. The fruit. Mango. I froze. Matthew noticed instantly. "What's wrong?"