Fleur Delacour Husband Novels & Stories

he eyes pasted on her husband’s least bothered face which made her even more furious “ARE YOU EVEN A HUMAN? HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM WHEN HALF THE CITY IS SAYING THAT HE IS DEAD…” Fleur shouted at him but he didn’t budge “Oh I forgot, I am sorry.....my bad that I forgot …you never had a son right. You only had a daughter, Michel was never your son from the beginning right?” Fleur said as she walked over to him and grabbed onto his collar. “Stop spouting nonsense,” Jordan said with a grave voice

"This way." They were led through the grounds, the grandeur of the estate looming around them. Statues lined the driveway, and perfectly manicured gardens stretched out in every direction. But there was no time to admire the scenery. Every step brought them closer to the moment of truth. Inside the mansion, the air was cooler, the marble floors gleaming under the dim lighting. They were ushered into a lavish sitting room, where Victor Laroche was waiting. He was a tall man in his late fifties, his graying hair slicked back, his tailored suit a perfect fit for his lean frame. His eyes, cold and calculating, flicked over Erica and Julian with interest, though his smile didn’t reach them.

I was tempted to flip him the middle finger and get this annulment done and over it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. "I can pay you!" He snorted, "I doubt any amount of money would make me want to alter my Christmas plans." "A thousand dollars?" I asked slowly. I didn't have that amount, but my bestfriend's parents were rich and she could loan me the money. I hoped. "No," his jaw clenched in annoyance. "Free dog grooming?" Jeanne jumped in. "I don't have a dog. I don't even like animals." Apparently, my husband was also a red flag. And it was time to bring out the big guns.

He hesitated for a moment before adding somewhat awkwardly, "Eanes came by several times an hour ago. He said he was your husband and that he wanted to take care of you. "But I knew he was the one who pulled you in front of the knife, so I didn't let him in." For three years, Eanes had gone to great lengths to keep our marriage a secret. Aside from his close circle of so-called friends, no one knew about us. But today, he admitted our relationship in front of Leon. If this had happened in the past, I would have been ecstatic to know that Eanes was worried about me. But now, all I felt was a creeping coldness down my spine.

he growled as he held Claude. Slapping his face, he commanded in a low voice, full of emotion, “No, you do not get to sleep, bro.’ The cars roared off and Philippe looked at Claude whose head was lolling now. * Lucien Delano His wife had outdone herself again, he thought as he attacked the food ravenously. Disobeying his strict orders that she should rest during the afternoon and not spend time, labouring in the kitchen to prepare a host of dishes, she had gone ahead and made a lavish spread. His eyes locked upon her as she daintily reached for the apple pie.

He sent her wife on his behalf because he suddenly didn't feel well after the earlier phone call. "My husband knew that he's already causing you trouble, Mr. Del Fierro. So he sent me to let you have these," Mrs. Leith courteously passed the contract to sell to Lucas. "We already signed the contract. Please get in touch with our lawyer once you're okay with the terms." "I don't have any concern other than my plan of rebranding Fleur. I hope I'm clear with my intentions." "Once everything is settled, Fleur is yours, Mr. Del Fierro," the middle aged woman smiled kindly at him. "You can do whatever you want with the company. Although, my husband has one request that he hopes you will grant to h

Fleurie felt tingles all over her body, her heart fluttering with joy, and she practically danced out of their chamber and to the elevator, not forgetting her new Tommy Hilfiger Monogram Plaque Backpack and note boke to communicate. She stepped out of the elevator and made her way to the massive kitchen, having gained the confidence to walk without Graysen lingering behind or in front of her. Fleurie was shocked to see Xaun, the father of land and woods, seated on a stool with a young guy curled by him. She had no idea he was already here in the castle, so she was surprised to see him and the charming young man. Xaun became aware of his queen's presence in the room. His mate Apollo cuddled t

Lily's Reappearance It had been nearly a decade since Arnold Hawthorne had seen Lily Aiden, his first true love. Their romance had been a tornado of passion and promise, but it was finally shattered by Lily's ambition and her father's interference. Now, as Arnold stood in the bustling foyer of the Hawthorne Corporation offices, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Lily's famously gorgeous features. Her beautiful skin, piercing blue eyes, and cascading chestnut hair remained distinct even after all these years. Arnold's heart raced as he watched Lily saunter across the marble floor, turning heads with the effortless grace of an experienced supermodel. He couldn't help but be pulled toward

Her heel twisted on a loose stone, and she tumbled into a puddle of muddy rainwater with a splash. "N-no… impossible!" She jabbed a finger at me, the nail nearly grazing my cheek. "She was just some poor girl desperate to cling to you. She can't possibly be your wife!" Lawrence couldn't even be bothered to respond. He simply drew out his phone, tapped twice, and shoved the screen toward them. It was a family portrait, taken on our third wedding anniversary. Behind us stretched the floor-to-ceiling windows of our villa. The children perched on his shoulders, laughing brightly, while I leaned against him, my smile radiant.

“Here. This is mine.” I stared at it for a moment before finally taking it. The card was smooth, and also it looked expensive. Printed in simple gold letters was her name: Madame Celeste Duval. My heart skipped. That name sounded familiar, but I couldn’t quite place where I’d heard it. She must’ve noticed my hesitation because she continued, her voice calm and unhurried. “My husband is also the richest man in France.” She said it so casually that I almost laughed, thinking she was joking. But the look on her face told me she wasn’t.