Fleur Delacour Husband Novels & Stories

"I'm the head of the Lane family, appointed by Mark himself!" "No, no, no…" Yora shook her head, laughing. "You misunderstand. What I mean to say is that the old-timer can't go against me now. Hell, why do you think that he can still hear you?" "What?!" Helen was stunned. "Are you saying…" "That's right." Fleur strode up with a sinister sneer. "Just this morning, our dear husband suddenly suffered a heart attack and has since been rushed to an ICU, where he slipped into a coma."

Dominic's words made Leon feel confused, he looked at Dominic with bewildered eyes, Leon's lips curled helplessly, he took out his cell phone and looked at the screen, then he said . “I'm going to call Jay, I want to know if your surgery is going well. Dominic, you did eye surgery, you didn't have brain surgery, why are you saying such nonsense?" Leon tried to understand what Dominic said, but he couldn't seem to understand, then Dominic drank another glass of wine, his eyes became hazy, his voice became clearer. He said. “After the surgery was successful, I quickly returned home to see my wife. But the thing that surprised me the most was that she was not Bertha, her name was Lisanna, Berth

Ivan let me go awkwardly, apologized, and took his leave as well. I was not upset or hurt. On the contrary, I was elated. Jonas must have really lost his head if he forgot about the surveillance cameras in our house. I was not going to turn down perfectly serviceable evidence. Since he refused to part on good terms, I had no choice but to make things ugly. I could not wait for them to come back to me, begging. … Jonas, Celine, and I were trending. Someone leaked a huge secret: The award-winning actor Jonas Yves had been secretly married for eight years. Celine was a home-wrecker, getting in the way of his marriage with a commoner.

We are both laying on the sofa. My eyes flutter from her question. "Well... I don't---" I hold up my thought. I can't be with her. She is already someone's wife and of all the people it's the actor that I loved so much. "No, I can't. No... Why did I allow this? This is a mistake." I flinch when she picked up a strand of my hair. "I'm sorry so sorry you have to be in this awkward situation... Since I'm a married woman." She finally broke the silence.

And it didn't stop there, there was a lake! A clear blue lake sat at the side of a mansion. Compared to the size of the compound, the mansion looked smaller. She expected to find a flower garden somewhere but she was disappointed. There was none. Only beautifully trimmed trees surrounded the house and the lake but not a single flower. The owners of the house must really hate flowers, she thought. “Miss Olivia, welcome!“ A man in a black suit and sunglass said. He was standing beside the main door of the mansion.

her eyes focused on a confused Dimitri. "Kindly walk him out of my room, if he persist, call security..." Delilah ordered. Nathalie looked at Dimitri and looked back at Delilah. "Mistress Delilah, this is your husband should I still call security ?" Nathalie questions which made Dimitri more confused. "Delilah, what's going on ? I don't understand, did you already divorce me without my knowledge ?" Dimitri blabbered leaving the room in a fog of confusion.

She sighed against my mouth, and I knew then that I’d burn down everything that stood in our way if she asked me to. A knock on her door suddenly interrupted us. I pulled away quickly, breathless, heart pounding like I’d just run a marathon. Her face was flushed, lips slightly parted, and eyes wide with surprise. I moved back to the seat across from her just as she called out, “Come in.” Claire stepped into the room, the picture of cheerful professionalism, her eyes did a quick scan and flickered between us. “Sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Delacroix” she said politely, though there was an unmistakable flicker of curiosity in her gaze. “your husband just arrived from his trip and asked to see you i

"So how do you like party so far?" "Pretty good, and specially love the tenders you grilled." Emilia let out a soft laugh, as she massaged a thick layer of sunscreen on her arms. "Oh darling, it wasn't me, it was Nathan, Zach and Roberto." My eyes scrunched at the last name and she instantly mumbled Zachariah's dad. "Hold on! The infamous Roberto Diaz is your husband?!" Flora screeched almost too loudly, making her laugh yet once again. "Yeah the poor wife of his is me."

“I pulled some strings. Maybe got on my knees for a few people. It came in this morning and I had to hide it from three different bakers.” Shaking my head, I brushed over the French words. “David. This is Farine Des Dieux.” “Yup.” “The French flour of the gods.” “Yup.” “The fucking flour of the fucking gods, David.” “I know. How much do you love me?” I threw my hands around him and kissed him on the cheek. “I love your face.” David laughed. “My wife…” “Shhh. Don’t mention your wife when you brought me the flour of the gods. There is no wife. There is only you, me, and the flour.” I kissed his other cheek.

Fleur threw it back and got her phone "ohh my word you have about a thousand birthday replies on the post I shared!." _ After breakfast Guerrier and his father left as he had said they would. Grandpa and Rani also resided to the temple for the morning prayers. Fleur was in the backyard garden writing her assignments killing time before the family lunch party began. She sighed as she finished the last leaf of the pamphlet and stared at the screen of her laptop. Her mind raced back to what her mother had said earlier. She studied the two of them in the picture and looked closely at her sister, the two of them didn't really quite resemble, Cadeau was the only one with blue ocean eyes among th