Fleur Delacour Husband Novels & Stories

Ashley nodded modestly despite Vera's praise, "You flatter me, Ms. Lavor. I'm really quite far from hurting Fleur's regime, and setting the stage for her downfall is all I can do. In fact, it was my husband who put together a team of experts before Fleur's lackeys got him—if I were on my own, I most definitely wouldn't even make it out." Vera smiled faintly. "Well, what have you got out of those sympathizers?"

They've just signed the marriage contract and Kathleen's stomach quivered as they came out of the magistrate office, she glanced at her husband, the only thing she knew about the man she had married was his name, Derek Deloux, her husband, her heart pounded as the reality of what she has just done hit her, she had sought shelter from him, what if he turned out to be worst than Dave, well, she can handle it, there was nothing like emotions attached to this marriage, it was simply marriage by name alone, she would have nothing to regret.

There was excitement in his heart as he said those words, and he reached out to tidy her clothes. "It's not possible..." Flora shook her head in horror and said, "My husband is Henry!" Maxwell glared at her angrily and asked, "I was just about to ask you, how did you become Henry's wife?" The hand that was once caressing her tightened its grip, causing Flora to wince in pain. She furrowed her brows tightly, enduring the pain he inflicted on her. "I..." Flora tried to speak, but Maxwell interrupted her, his voice icy as he said, "What has Henry done to you? Tell me!"

Angela asked him while keeping that same look on her face. "Dylan is her husband. Stop taking Kerem's name in front of anyone. He has nothing to do with Adira now. This man had already created so much mess in their lives." Theo said while remembering about Dylan's words that Adira had cheated on him with Kerem. "Wait a second. What did you just say. Kerem had done something wrong." Angela asked him with unbelievable tone in her voice as she was still not sure that Kerem had actually cheated on Adira or there is some other story from which she was not aware. But here she is finding something more confusing. Adira's husband is someone else. It is Dylan not Kerem.

CHAPTER 65 I WAS THE REASON SHE LOST EVERYTHING The moment Flora heard the name, her heart tightened. Richard Wilson. The man she hated more than anyone. She gritted her teeth. "What if he is? And what if he isn't? How is that your business?" Adrian smirked. "Why wouldn't it be my business when you divorced him barely a month after sleeping with me?" Flora flinched and clenched her jaws. "You were newly married, yet you cheated on your husband? Is that—"

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

Delilah’s curiosity was piqued. She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and asked, "Who?" "My husband," Gaga replied coldly. Delilah raised an eyebrow but said nothing, quietly reaching for a box of tissues, sensing what was coming next. Sure enough, moments later, Gaga broke down into tears, as Delilah had predicted. Delilah slid the box of tissues across the table with a faux sympathetic expression, watching as Gaga wiped her tears away. "He’s the chairman of Bayou Group," Gaga sobbed. "He’s been a terrible husband."

Mikael looked down and saw Claire's peaceful face after she cried and vomited while asking him to stay away for the same reason; 'You stink, Michael! And hell, when would Claire stop call him 'Michael'? Mikael reached out to touch Claire's hair which fell down her back. He could smell Claire's scent which was like opium to him. Claire's smooth and soft skin lulled him—making him unable to stop touching her back. Claire was his… she was his mine. Claire may be engaged to Michael, and they are in love. But she was his wife. "Oh," Claire moved uncomfortably as she touched his waist.

Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world. It's Sunday today, and we're going on a trip to Paris for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get there and explore there with my beloved husband. I have never been out of New York before, so this is going to be my first trip out of here. How was I supposed to afford a trip out of the country when I could barely feed myself, let alone take care of my upkeep?

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.