Hardin Scott Real Name Novels & Stories

“I got married.” My voice cracks again. “I know this isn’t how you imagined it would happen, but… I married a good man.” I glance back at Hardin standing beside me. “He’s very stubborn, dangerous, stressful, overprotective…” I shake my head emotionally. “But he loves me.” Hardin’s expression softens completely. “And he’s really good looking too,” I add quietly, making Hardin huff a small laugh behind me. I wipe my tears quickly. “His name is Hardin Scott Massimo. Meet him.”

Hardin warned, he was in a lot of pain but that wasn't going to stop him from standing up from this bed and breaking some bones in his body. "Do you think I want to be here?" Conrad raised his brow. "Then fucking leave," Hardin yelled. "Could you both just stop this, I think Conrad is your half-brother," June blurted out. "His story is similar to yours." "What?" Conrad chuckled. "That's not possible June." "He is not my half-brother," Hardin wrinkled his nose. "What is your father's name? Your biological father?" June asked. "Mr. Scott," Conrad replied briefly as Hardin sank into the bed, Hardin couldn't believe his ears that this was the half-brother his mother had told him about but that c

"Uncle Fred, I swear, I would if I could. But... There's nothing I can do. You know how dad is, he's stubborn. Uncle Fred, I didn't come to hurt Russell, honest. We're family, I just wanted to help him, nut6i knew if I told him who I was, he would not take my help." "Fuck you and your damn cowardness. You call yourself my nephew? Russell's cousin? Do what's right for once, and return Russell what's his. You're a pathetic excuse of a man, who can't even face the truth. Stop hiding behind daddy, and stand up for what's right for once. Either you come clean to Russell, or will tell him the truth. I'm done hiding the truth from him." I say, letting go of him. I was infuriated. He pissed the fuck

Reading about the life of the man who had become his rival gave Arnold a deep sense of satisfaction. “So he really did suffer so much outside the palace.” “Oh, one more thing, General Reed.” “Yes?” “General Lee was once kidnapped and thrown into the sea, but he survived. The person who saved him was HC.” “HC? You mean Hector Corwell?” Arnold asked. The man nodded. “Yes, General. Hector Corwell kept his identity a secret and never even appeared in public. People know him as HC. He’s the number one businessman in this country.” “Huh? What did you say?”

He only agreed to go through with this because Harden had agreed to compensate his surviving family members for the trouble. The supposed final confrontation happened without him actually dying. However, he had watched his “fake” death through the hidden cameras he had stuck throughout the mansion of the Scorpio Pack. He had been impressed by the fake-Harden, who had stuck to the script and even improvised some lines on his own.

Mr Scott said. "Okay," Mrs Scott said and turned on the TV in their bedroom. "A news serious as hurricane Katrina catastrophe has just hit our nation. Mr Jeremy Scott, who is the identical twin brother of Mr Andrews Scott is not dead as we were made to believe. Thirty years ago, a man died in a tragic accident due to a malfunction of a vehicle and the body was identified as Mr Jeremy Scott. It turns out that news is false and Mr Jeremy Scott is still alive. Stay tuned for more details on this story," announced the reporter.

Tessa says, honestly, that she feels like her crazy pregnancy hormones are making her look like a bitch right now. "My childhood friend has changed," Hardin whispers in a small but still audible whisper to Tessa. "What do you mean?" Tessa knits her eyebrows together as she's confused by Hardin's words. Hardin pulls up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals the scar that Tessa once discussed. Not only that, Hardin also takes off his shirt, revealing the tribal tattoo that runs down his muscles to his shoulder. Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot.

Hardin said and Ulan frowns. "She's just 15 years then and so was I,we under each other to help her in everything she would be needing till she gave birth and everything, she gave birth to a boy and we named it Kelvin, I thought I was going to fall for her even after we had sex but I felt nothing so I was kind of feeling somehow like what could it be for someone to be in love and then I thought my father words were coming to pass about me cause he wanted me to be ruthless and have no weakness,he said woman in your life once you love her so much is a weakness" Hardin said standing on his feet and went to the dinining pouring himself a red wine, "care for?" He asked.

Senator Dwight Harlan. A name that echoed in every political corridor, influential, sharp, untouchable. Officially, he was known for his conservative policies and deep-pocketed donors. Unofficially, he was known for his ability to bury scandals before they surfaced. And now, reports began leaking that he had personally “intervened” in Nathaniel’s case, citing “political overreach” and “false accusations against a prominent businessman.”

Macon was more intimidating than she was, and I was positive the man’s head was full of rocks. “Funny, very funny. It seems you have forgotten her, all for a pretty little blonde with a body full of scars. Don’t bother denying it, either. Simply get on with it and tell me what you want.” “The last name Harding. What do you know about it?” As soon as I asked the question, I knew an answer wouldn’t come easy.