Harry Potter Is Secretly Married Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Kyland groaned. I chuckled inwardly. They were literally brothers-in-law now—Pyke married Camila, Kyland’s cousin. “Wanna take it back? Go ahead.” Pyke raised the beer to offer back and laughed while Kyland glared back at him. “Then go grab another one.” “Can’t take for your own, dude?” Kyland scowled. “What’s gotten into you, Wright? Does your wife not good at giving you orgasms?” Pyke teased. I had to blink back at the thought of what had just happened earlier because if my memory served right, Pyke was quite clueless of them almost bringing down the door.

Also, they day he asked Debby about it, her expression speaks that she was clearly no more interested in Arthur, yet she came by herself to his place. He didn't want to make Arthur know that he was married to Debby. He had a plan to divorce Debby once his grandfather dies. Harry's grandfather was old and he didn't want him dying on the ground of his stubbornness. He wanted him to die a natural death. This was the reason he had kept Debby. Harry was nearly tempted to tell Arthur that Debby was his wife, but he kept his cool instead. His marriage with Debby would remain a secret. "Come out of the house to meet me." Harry ordered.

Hugging Emma's waist affectionately, Harry affirmed again, "Yes, today I officially introduced her to you all. Emma Garcia is my wife.” "Impossible. It's obvious you guys have only met for a few months, how can you guys become husband and wife?" The reporter spoke blankly into her microphone. Harry grinned sarcastically, his menacing voice was heard throughout the hall: "Really? How do you know we have only known each other for a few months? The first time we met was when I was only 8 years old. Who hired you to come here to attack her?” “I must know. Why? Because I was the one who posted your dating rumors. But you denied it all. Now you say that you guys have loved each other for a long ti

"I didn't give her a chance to talk.", Harry said expressing his frustration. "She had ignored me for months, and all of a sudden, she just waltzed in after all the hurt she had caused me. I just didn't want her to reject me again." Anastasia felt Harry's pain, she understood why Harry had resorted to a contract marriage. Harry had fallen in love and had gotten burnt. "There is something I wanted to discuss with you that night", Harry said, "I found out that I have to remain married for six months otherwise my inheritance will be handed over to my nephew. "

Harry says. "It is not good enough for me! I want you to convince him! If he does not marry me in three days, you will die. I will keep this spell on you until Xavier is my husband," I say. I let go of him, and I kicked away his knife. I kept my grip on him until we left the house to return to the club. I walk in front of Harry. It does not look too good. I know it is because of the pain of the spell. However, the next moment, I fell to the ground. I feel the burning of the knife in my back.

"Excuse me?" Noah let out a low whistle. "Damn. And here I thought my hacking skills were top-tier. How the hell did you keep that a secret?" Beckett looked at Liam, wide-eyed. "So, wait. The proposal was just for show? Then who's the real wife?" George leaned in, enjoying their reactions. "She’s twenty." Beckett nearly choked on his drink. "Oh, so it’s a scandal too. The cold, untouchable Liam Hart has been secretly playing house with a college girl. What’s next? You got a toddler running around too?"

But Harry didn’t pull a weapon. He pulled out a document. Thick. Official. Stamped. A marriage certificate. Don blinked. “What nonsense is this?” Harry turned it toward Elena first. Her hand flew to her mouth. “Harry… what is this?” “A way to protect you,” he murmured. “And Naomi. And us.” The room shrank. Her heart punched against her ribs. Their names were written clearly. Harry Dubois. Elena Rivera. Her breath trembled. “We’re… married?”