Harry Potter Is Secretly Married Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Harry turned around and left. However, he fell to the ground after a few steps. He had fainted. - Harry had a long dream. In the dream, he was preparing for his upcoming wedding with Summer, Nathan had gone abroad, there was no car accident, he didn’t suspect Summer, and Summer wasn’t locked in the psychiatric hospital. They were deeply in love, and Summer was pregnant. She gave birth to a baby boy a few months after their wedding. He had a happy family.

“You think I’m gonna let you get arrested again? Find something else to look at.” “I’m not staring at another man’s wife, Leo,” I say, ready to spill the soul-shredding truth about her marriage to Hunter. “What?” His smile drops. “Hermione’s married?” I give him a quick nod and take a sip of the bourbon. It burns all the way down. Each time those words are mentioned, my heart stops beating for a second, and the pain hits me all over again, like a fucking gunshot. “That’s fucking strange, Adam. You sure about that?”

Harry sighed but continued to boil Sarra's brew. "Why not fried?" protested Sarra. "Boiled is healthier," Harry answered. "You're pretty well trained, is cooking your hobby?" "Not really, it's just that I don't like to bother other people when I want to eat home cooked food." "The woman who becomes your wife must be lucky to be cooked by you," said Sarra, keeping her eye on Harry. Harry stopped his movements. "That woman is you!" whispered Harry. "Really? Isn't Angela your future wife?" Sarra reminded Harry of his current status as another woman's fiancé.

“It's only been 4 weeks. We are going to be a parent, Harry. You're going to be a dad." Tears pool in Harry's eyes. She thought that her proclamation would soften him from the insides but his expression shift back to his earlier rage and he tightens his hold around her wrist after wiping his tears. "You slut! You lying little slut. So now that you are knocked up by your secret man, you want to pin this on me?" He gritted angrily.

Something pushed me to look further, and my eyes widened when I saw the date on the marriage certificate. "No, this can’t be true," I whispered to myself. My gaze shifted to Alloy, who only nodded in affirmation. "How could this be?" I managed to ask. "A hundred percent." My heart skipped several beats. I couldn’t comprehend the fact that, all this time with Harry, I had been a fool,a dumb one—to think I was actually married. "That’s not all," he said. The urge to discover more had dissipated. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined this. It was the biggest shock of my life.

"So? Arthur, is this secret worth trading for my life? Release me and restore everything to the Wynter Group, and I'll give you all the evidence from back then so you can clear your father's name. Otherwise, you'll live with this secret and suffer for the rest of your life! Your father will carry the shame of plagiarism forever and never rest in peace!" She thought she found my final weakness. She thought she already won. I slowly raised my head and looked at her face, twisted with excitement. Suddenly, I laughed. "Cassie, did you forget that your father, Bobby, is also in my hands right now?" Her laughter stopped abruptly, and the triumph on her face froze instantly. "W-What do you mean?"

Because tonight, I’m going to tell him I’m pregnant. The positive test is in my clutch, wrapped in paper like it’s a precious gift; not just two pink lines that have changed everything. We’ve been married two years. His grandfather arranged the union to save my family’s small business, but we tried to build something real between us. We weren’t passionate, but things were steady like a house with strong walls that hadn’t been painted yet. I always thought we’d decorate it together someday. My phone buzzes. It’s Sam, a colleague I worked with on a fashion spread last year; we keep in touch to talk about the industry. I open her message, expecting she’ll ask about the design conference.

Everyone around us screamed at the top of their lungs and egged him on, “You hear that, Harry? Joanna is asking you to keep going! You’re not going to back down, are you?” Harry smiled with resignation. He could not hide the doting look in his eyes. “Seriously, this girl. Looks like she won’t leave me alone tonight. Go buy me a box of condoms, Suzie.” I caught his eyes and showed my dismay. Harry rubbed his forehead. “Don’t start a fight with me, Suzie. We’re about to get married. You shouldn’t be so petty. I’m yours forever, okay?” I stared at him, my future husband, fixedly.

Mrs Gray attempted to say. "Perfect?" I chuckled and sat on the sofa. "Yes, my uncle and aunt fixed my marriage with Ryan," I stared at my friends who got shocked with this revelation. "What? For real? Your marriage was fixed with that scoundrel? Why didn't you tell us?" Luke said with disbelief. "When did you find out? And how?" Olivia asked. "Some months ago. Aiden revealed it to me," I sternly said with an anger-filled glare.

“He inherited Valenrose Suites from his family, but he built it into the empire it is today. Then, Valenrose was just a normal hotel—just a 2-star hotel—but he turned it into what it is today, making it a five-star hotel. He doesn’t attend social functions unless absolutely necessary. Even when he attends one, he goes alone. No female companions. He doesn’t entertain rumors, and he hates incompetence.” She blinked. “How do you know all that?” I smiled, lowering my gaze. “People talk. If you listen long enough, you learn things.” But that wasn’t the truth. Not really. The truth was something I had never told anyone here. Not even her. The truth was… He’s my husband. Yes, he is mine. The husba