Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Paparazzi

One by one the mourners left Henry's grave, leaving Kent and Lucia who continued to wrap her arms around Kent's body with her head resting on the man's chest. From a distance, a paparazzi who had been stalking them finally took a picture of them excitedly. A smile spread perfectly on the paparazzi girl's face, she got a big catch this time. She was sure that the media would pay a lot of money to buy the pictures of Lucia and Kent and then spread the news titled 'The girl who conquered the heart of the cold CEO of a famous perfume company in Toronto'.

Christian stood in the corner quietly, sending the photos he had just taken of Matthew on stage to his sister, who was filming abroad. Since he couldn’t attend the club’s opening ceremony, he asked her to take some photos at the very least. He had never expected becoming paparazzi one day. He sighed to himself and thought, “I would be more than pleased to take photos of Hailey. Too terrible, I’m taking photos of this guy.” He was extremely nervous during this process. He had to ensure that Matthew looked stylish and sharp in every photo, and he was concerned that people might mistake him for a fan of Matthew or assume he was in love with him.

Celeb said in a worried way. “What the f*ck are you saying? I shot that bastard three times on the chest and he fell into the lake." Harry frowned. “He was caught on camera by one of the streets monitoring camera. I can send you the footage if you don't believe me." Celeb said. “And why are you telling me this huh? Why can't you deal with it by yourself?" “We are on it boss but I don't think he's after us..I think he's coming for you."

Mia “This is going to be messy,” Harry said, adjusting his cufflinks with that lethal calm I’d come to recognize as his war mode. I stood beside him, wearing a deep navy blazer, my hair sleek, my heart hammering. But I wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. “I’m counting on it,” I replied. The cameras were already flashing outside the conference doors. Reporters pacing like vultures, waiting for blood. Waiting for Harry Declan to break. But they weren’t getting a collapse today.

"Hilary's just a friend, Scarlett. Nothing more, nothing less." I raised an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and anger swirling inside me. "Save it, Dylan. I already know the truth." I spat, my voice resolute. As I struggled to take my hands off him, he held me tighter and pulled me towards him. A gasp escaped my lips as I narrowed my eyes at him. My heart raced even faster as some paparazzi came out with cameras in their hands, eager to take a picture of us. Camera lights flashed on our faces, stripping us of our privacy.

“Ms. Stanton, don’t worry. Even if I don’t shoot the cover for Viola Magazine, I will still do a good job. The paparazzi are watching me closely these days, so I’ll pay attention to my private life.” Nicole nodded. Harvey was a quick learner, and she was very satisfied with him. “Good, don’t worry about the cover. I’ll contact other people.” Harvey retained his principles and did not succumb to the photographer’s limitless demands like others, which had refreshed Nicole’s perception of him. It was rare. Harvey’s assistant came and took him away. Nicole and Dominic also left the studio and went back to the office. The people left behind finally could not help but sigh.

Instantly the dizziness disappeared, Harry immediately punched the driver and asked him about the photo. "Sir, I'm sorry, madam who sent the picture to me," said the driver after being beaten by Harry. "You want to slander my wife? Are you tired of living?" Harry was even more emotional hearing that. "Sir, I'm not lying, in fact I have a lot of pictures," said the driver. With trembling hands he opened his phone and showed me the photo. To be honest, he was really scared right now. Harry really couldn't believe what he was seeing, more than ten photos of Sarra were in it. When reading in skimpy clothes, when leaving the bathroom wearing a towel and then playing on the cellphone.

Harry burst into laughter and didn’t spare a single glance at his son. He dragged the woman straight into the bedroom, not even bothering to close the curtains before getting straight to "work." Across the street, someone aimed a camera from a neighboring window and captured the entire scene. That same day, a scandalous exposé was written up and posted online. It didn't take long before it shot to the top of trending news and stayed there. Though Harry wasn’t a celebrity or public figure, curious netizens flooded the comments. As people started digging, they quickly discovered that the man in the photos was none other than Harry Yates, Vice Chairman of RC Corporation.

Harvey's POV Just as I stepped out of my car, the paparazzi swarmed around me like vultures. My bodyguard instinctively moved to shield me, but this time, I stopped him. I was done avoiding this circus, done hiding. It was time to face this mess head-on. "Mr. Knight, how is your wife taking the news that you cheated on her and have a son with another woman?" one of the journalists fired off immediately, their microphone inches from my face.

"I knew there'd be paparazzi, but I didn't think they'd be that aggressive." "How did they even know we were here?" "Someone at Harry Winston probably tipped them off. Or they've been following us all day." Adrian pulled out his phone. Scrolled. Grimaced. "We're already trending." "What?" He showed her. T*****r, I*******m, TMZ and other bloggers. "Adrian Whitmore Drops Six Figures on Engagement Ring While Mother Awaits Trial" "Billionaire Heir Proposes to Victim of Mother's Conspiracy" "Love or Damage Control? Whitmore Engagement Amid Scandal"