Harry Styles Wife Novels & Stories

" said Clarice, explaining as she looked at Harry and Joshua. Although Joshua felt Clarice's question was very personal, there was no denying that he wanted Harry to answer it. He wanted his father to tell the truth, which Joshua might have picked up from the way he answered. "Ah, you're absolutely right, Clarice. I know enough about you and I will answer your question. Well, it just so happens that I'm free today," Harry replied. "Okay, go ahead. We're listening!" said Clarice happily. Before Harry could answer, he sighed and glanced at Joshua for a moment. "I married a woman called Flora. She's a great woman, nice, can do everything, and attractive."

The lady walked towards me just as Adrian walked away. “Well that was rude,” she said. Her brunette hair fell down her back, the beautiful green leaf like gown she wore flowing down to her ankles. When she faced me, a pair of stunning blue eyes and the boldest red lips I had ever seen smiled. “Hi. I am Harley,” she said, pulling me in for a hug. “Your husband's annoying cousin.” I hugged her back. “Hi, I didn't see you at the wedding.”

He suddenly wondered where his wife was, and then he realized he could not even recall how she looked or what her name was. He felt sorry for her. He had assumed that she was a scheming gold-digger who had managed to sway his family into forcing him. But thinking back, perhaps she was also forced. She had never asked him for anything, she never published their marriage, and she did not do any of the nonsense he was expecting of her. Lydia had filled his head, and Lester Aprice and his wife Rose Aprice had confessed that his wife, whose name he could not remember, was Lester’s daughter from an escort who had drugged and slept with him for money.

, she said to her husband with a soft gaze and he smiled back at her while nodding his head. Her heart was aching seeing her jolly husband sad and worried like this. He hardly seems this stressed and even if he is he never let it come on his face. She was feeling bad for her husband and feared thinking about his health. Hiding her own tensions she asked one of her maid to bring water for her husband with some light snacks. She knows he won't touch anything but for his health sake she needs to make it happen. When the food arrived she looked at Farha who was silently staring the couple standing in front of them.

I asked him to confirm my doubt. Harry laughed bitterly. “Yes to two wives”. I was shocked. “Two wives? How?” I asked curiously. Harry dipped his hands inside his pocket and walked away from me. “He married two sisters but one lives with him”. There was so much pain in his voice but there was more pain in my chest. It was true. Gerald had married Rubby. A tear escaped my eyes but I tried to quickly wipe it off. My phone beeped and it was Gerald. “Where are you?”. I looked at the text and tapped Harry. “My boss is looking for me”.

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

After the treatment, Sarra was ready to wear the dress she had just bought, a sleeveless black dress that made her even more beautiful even though her body was fuller, she was still confident because her husband always complimented her, even more seductive. When finished, Sarra also sent a message to Harry who was preparing to go home. [Honey, I'll be waiting at Luxury star] That was the content of Sarra's message followed by a picture of earlobes with diamond earrings and white shoulders which made Harry smile at the sight. His wife is now more good at teasing. [Okay!] That's the only answer. Harry glanced at his watch, he was about to return home to the address his wife had given him. "Hap

My thoughts in an entangled mess. Just when I was about to give up knocking in a home that probably had no one in it, the door opened revealing a good looking and familiar man dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans. I didn't even have time to criticize his clothing, I instantly let out a sigh of relief even after seeing his hair in a tangled mess. He must've been sleeping.. no wonder he didn't open the door on time. I forced a smile on my face wanting to look like a polite and respectful wife to Jarrod's friend, “Sir, I really hate to bother you but you're Cameron Petals, my husband, Jarrod Smith best friend right?”

The only time she'd appeared in the news with me was in a blurry paparazzi photo from our wedding day—taken from too far away and too unclear to show her face properly. So most of these people had never actually seen her before. They'd heard the rumors, formed their opinions based on gossip and speculation, but they'd never laid eyes on Aaron Styles's mysterious wife. Everyone was surprised to discover that the supposedly "scheming mute woman" who had trapped me into marriage was actually breathtakingly beautiful. I could see it in their faces, hear it in the whispers that spread through the crowd like wildfire. "That's Isabella Styles?" "I had no idea she looked like that."

said Wilson. Upon hearing this, Harry looked stunned. There was only one person in the world who could be described as his former fiancée – Summer Hope! His current wife, Joyce, had not gone through an engagement phase with him. They had decided to skip that step and proceed directly to marriage. Harry now understood why Clara had been scrutinizing him so intently.