Harry Styles Wife Novels & Stories

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.

Brandon's management team, the bodyguards, and that arrogant property manager were all instantly pinned to the ground, crying and wailing. Cassie watched the dark gun barrels aimed at her and finally broke down completely. She screamed at me hysterically, "Arthur! You can't do this to me! I'm your wife! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Make them let me go! Please! Don't you love me? You've sacrificed so much for me. You can't be this heartless!" However, the only response she got was the soldiers coldly pulling her arms behind her back and binding them tightly with restraints. Her precious designer dress was pulled out of shape. Her carefully styled hair hung in disheveled tangles, making he

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Harry shut his eyes painfully before reopening his eyes, shooting her a dark stare before he ruthlessly said, “Then, you might as well be your merry Mrs. Hadington. I’ve heard your explanation. Is there anything else?” Sonia’s face went pale. She made it sound so pitiable, yet he did not seem to care? Sonia gnawed at her lip as she gazed up at him in tears. “What Mrs. Hadington?” she feebly whimpered. “The douche already had a wife! His wife is infertile, so he went with me for the sake of getting the baby! He wants me to give birth to the baby before he’ll have me leave!” Her sobs grew loud. “What do I do, Harry…?”

I chuckled lightly at their enthusiasm and the playful nickname they gave him. "So, where did you meet Drew?" Sarah approached me, her curiosity piqued. "Oh, he's my husband's cousin," I replied, choosing to reveal only a fragment of our connection to avoid delving into deeper complexities. Sarah gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You're Drew's Billionaire's cousin wifeeee????" she exclaimed, clearly taken aback. Blushing slightly, I nodded and smiled. "Oh well, yeah... I think so." "OMG! You're so beautiful," Sarah blurted out, causing me to feel a mix of flattery and bashfulness.

Who would know that in a few months there will be a newborn billionaire for one of the greatest corporation of this decade? 'It's been months since Mrs. West is seen by the media. She might be around seven months pregnant but still rocking those purple pumps and black maternity dress. It's quite a mystery that she's trying to hide her obvious baby bump when she's spotted by our camera. Not only the bump proves she's pregnant, what with the baby clothes and supplies on her hand together with Ms. West. It was almost a ridiculous sight. A billionaire's wife rushing our of a baby shop!' The female reporter pathetically laughed at my wife that I have this sudden urge to go inside the television j

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

"I'm so glad you asked cause I was about to talk about it for a tiny minute there . What's with the curtains and the dresser? What is this, the 1900s?" Mary burst into a cheerful laugh. "I'll have that changed. The curtains. What colour would you like?" "Make it pink. And a television on the wall. I want to watch all the N*****x shows in the world!" It'd been a while since there'd been a woman figure in the house that brought a smile to their faces. Madam Olivia is sure the happy bird…..in a contract with a very dark man… "And a work out mat" "We have a gym on the first floor"

Always moody and would often want to listen to any conversations that involve Damien. "No, I haven't had the chance to visit him." She said truthfully, with a hint of sadness in her voice. "Are you two having what Hall and Eden are having?" She wondered? Was her husband house a love island or something? His guards and maids just doing the love thing, though she considers them to be family. Sarah inhale, not able to answer her questions. She and Damien didn't have what Eden and Hall have but she was sure that there was something. Something that she couldn't placed a finger on.

He never thought that staying away from her for few months can become this much horrible for him. “LIAM LET MY SISTER GO YOU FUCKER. LET HER GO.” Harry yelled at the heartless man who was just stood there staring at his Ex-wife who were busy in glaring at him and trying to push him away. “You want to know how I felt when I came to know you harassed my sister Harry. You deserve to feel what I felt.” Saying that he slammed his ex-wife’s body on the near wall before slamming his lips on hers right away. Tears started streaming down from Amelia’s eyes. Her struggling become intense. She started thrashing in his arms but he had no effect. She started hitting his chest continuously.