Harry Styles Wife Novels & Stories

After exchanging a few more words, they both approached me. Mr. Harry's wife was just as friendly as her husband was. Her smile was sincere and genuine as if she truly believed everything Mr. Harry said without any doubt. "Sha, let me introduce you. This is Sophie, my wife!" Mr. Harry tried to act as if nothing had happened earlier. I nodded awkwardly. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Harry!"

Harry said in amazement, blinking several times "Nothing, Mr. Harry, it's an intrusive girl who pretends to be your brother's wife, and I'll call security to get her out now." "Intrusive?" she said angrily. She was about to finish, but Harry cut her off. It's really Chris' wife. Let her in. The secretary shut up in shock, is this really his wife? I looked at her for a few seconds to understand, well she is really very beautiful but she is simple and wears something normal "Sorry, ma'am," she said stutteringly. "You may come in." I looked at her angrily and went into his office "If you don't renew these clients, you won't..."

Harry announced with a sad look on his adorable face. Kendrick was bewildered because of what Harry said to him. Just when he was able to say something, Harry continued to talk, “That day, Grandma said something unbelievable to the beautiful lady. Dada, is it true that the beautiful lady used to be your wife before you actually married my mom?”. Kendrick's eyes instantly widened in disbelief the moment he heard Harry's question. “Do you know the beautiful lady's name?”. Kendrick asked almost in a hurry.

She admired the transformation, although it only added little to her beauty because naturally she was a ravishing beauty. “Everyone should leave the room.” She commanded imperatively, making Charlene look back. None of them hesitated before leaving the room. The fear and respect they had for her when she was his wife was burning in their hearts. Henrietta walked majestically to her and stood in front of her. Charlene didn't know who she was, she only stared back without moving her lips. “Didn't he tell you he has a wife?” The question was enough to convince her that the lady standing in front of her was Richard's ex wife. Charlene mustered courage to talk. “Only heard of his ex wife, he once

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

As such, she immediately said, “Okay. Let’s talk when we get back if there’s anything. I’m hanging up now.” She hung up immediately after speaking. Harry put the cell phone back into his pocket, and he was not dissatisfied at all even though she had hung up on him. The young driver rubbed his hands in secret and asked, “Boss, are you having a quarrel with the madam?” The smile on Harry’s face deepened as he replied slowly, “My wife is introverted, and she’s just shy.” Having said that, he strode forward and stepped onto the Scott family’s own private jet.

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

On a late autumn day, a light but persistent drizzle descended from the sky. I was about to head upstairs after parking my car in the underground parking lot. Suddenly, a shadow lunged out from behind the pillar and fell to her knees in front of my car. “Simon!” I was startled. Looking closely, I finally recognized the disheveled and foul-smelling one-legged woman before me. It was none other than the once-proud heiress of the Snow family, Georgia.

Some said Harry probably liked Debby while others argued that a man like Harry can't love any woman. "Thanks for the dress." She managed to say, "Sorry to to ask please, uhmm.. don't you think this dress is too expensive, you don't have to bother yourself about me?" She asked in a very low tone, for only Harry to hear. Debby didn't get any answer and when she finally look up, she quickly dropped her gaze down again, seeing the same cold stare set on her. "You are my wife." Harry said making Debby almost choke out. She quickly look around to be sure nobody heard what he said. To her relief, no one was even paying attention.

Instead, it was gross, just as he explained it. "So... would you divorce me, if you had a chance to get married to a celebrity. Your favorite celebrity." Harry asked his wife, leaning forward eagerly. "Yes." She answered simply. "What?! You would? What happened to till death do us apart." Harry yelled dramatically. "Ohh come on. As if you wouldn't dump me of you had a chance to be with Beyoncé." "I would never break your heart in such a way. I would let you find out from Tv." We all started laughing at Harry's reply.