Harry Styles Wife Novels & Stories

she asks, her voice shaky. Harriett, the stylist I hired for her left ten minutes ago, at her insistence and now she wants her back. I enter the bedroom, startling her. I have to stop in my tracks to take her in, my hands slide into my pocket at rocket speed, a useless attempt to hide the raging erection I'm getting from merely staring at my wife, that too clothed.

However, one thing that people around her seem to forget is that HArry is not just your ordinary husband. He was a Walton and yes, that would put her marriage on so many levels. The pressure to become the perfect wife to one of the most powerful and richest families in the world started to take a toll on her and not having him around to guide her and spend time with her made it worst. Unlike Harry, she came from an average-income household. Both her parents were teachers and she had first met Harry when she attended his talk during her first year doing her degree. Apparently, the talk was supposed to be conducted by the PR of his company but due to a last-minute emergency, he decided to mak

"Carol, please do as she said. Pack your stuffs and leave. There's nothing I can do." "But Sir..." "LEAVE." Harry orders and she's out of the office. I sit on his chair, feeling much bossy. It's so good to finally put that bitch in her place. What was she thinking? Trying to steal my man? "You like what you're doing, don't you, Mrs. Styles." He sits on the desk, pulling the chair closer to him. "Yes, I do." I turn my face away from him. "I forgot you were this jealous."

Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name. “Sorry for not introducing myself, but I'm not Mr Styles.” he replied and he heard her laugh beautifully, making his heart flutter. “Ofcourse, I know who you are. I can recognize your voice, Mr Harry.” Ciara responded and he smiled a bit, grateful for the fact that at least, she knew who it was. “Why did you call me Mr styles?” His curiosity got the better of him, so he asked. “You know, Harry. Like Harry Styles.” she replied and he smiled. They had met only once, and she was already cracking jokes with him.

They exchanged pleasantries and he expressed how delighted he was to see her after a really long time. "Why did you want us to meet? I was quite surprised to see your call..!" Mr Harper said. He used to be her manager while she still worked as a superstar actress at a movie industry. Her fame was top notch and she was known by everybody. Mr Harper managed her pretty well and was slightly disappointed when Olivia announced she was going to quit acting. She did that because she was getting married to Maynard. She wanted to be a good wife to Maynard and she put her career on hold, now she's back to square one.

It looked tender and loving, and worse, proof that they had consummated their marriage, meaning it would be impossible for me to annul and overturn. Jealousy bit at me under my skin. There were no bruises or cuts marring Stephanie's skin—nothing to indicate Carter had forced her into his bed. For a second, I could almost believe this had all been a ploy from the beginning for Stephanie to unravel me. But I knew deep down that was exactly what Carter wanted. For all I knew, Stephanie could have been drugged and she was asleep, completely unaware that Carter was beside her or had even taken the photo. My phone rang in my pocket as I pulled my gaze away from the image of my wife naked in my ene

Even Feby can be a little relieved because the chances of meeting a known party are very small. This is where Feby is now. A cafe with a natural view that was so soothing to the eyes as if welcoming her who had just come from the city of Melati. However, that was not what interested her. Rather, it was the presence of a woman with her hair pulled back in a ponytail sitting behind her. She was the first companion in her husband's life who must have often made him jealous because Ares spent more time with her. “With ... Widya?” greeted Feby in a soft tone.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I heard a lot of confusing words today. Rynet what's going on now? I gave her a call after reading the texts in the message. Mom how are you? I greeted the moment a hello came from her.. Fine my dear. Victoria called me fuming. She said that you made her husband disabled. What happened please tell me. She inquired. Victoria is Tom's wife. They have been married for ages now with three kids all girls.

He looks expensive. "Yeah, I see him." I say "Well, that's my husband. We had a fight at home, and now he's trying to make me jealous." "Is this a thing now? Like a trend for couples?" I ask, unable to wrap my head around it. "Oh, no, not at all. We just happened to be with weird partners." She says easily and laughs. "My name is Carol." She says, observing me. "What's your name?" "Uhh... My name is Barry" I respond, trying not to tear my attention from Violet.