Harry Styles Wife Novels & Stories

she is just your daughter in law just daughter in law nor my wife so we have to go just choose a daughter in law for you bcoz I am not accepting her as my wife and it's clear mom" He saying not in so calm voice She thing for while and speak in mind "soon you love her son it's surprise for my son but I not telling you! You have to find out in your own and I know you love her alot. And she speak up while brushing her hair "okay as you think now go and get ready I don't want to be late" He speak up "okay then you want her to suffer than I don't have problems" and left from there angrily

"I don't care if she is your real daughter or not! The only thing I care about is that she is my wife now and anyone of you don't get a fuc*** right to slap her let alone touch even a single hair of hers!" Mrs Hamilton looked shocked. Her head moving in a no as she approaches him. "Listen to me Son... please sit down!! At least hear-' "I will no longer sit down and get your respect when you dare to disrespect my wife!! Listen good Mrs Hamilton because I hate to repeat myself....her name is Elle Lockwood now and before you go around hitting my wife in my house in front of my staff....just remembered what I can do to your company with just a flick of my finger."

It looked like she was debating on whether she should tell me or not. "I know how Haden is. I know how he can be sometimes. Did you guys break up?" She took a deep breath. "We didn't break up. At least not yet. I found out that he has a wife." "What? Haden doesn't have a wife." "Yes, he does. I met her. She has short blonde hair." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." She sobbed. "I have to see this for myself. I have no idea where he lives."

I muttered. “That’s not an issue. I’m here. We’ll go shopping today.” “No, Harry. You’re busy. I can just pick something.” “No. That’s not acceptable. They’re meeting the Trinity Real Estate CEO for the first time. You have to stand out. Let’s inform the housekeeper—she can look after the kids while we’re out.” “Fine,” I said, hiding a laugh. “So, you’re my stylist for today?” A few hours later, we were walking through rows of boutiques. Some were familiar, others not. Harry’s hands sifted through racks, placing dresses in front of me, his fingers brushing the silky fabrics.

Harry pondered. In a split second, numerous thoughts raced through his mind, and he timidly asked, "A-Are you looking for my daughter, Laura?" Harry's question prompted a frown from Maxwell. The latter immediately corrected him. "My wife is Jennifer." Harry widened his eyes in shock. "J-Jennifer? "P-Please wait a moment. I went to bed early last night and didn't know Laurie had brought Jennifer home. Let me go get them now," he awkwardly explained. Maxwell nodded in response.

The expecting mother was thrown out of her home! A video showed Tiffany crying in front of the camera. In the video, she wore a maternity dress. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were red and swollen. One hand supported her belly while the other wiped away her tears. Her pitiful appearance made it seem as though she had suffered unimaginable injustice. “Harry and I’ve been married for fifteen years! We always had a great relationship. We agreed to be child-free, but then I got pregnant by accident. Then, he changed.”

She did not expose him and stepped into the bustling hall. Hearing the voice, Juniper, who was chatting with someone, turned around and saw Celine and Harry, who was holding Celine's hand. She paused for a moment before asking hesitantly, "Celine, who's this?" Celine did not answer, unsure how to respond. Harry remained silent, but the relatives nearby warmly introduced them, "Juniper, you've been abroad for three years and didn't come back for the wedding, so it's normal you don't know him. This is Celine's husband, Harry Slate, the president of Slate Group..."

" Ma'am ?? But sir, she is an assistant to Manyata ma'am... I even call Sonia as Sonia. " " I don't care what you call Sonia... " " But they both hold the same position in the office. " " Srusti holds a special position. Please call her ma'am. " " I am sorry sir... I did not understand. Why is Sru... Ms Mehra..." He was speaking but I cut his sentence. " Ms Mehra, is actually Mrs Paul, Harry. She is Mrs Srusti Mohit Paul. My wife. " " What ?? Oh my God!!! Your wife??? When did that happen?? "

" The lady nagged, mockery in her voice. Mere looking at her, Bethel recognized the lady to be the rumoured "Stephanie Smith" a very popular model. Wait, she's Harry's ex wife. Oh God, Angel's mother. "You're a dead man!!" Steph pressed further. "You made sure of that" Harry's hoarse voice came up. Bethel sensed pain in his voice. "Steph leave my house!" He added. "Until I get my daughter out of here and is that your hired sex slave!! I see" Steph clapped her hands in rhythms. But deep down, jealousy burned her throat.

With that, Edwin tore the divorce papers into pieces and threw them into the air! Countless shreds of paper sprinkled in the air and danced around them like a heavy snowstorm. Eric wiped the cold sweat off his forehead in horror. Since Harry's wife's death a long time ago, Old Madam Atherton had been disgusted with his constant flirting with many women and did not allow Harry to remarry. In other words, the position of the wife in his household registration book had become vacant.