Prince Harry and his brother, Prince William, are currently not getting along well. Rumors suggest that William, who will be king one day, doesn’t even want to talk to Harry on the phone. There are reports that William and his wife, Kate Middleton, want to try to fix their strained relationship with Harry.
In his memoir titled “Spare,” Harry talks about feeling like he was less important to the royal family compared to William, who is the future king. Their lives were also marked by tragedy when their mother, Princess Diana, died when they were young.
Their once-close brotherly bond has changed, and Harry has even referred to William as his “archnemesis.” A new report reveals that Harry also has issues with his father, Prince Charles, about something related to his brother.
William and Harry had a happy childhood together, but everything changed on August 31, 1997, when Princess Diana died.
After losing their mother, William and Harry had only their father, Charles. Despite being part of the royal family with its rules and traditions, one would expect them to grieve privately like anyone else. But Harry claims this wasn’t the case when Diana died.
In his memoir, Harry remembers the morning he found out about his mother’s death. He was just 12 years old when Charles came to his room and told him, “Darling boy, Mummy’s been in a car crash.”
Harry recalls feeling shocked and says Charles didn’t comfort him much. Charles mentioned Diana’s injuries and how she didn’t survive. Harry remembers Charles putting a hand on his knee and saying, “It’s going to be OK,” but he didn’t hug him.
Harry also mentioned feeling guilt about his mother’s death and how he and William walked around Kensington Palace after her funeral.
“After our mother’s death, there were 50,000 bouquets of flowers for her, and we were there shaking people’s hands, smiling,” he continued. “I’ve seen the videos, and I noticed something strange – the people we shook hands with had wet hands. It turned out they were wiping away tears.”
Princess Diana’s death shocked the entire world. But at that time, many forgot that William and Harry, two young boys grieving for their beloved mother, had to maintain a public appearance.
The two brothers walked behind their mother’s coffin to Westminster Abbey.
Later, Harry criticized the decision for them, aged 12 and 15, to walk through London with the world watching.
“My mother had just died, and I had to walk a long way behind her coffin, surrounded by thousands of people watching me while millions more watched on TV,” he told Newsweek in 2017. “I don’t think any child should be asked to do that, under any circumstances. I don’t think it would happen today.”
Harry and William used to have a strong bond. When Harry turned 21, he said they were very close and could “talk about anything.”
“He is the one person on this earth who, I can actually really, you know, we can talk about anything and we understand each other and give each other support and everything’s fine,” Harry said.
Today, everyone knows that Prince Harry and his brother Prince William are not getting along. William reportedly doesn’t answer Harry’s calls, and they were already having problems before Harry and Meghan decided to leave the royal family.
In his book “Spare,” Harry wrote about a night in 2019 when he and William had a physical fight at his home in London. Harry said William had criticized Meghan, calling her “abrasive,” “rude,” and “difficult,” which Harry believed was just repeating what the media said.
Things got worse, and Harry described how William grabbed him, tore his necklace, and knocked him to the floor.
“He put down his water, called me a name, and then attacked me. It happened so fast. He grabbed me, tore my necklace, and I fell onto the dog’s bowl, which broke and cut my back. I lay there stunned, then got up and told him to leave,” Harry wrote.
Harry also said William encouraged him to fight back, remembering how they fought as kids. But Harry refused. Later, William returned looking sorry and apologized. Harry said he had visible injuries on his back.
Harry even called William his “archnemesis.”
About a year after Harry and Meghan left the royal family, Queen Elizabeth II’s husband, Prince Philip, died. During that time, Harry and William still had a lot of tension between them. Meghan didn’t attend the funeral, but Harry did. The days around the funeral were intense and emotional for the family.
During Prince Philip’s funeral procession, Prince Harry and Prince William didn’t walk side by side. News reports said Queen Elizabeth II decided they shouldn’t walk together. Instead, their cousin Peter Phillips walked between them.
The Mirror reported that the Queen made sure every detail of her husband’s funeral was just right. She wanted the focus to be on honoring his remarkable life without any distractions.
Some reports suggested it was actually William who asked for Peter Phillips to walk between him and Harry.
Before the funeral, Charles, Harry, and William had a private meeting. This was just a month after Harry and Meghan spoke with Oprah Winfrey in a big interview.
Unfortunately, the meeting didn’t go well. Harry was upset about how it turned out. The unplanned two-hour talk at Windsor Castle right after Prince Philip’s funeral felt like a surprise attack to Harry by his father and brother.
“A source told Radar Online that Prince Harry was surprised by an unplanned meeting with his dad and brother after Prince Philip’s funeral. The source said it wasn’t a good way to start making peace.
In the past few years, Prince Harry and his brother have met only a few times. Recently, Harry and Meghan traveled from the US to England for Queen Elizabeth II’s funeral.
During the funeral, Prince William and Kate walked together with Harry and Meghan at Windsor Castle. They greeted people and saw the many flowers and tributes for the late monarch.
When Prince Charles became king last year, Meghan Markle did not attend the ceremony. Harry went alone to the UK, but he returned to California shortly after the coronation at Westminster Abbey.
Father’s Day was on Sunday, June 16. Reports say Harry tried to arrange a call with his dad for the special day. According to royal expert Tom Quinn speaking to the Mirror, Harry’s attempts were met with hesitation from his father, advised by Camilla not to do anything that might upset King Charles.”
A royal expert says Harry wants to send a nice message to his father, whom he loves. But their issues aren’t private because their lives are very public.
“He knows everyone is watching to see if he’ll reach out to his dad. He wants to ignore their problems and send a warm message,” explained Tom Quinn.
Harry has tried to fix things, but his relationships with his father and brother aren’t good. Quinn said Harry wants to make up, but there’s a big problem: he feels his dad, King Charles, favors William over him.
“It’s important to remember Harry loves his dad, but he’s upset because Charles seems to side with William in family arguments,” Quinn told the Mirror.
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I Came to Support My Friend After Her Split with a Con Man, Only to End Up in the Same Trap Myself — Story of the Day
When I arrived to support my friend after she split up with a con man, I never imagined I’d be caught in a web of deception myself. Her tears and the details of her betrayal filled me with sympathy, but little did I know this visit would change my life forever.
When I first saw Marcella’s message, the words “horrible betrayal” seemed to leap off the screen. I felt an ache of sympathy as I read on, piecing together the story of her heartbreak.
Marcella was my longtime friend—sharp, perceptive, and cautious. I couldn’t believe someone had managed to fool her so completely. But here it was, spelled out in her shaky writing.
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The man, she wrote, had been a master of deception. He’d seemed sincere, a picture of charm and care, only to shatter her trust and vanish with all her expensive gifts.
“Oh, Marcella,” I muttered to myself, packing my suitcase. I couldn’t let her go through that alone, so I was ready for a long trip to cheer her up.
***
When I arrived, Marcella looked like a ghost of herself. Her hair was messy, her eyes red and tired, as if she hadn’t slept for days.
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“I just… I can’t believe he did this to me,” she said. “How could I be so stupid?”
“You’re not stupid, Marcella,” I said, sitting beside her and wrapping my arm around her shoulders. “He tricked you. Anyone could have fallen for it.”
She shook her head. “He took everything, Rachel. I trusted him, and he stole from me. Gifts, even money… just gone. I never thought I’d fall for someone like that. I never thought…”
“What did the police say?”
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“They just brushed me off,” she sobbed, wiping her cheek. “It feels like the investigation’s already over.”
“Marcella, I’m so sorry.”
After a long pause, she finally let out a heavy sigh and leaned her head against my shoulder.
“I hate to ask, but… could you stay with me for a few days? I have this project due, and I can’t focus. I just… I don’t think I can get it done alone right now.”
“Of course, Marcella,” I replied without hesitation. “Whatever you need.”
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“Thank you, Rachel,” she murmured. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
As I agreed to help her, a small part of me wondered if there was more to this story. But I shook the thought away, ready to support my friend.
After all, what are friends for if not to help us when we fall?
***
The next morning, I threw myself into Marcella’s project, letting the work fill my mind. The familiar rhythm of focusing on her tasks reminded me of our university days. Back then, she was the one who always turned in her assignments early, her name at the top of the class list.
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And me? I was the one by her side, offering last-minute help, happily researching while she shone. Those memories gave me a strange comfort.
By evening, I finally looked up, feeling the weight of the day’s work pressing down on me. That’s when Marcella appeared in the doorway, watching me with a half-smile.
“You’ve been at it all day,” she said, crossing her arms. “You should get out and take a break.”
“Maybe I’ll just go to bed early,” I sighed, rubbing my temples.
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“No, I know what you need. Go to that little café on Pine Street. They have the best donuts in town. I remember you could never resist sweets.”
I laughed, feeling my mood lift. “Alright, you got me. I’ll go.”
“Take some money, please,” she added, giving me some cash. “Just take it, please.”
***
Minutes later, I found myself stepping into the cozy café she’d recommended. It smelled like coffee and warm dough. I ordered a coffee and a donut, taking a seat by the window to enjoy a quiet moment.
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But then, I noticed him—a tall man in the corner, looking like he’d been waiting for someone. His intense gaze met mine, and he held it a little longer than I expected.
He had a look of quiet strength with just a hint of mystery. I felt a strange flutter in my chest.
Before I knew it, he came over. He glanced at his watch and gave a small, resigned smile.
“Guess my friend isn’t coming after all. Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” I replied, feeling a surprising flutter as he pulled out the chair across from me. “I’m Rachel, by the way.”
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“Vincent,” he said, extending his hand.
“So, do you come here often, or was this… a first-time donut adventure?” I teased, hoping to break the ice.
He laughed. “I come here once in a while. But it’s funny, I’ve never noticed the donuts. They’re really that good?”
“Oh, they’re life-changing,” I replied, lifting my half-eaten donut as proof. “I was having a long day, and honestly, donuts fix almost everything.”
He smiled. “It’s funny—sitting here with you, it’s like I’ve known you for longer than… what’s it been? Five minutes?”
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I felt a warmth spread through me. “Yeah, I feel the same. It’s strange, isn’t it?”
The evening drifted by in a haze of laughter and shared stories, both of us forgetting everything else. Hours felt like minutes, and by the time I finally glanced at my watch, it was nearly closing time.
“Wow,” I said, surprised. “It’s so late. I didn’t even notice.”
“Time flies when you’re with the right company,” he said softly.
When I finally left that night, I couldn’t stop smiling.
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***
During the day, I would dive into Marcella’s project, dedicating hours to get it done. In the evenings, Vincent and I met and walked around, enjoying each other’s company as the city lights flickered on.
Finally, after several days of work, I finished the project. Vincent and I decided to celebrate it with a nice dinner at a cozy restaurant. I felt light, almost giddy, savoring every moment with him.
“So, to us,” Vincent said, raising his glass.
“To us,” I echoed, clinking my glass with his. “And maybe to even more evenings like this?”
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He laughed, nodding. “I’ll drink to that.”
But just as I took a sip, a familiar figure caught my eye. Marcella was striding toward us, her face dark with fury, her eyes fixed on Vincent.
“Marcella?” I managed, unsure of what could happen.
She ignored me as her gaze seared into Vincent.
“How could you?!” she spat, barely containing her anger.
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Then she turned to me, her expression shifting to one of betrayal. “And you, Rachel! You knew, didn’t you? You knew exactly who he was!”
I was stunned, unable to form a response. “Knew… what? Marcella, what are you talking about?”
She let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, don’t play innocent! He’s the con artist, Rachel. The man who took everything from me.
OMG! My Vincent… a con artist? The same man who deceived Marcella?
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I looked at him, searching his face for answers, but he seemed unfazed.
“Marcella, please, calm down,” he said. “You’re letting your anger cloud everything. I told you from the start—you’re creating a version of events that suits your story. You wanted someone to blame.”
She glared at him. “You’re lying. Both of you.”
“Marcella, I didn’t know. I swear,” I said. “I… I would never hurt you.”
But without another word, Marcella stormed out of the restaurant, leaving an icy silence in her wake.
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I turned to Vincent. “Is… is it true? Are you really the one who…”
“Rachel, listen to me,” he said, reaching across the table to take my hand. “Marcella is twisting the truth. Yes, we had a complicated past, but she’s trying to tear us apart.”
His words sounded sincere, but a part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
“I don’t know what to believe,” I whispered, pulling my hand away. “Maybe… maybe I need to go talk to Marcella. Clear things up.”
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“If that’s what you need to do. But Rachel, don’t let her ruin this for us.”
With that, I left, the joy of our evening shattered.
***
When I returned to Marcella’s apartment, a feeling of dread settled in my stomach. As I stepped inside, Marcella and two officers were by the door.
“Rachel Parker?” one officer asked.
“Yes… that’s me,” I stammered.
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“We have a search warrant. Ms.Turner reported a theft of valuable jewelry, and we need to search your belongings.”
“Th-theft?” I repeated, my heart pounding.
“Please cooperate, ma’am,” the officer said, firm but polite.
In disbelief, I watched as they went through my suitcase. To my horror, one officer lifted a velvet pouch containing Marcella’s necklace and earrings.
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“That’s impossible,” I whispered. “That’s not mine.”
“Ms. Parker, do you have an explanation?” the other officer asked.
“I swear I didn’t take them.”
Just then, Vincent entered, his expression calm but focused. “Officers, I believe I can clarify. Marcella has been manipulating Rachel.”
Marcella’s eyes widened. “Vincent… what are you talking about?”
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“Marcella has severe financial issues. When I discovered how she was exploiting people, I left. That’s when she began blackmailing me,” he explained. “The night Rachel and I met, I was supposed to meet Marcella, but she set us up.”
I looked at Marcella in shock. “You encouraged me to go to that café. You wanted us to meet.”
Vincent nodded. “She even planted her jewelry in your suitcase to make it look like you stole from her.”
The officers exchanged glances. One spoke up, “Mr. Carter, do you have any proof?”
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Vincent played a recording of Marcella’s threats from his phone. Her voice rang out, cold and unmistakable.
The officer looked at me thoughtfully. “Ms. Parker, it seems there’s a misunderstanding. We’ll need Ms. Turner to come to the station for further questioning.”
Marcella paled, stammering, “You… can’t be serious! I’m the victim here!”
The officer raised a brow. “This recording raises enough questions. We’ll need clarification at the station.”
I took a deep breath. “Actually, officers, I don’t wish to press any charges.”
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Vincent nodded. “We’d rather resolve this quietly.”
The officers looked relieved. “Next time, be cautious about who you trust, Ms. Parker. And work out your issues without any more… soap opera scenes.”
They left, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Marcella looked down, finally murmuring, “Rachel… I’m sorry.”
I sighed. “I don’t know what to say, Marcella. This whole mess didn’t have to happen.”
Vincent placed a few bills on the table. “Marcella, this is for you. Maybe it’ll help you start over.”
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Marcella looked at the money, surprised. “Vincent, I… didn’t expect this.”
He said nothing, just gave me a nod. We stepped out of the apartment, leaving Marcella behind with a small amount of compassion.
As we walked into the cool night, Vincent took my hand, warm and steady.
I looked up at him. “So… what now?”
He smiled, his eyes hinting at mysteries yet to come. “Now, we find out what life looks like without secrets. Together.”
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