Royal Bombshell: Prince Harry’s Deep-Seated Hatred for Father Charles Revealed!

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.

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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.

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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.

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“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.”

LONDON, ENGLAND – MAY 06: Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex attends the Coronation of King Charles III and Queen Camilla on May 6, 2023 in London, England. The Coronation of Charles III and his wife, Camilla, as King and Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and the other Commonwealth realms takes place at Westminster Abbey today. Charles acceded to the throne on 8 September 2022, upon the death of his mother, Elizabeth II. (Photo by Ben Stansall – WPA Pool/Getty Images)

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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My Brother & His Fiancée Hired Me to Make Their Wedding Cake — They Refused to Pay, So Our Grandma Got the Perfect Payback

When Emily bakes her heart into her brother’s wedding cake, she expects gratitude, not betrayal. But when payment turns into a family scandal, it’s Grandma Margaret who serves the real justice. In a world where passion is mistaken for obligation, Emily learns that respect is the sweetest ingredient of them all.

You learn a lot about people when cake and money are involved.

I’m Emily, 25, and I love to bake. I work in a bakery, making cakes for every occasion. Growing up, it was just a hobby but the more I learned, the more my passion grew. Cakes became my love language.

Birthdays, holidays, breakups, random Tuesdays: cake is always the answer.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

I’ve been piping frosting roses since I was sixteen and built a little Instagram following along the way. Which is how I landed my job in a bakery.

“You want to work in a bakery, Emily?” my father had asked. “Seriously?”

“It’s for now,” I said in return. “It’s just for me to learn and work my way up. I’m going to save money as well. I’m going to culinary school, Dad. One way or another.”

“This is a hobby, Emily,” he retorted. “You’ll learn that one day when you need help paying your bills.”

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A close up of a frowning man | Source: Midjourney

Still, I had the support of the rest of my family and to sweeten the deal with them, I had never charged my family for personal, small bakes. It’s just something that I didn’t do, unless they came in through the bakery, of course. Anything through the bakery is business. Strictly.

But they always gave me a little something. Gift cards. Flowers. Sometimes a few folded notes tucked into my apron pocket. It was sweet. It felt… respectful almost.

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A vase of flowers on a table | Source: Midjourney

Then my little brother, Adam, got engaged to Chelsea.

And everything changed before my eyes.

They were 23. A bit too young for marriage in my humble opinion but I didn’t want to voice my concerns.

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A smiling couple | Source: Midjourney

“They’ll think you’re bitter because you’re single, honey,” my mother said over pizza and wine one night.

“But I’m not! I’m just genuinely concerned, Mom,” I replied, picking the olives off my slice.

“I know, sweetheart,” she agreed. “I am, too. But Adam’s convinced that Chelsea is the one for him. Let’s see how that ends up. Look, I think she’s high maintenance, but it’s clear that she loves him. That’s enough for me.”

If it was enough for my mother, then it was enough for me.

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A box of pizza and a bottle of wine | Source: Midjourney

But at 23, they were all Pinterest boards and highlighter pens, planning a wedding that looked like a lifestyle influencer’s fever dream. When they asked me to make their wedding cake, I said yes.

Of course, I did. I wanted to. I was proud.

But I had to be realistic with them, too.

“This isn’t a birthday cake, guys,” I said. “It’s three tiers. For 75 guests. The ingredients alone are going to cost me. I won’t do it through the bakery because the price will be insane. So, I’m going to do it at home.”

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A woman sitting at a kitchen table | Source: Midjourney

“That’s totally fair,” Adam said, looping his arm around Chelsea. “Of course, you’ll be compensated, Em.”

I quoted them $400. And honestly, if they had come through the bakery, it would have easily been $1200 at least.

They agreed.

“But I’ll do a taste-test at the bakery,” I said, pouring cups of tea. “That way you guys can get the full experience and decide on a final flavor. Deal?”

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A cup of tea on a table | Source: Midjourney

“Deal,” Chelsea said tightly. “I do want to have the full bridal experience, and this is one of them. I was worried that you’d choose the flavor instead.”

I was frowning on the inside. Which respectful baker would just choose a flavor without consulting her clients? I chose to smile and push a plate of fresh eclairs toward them.

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A woman sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

A week later, they came into the bakery for a tasting. The space smelled like vanilla and lemon glaze when they walked in. I’d prepped everything. Three sample plates, fresh linen and even a cinnamon-scented candle.

It was the most effort I’d ever put into family.

“Whoa, Em,” Adam grinned. “This looks fancy. So, this is how everyone else gets the Emily-treatment?”

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The interior of a bakery | Source: Midjourney

“I didn’t know you did it like this,” Chelsea nodded, her delicate fingers adjusting her blouse.

“I wanted you to feel like clients,” I said, trying not to sound nervous. “Because… you are.”

My boss let me use the space for tasting as long as I handled the costs.

They tried the chocolate raspberry. All it got was polite nods. They tried the lemon lavender and exchanged a glance.

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A woman standing in a bakery | Source: Midjourney

But when they bit into the strawberry shortcake, their expressions changed.

Adam actually closed his eyes.

“Okay… that’s delicious!” he exclaimed.

Chelsea licked a bit of cream from her lip.

“It’s nostalgic, Emily. Like whipped cream summers. It’s perfect.”

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A cake square on a white plate | Source: Midjourney

They chose it for all three tiers.

And in that moment, I thought that maybe they really saw me. That they recognized my talent. And maybe this wedding would pull us closer.

I sent them numerous sketches so that they could be involved in every aspect of the process.

I baked for three days straight. I decorated the cake in the early hours of the wedding morning. I even drove the cake to the venue myself. It was the most intricate thing I’d ever done.

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Cake sketches on a page | Source: Midjourney

Three tiers, whipped mascarpone, fresh strawberries glazed in honey. I set it up with trembling hands and a heart full of pride.

And then they took it. Smiled. Thanked me.

And never paid.

At first, I thought that it was okay. That we’d deal with it after the wedding. I mean, I didn’t really expect them to hand me the cash then and there.

But a little reassurance would have been nice.

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A beautiful wedding cake | Source: Midjourney

I discovered the truth ten minutes later, when Adam cornered me near the bar, his voice low and tight.

“Emily, you’re seriously expecting us to pay you? For cake? I heard you telling Mom that you’re expecting it.”

“Yes?” I blinked.

“But you never charge family,” he said simply, like I was stupid.

“This isn’t a batch of birthday cupcakes, Adam.”

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A pensive groom | Source: Midjourney

Chelsea slipped beside him, her tone glossy and fake, just like her hair extensions.

“It’s a wedding gift. We thought you’d understand. Just let it go,” Chelsea said, winking. “Be generous, sister-in-law. It’s family.”

I stood there, stunned.

It was funny because someone had overheard the entire thing.

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A close up of a bride | Source: Midjourney

Grandma Margaret.

She’s the kind of woman who wears pearls to the grocery store and could end a war with a single look. When she speaks, everyone listens.

Dinner had ended, the buffet clearing out as the reception hall silenced. Speeches began. The mic passed from best man to maid of honor. Then, casually, Grandma stood.

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A wedding buffet | Source: Midjourney

She smiled as she took the mic, glass of champagne in her hand, her eyes sharp.

“I’ve always dreamed of giving my grandchildren something special for their honeymoons,” she began. “For Adam and Chelsea, I had something wonderful planned. The idea came to me at their Greek God-inspired engagement party. An all-expenses-paid trip to Greece!”

The room erupted.

Chelsea gasped. Adam’s mouth dropped open.

Grandma raised a finger.

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An older woman at a wedding | Source: Midjourney

“But now, I have no choice but to reconsider my decision.”

Silence took over.

She turned slowly. She looked at me and smiled gently. Then she looked at the cake.

“I believe that generosity should be met with gratitude. Especially within a family,” she said.

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An older woman giving a speech | Source: Midjourney

People shifted in their seats. I knew most of them wanted the speeches to be done, they were ready for the dessert buffet and the music.

“I think you all know why,” she continued.

She handed her mic back with a polite smile and sipped her glass of champagne like she hadn’t just set the room on fire.

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A glass of champagne | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t see Adam again until sunset, the light bleeding into soft amber across the reception lawn. I’d stepped outside, away from the clinking glasses, the sugar-high flower girls and the noisy music.

I just wanted to sit on a bench and let the breeze cool me down. The anger had started to wear off but the ache in my chest remained. It was like something I hadn’t known was fragile had finally cracked inside me.

Even I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

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A woman sitting outside | Source: Midjourney

Adam.

My baby brother, the kid who used to sit on the kitchen counter licking beaters while I piped frosting flowers. He looked wrecked, tie askew, forehead damp, lips pressed tight.

He had an envelope in his hand, already crumpled like he’d been squeezing it too hard.

“Em,” he said, his eyes darting around. “Wait.”

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A groom standing outside | Source: Midjourney

I turned but I didn’t speak.

He thrust the envelope at me like it burned his fingers.

“Here,” he said. “It’s the $400… plus a little extra. I didn’t know how to push back, Em. Chelsea got so excited about calling it a ‘gift,’ and I didn’t want to start our marriage with a fight. But it didn’t sit right.”

“You just thought that I wouldn’t stand up for myself,” I said, my voice low and even.

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A close up of a woman sitting on a bench | Source: Midjourney

He flinched. His shoulders sank.

I saw it then, not just guilt, but fear. Not of me. Of what being married to someone like Chelsea might cost me.

“No, that’s not… It wasn’t like that, Emily.”

“You agreed to pay me,” I said. “I gave you a discount, Adam. A huge one! I spent three days in my kitchen working myself sick. And you took it like it was owed to you.”

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A groom with his hand in his hair | Source: Midjourney

“Chelsea said…” he looked at the ground. “I mean, we thought… family doesn’t charge family.”

“That’s funny,” I said. “Because you were both happy to treat me like a vendor until the bill came.”

I saw it then, the flicker of shame behind his eyes. Not just because he got caught. Because he knew I was right.

Chelsea appeared behind him a second later, her heels clicking like punctuation. She looked picture-perfect until you got close. Her mascara was smudged. Her smile was too tight.

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A close up of a bride standing outside | Source: Midjourney

“Emily,” she said, in that performative, high-pitched tone she used when she was trying to charm her way out of trouble. “Seriously, it was just a misunderstanding. We didn’t mean to make you feel like you weren’t appreciated.”

I laughed, short and cold.

“You didn’t make me feel anything. You showed me exactly where I stood.”

“I didn’t think it would matter this much. I mean, you love baking,” she blinked, eyes glossy.

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A frowning woman sitting outside | Source: Midjourney

“I do,” I said. “Which is why it hurts more. You didn’t just take money from me. You took respect. You treated my passion and my career like a party favor.”

Chelsea opened her mouth to argue. Then closed it. Her eyes flicked to the envelope in my hand.

There was $500 inside. No note. No apology. Just cash. Just damage control.

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A woman holding a small crumpled envelope | Source: Midjourney

“I’m glad Grandma doesn’t see ‘family’ the way you do,” I said, slipping the envelope into my purse. “Because if she did, I’d have nothing left.”

Adam looked like he wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t find the words. So he just stood there, hands stuffed in his pockets, watching his wedding slip further from the fairytale they’d built on someone else’s labor.

I turned and walked away before either of them could try again.

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A upset groom | Source: Midjourney

And this time, they didn’t follow me. They went off together.

Later, just as dessert was being served and people were laughing again, Grandma stood once more.

She clinked her glass gently.

“I want to make something very clear, especially to my grandchildren and their new spouses. Generosity is a gift. Not an obligation. And it should never be repaid with greed or disrespect.”

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A dessert buffet at a wedding | Source: Midjourney

People sat up straighter.

Grandma paused. She looked around the room with deliberate calm.

“I’ve given each of you the benefit of the doubt. And my honeymoon gift still stands, this time. But if I ever see something like this again?”

She smiled. Sweet. Lethal.

“I won’t just take away a trip. I’ll take everything else too, trust funds included.”

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An older woman giving a speech at a wedding | Source: Midjourney

She nodded toward Adam. Then Chelsea.

Then sat down like she’d just read bedtime stories to kids.

“I see and hear everything, Emily,” she said later. “And no more giving discounts to ungrateful family. This is your career now, darling. Take a stand. And if you really want to go to culinary school, talk to me. Your trust fund is there for a reason. Why you’re trying to save money, only the Lord knows, child.”

“Thanks, Gran,” I smiled.

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A smiling woman sitting at a wedding reception | Source: Midjourney

After, Adam started texting me on my birthday. On time. Chelsea began tagging and re-posting my bakes on socials.

At the next family barbecue, hosted by Chelsea and Adam, she hovered near the drinks table before walking over. Her smile was tight, eyes scanning for anyone nearby, like she didn’t want an audience.

She handed me a thank-you card with a massage gift card tucked inside.

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Food on a grill | Source: Midjourney

“These were really good, by the way,” she said.

She meant the brownies, but the compliment landed weird, it like got stuck on the way out. Her tone was off. I nodded, said thanks, and watched her retreat like she’d completed a chore.

It wasn’t affection. It was fear. Respect. Caution.

And honestly? That worked just fine.

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A woman standing in a backyard | Source: Midjourney

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