If we talk about billionaire business magnates who have changed the fashion industry forever, the first thing most people think about is the Styles name.

And the sharp, cold face of Harry.

Vogue Business covers, People Magazine, Man of The Year, global recognition reinforcing the idea that this man is a revolutionary figure at just 39, almost 40.

Harry was brilliant. Striking. The owner of Pleasing and the CEO of Gucci since he was 28. A man with impeccable taste, unparalleled discipline, and the ability to achieve at 30 what others still chase at 50.

And discipline wasn’t even the half of it.

Authoritative, intimidating, quick-thinking, responsible—always putting work first to meet every deadline, often early.

Well… almost everything.

Because as they say: behind every great man, there’s a great woman.

Mrs. Styles.

His woman, his partner, his friend, the love of his life. His wife.

Harry and his wife met when she was 20 and he was 27. Unlike Harry, her passion wasn’t business—it was music, especially classical. A beautiful voice, a natural gift with the violin and every string or wind instrument, bright, delicate, classy… she was perfect.

When Harry turned 32 and she turned 25, they got married. Truthfully, Harry would’ve married her sooner, but he respected her dreams deeply—especially her father’s condition: he would give Harry permission to marry her only after she completed her musical studies at Columbia University. She did. And the moment she graduated, they got engaged. Six months later—puff—married.

She’s now a private instructor and the director of the New York Philharmonic, sharing her gifts while Harry continues expanding his empire.

A power couple. A man devoted to his work… especially to his wife.