BERÜHRE DIE BRAUT NICHT
Miles war außer sich. Sein Vater musste einen Scherz machen, oder? Eine neunzehnjährige heiraten? Wer tut so etwas? Er war zwanzig, als sie geboren wurde, um Himmels willen. Allein der Gedanke widerte ihn an. Nicht wegen dem, was die Leute sagen würden – Miles kümmerte sich nicht um die öffentliche Meinung. Zurückgezogen, kalt, unhöflich und emotional unerreichbar, hatte er kein Interesse am Urteil der Welt. Aber das hier? Das fühlte sich falsch an. Er war kein Raubtier, und er würde ganz sicher niemanden heiraten, der zwei Jahrzehnte jünger war als er.
Aber sein Vater gab nicht nach, und die Firma zu verlieren kam nicht infrage.
Also willigte er widerwillig ein. Er würde das schüchterne, verletzte Mädchen heiraten, das das Schlimmste durch die Hände ihres Stiefonkels überlebt hatte. Er machte sich selbst ein Versprechen: Er würde sie nicht anrühren. Er würde sie beschützen, statt ein weiterer perverser Mann zu werden, vor dem sie sich fürchten musste.
Was er nicht erwartet hatte, war, wie schwer dieses Versprechen zu halten sein würde. Sie war unbestreitbar schön – weiche Kurven an all den richtigen Stellen, ihre Anwesenheit entfachte Begierden, von denen er dachte, er könnte sie unterdrücken. Plötzlich kämpfte Miles nicht nur gegen seine Moralvorstellungen, sondern auch gegen seine Erektion.
Aber sie war seine Frau. Er durfte sie berühren, oder? Oder zumindest ansehen?
Sie würde sein Verhängnis werden.
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Chapter: ZWANZIG: Spiel nicht im SturmMilesDer Sturm hatte mich hochgeschreckt, der Wind heulte, und Regen peitschte durch das offene Fenster in mein Zimmer. Wie hatte ich vergessen, es zu schließen? Benommen und desorientiert stolperte ich aus dem Bett und stapfte zum Fenster.Als ich danach griff, um es zu schließen, fiel mir etwas ins Auge – eine Gestalt im See hinter dem Haus, die im Sturm schwamm.„Was zum … ? Ist das Cheryl?" Ich beugte mich näher, kniff die Augen gegen den Regen zusammen.Sie war es. Sie kämpfte darum, zum Ufer zurückzuschwimmen. Der Sturm war zu stark.Adrenalin schoss durch mich. Ich schlug das Fenster zu und stürmte die Treppe hinunter, mein Herz hämmerte. Ich raste durch den regennassen Garten zum See, der Wind biss in meine Haut.„Cheryl? Was zum Teufel machst du mitten in der Nacht im See, während ein Sturm tobt?", schrie ich, meine Stimme kaum hörbar über das Brüllen des Sturms.„Mir geht's gut", antwortete sie und stieg aus dem Wasser, heftig zitternd.„Dir geht's nicht gut!", fauchte ich
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Chapter: NEUNZEHN: Werd nicht hartMilesIch wartete vorsichtig, blickte auf die Uhr, während die Minuten verstrichen. Ich hatte nicht erwartet, dass es so weit kommen würde – ihren Zeitplan auswendig zu kennen, mir Sorgen zu machen, wenn ihre Routine nicht wie geplant verlief. Donnerstags ließ sie normalerweise das Mittagessen mit mir aus, kam um 17 Uhr in meinem Büro vorbei, und ich fuhr sie zu ihrer Therapeutin. Während ihrer Sitzung traf ich mich mit meinen Freunden und kehrte zurück, um sie um 19 Uhr abzuholen, bevor wir nach Hause fuhren.Es war vorhersehbar. Bequem. Bis auf eine Sache.Ich warf einen Blick auf den Bildschirm, der die Lobby im Erdgeschoss zeigte, wartete auf ihre Ankunft. Das Problem war nicht ihr Zeitplan; es war die Art, wie sie geradewegs in mein Büro rannte, die Tür aufstieß und sich auf meinen Schoß warf, als wäre das die natürlichste Sache der Welt.Ich hatte ihr gesagt, sie solle mich wie eine Vaterfigur sehen. Aber ihr Stuhl zu sein, war definitiv nicht Teil der Abmachung.Jedes Mal, wenn
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Chapter: ACHTZEHN: Pendle nicht von zu Hause ausCherylMein Handy summte unerbittlich unter meinem Kissen und verschlimmerte das dumpfe Pochen in meinem Kopf. Seit ich mit einer Gehirnerschütterung in der Schulklinik aufgewacht war, waren Kopfschmerzen zu meinem ungebetenen Begleiter geworden. So viel dazu, meinen Mobbern die Stirn zu bieten. Wenn ich weggerannt wäre, hätte ich immer noch eine makellose Krankenakte – und keine hämmernden Kopfschmerzen, die mir das Leben ruinieren.Widerwillig stemmte ich mich von den weichen Kissen hoch, zuckte bei der Anstrengung zusammen, und tastete nach meinem Handy. Der Bildschirm leuchtete mit einem vertrauten Namen auf. Mr. Han.Es war 22 Uhr. Was zum Teufel wollte er zu dieser Uhrzeit?„Mr. Han", stöhnte ich und presste das Handy an mein Ohr.„Komm raus", sagte er einfach.Meine Augenbrauen runzelten sich. „Wo raus?"„Vor dein Wohnheim."Ich schnaubte. „Das ist der Ort, an dem mir letztes Mal fast das Gehirn eingeschlagen wurde. Klares Nein."„Cheryl, komm raus. Spiel nicht mit mir", sagte
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Chapter: SIEBZEHN: Schlag nicht die BrautCherylIch stieg aus meinem Auto, die frische Nachtluft biss auf meiner schweißnassen Haut nach einem intensiven Workout. Meine Lieblings-Playlist war durch die Autolautsprecher gedröhnt, aber jetzt fühlte sich die Stille schroff an, als ich sie ausschaltete und das Auto abschloss.Der Weg vom Parkplatz zu den Wohnheimen fühlte sich heute Nacht unnötig lang an. Warum waren die Wohnheime so riesig, und warum war der Parkplatz immer scheinbar meilenweit entfernt?Seltsamerweise waren die Wohnheime ungewöhnlich still für 22 Uhr. Normalerweise gäbe es Musik, Gelächter oder das leise Summen von Gesprächen. Vielleicht waren alle auf einer Party. Als ich mich dem Eingang meines Gebäudes näherte, ließ mich ein raschelndes Geräusch hinter den nahen Büschen innehalten.Ich blickte zurück, kniff die Augen in die Schatten. Wahrscheinlich nur der Wind, redete ich mir ein. Ich wandte mich zur Tür, aber dann—„Cheryl Mills."Ich erstarrte. Diese Stimme – scharf, vertraut, tropfte vor Gift. Brae.Ich
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Chapter: SECHZEHN: Vermisse nicht die BrautMiles„Mr. Han", rief Moses erneut. Wenn noch einmal jemand meinen Namen sagt, schwöre ich, ich raste aus.Ich hob eine Hand, unterbrach ihn, bevor er fortfahren konnte. „Niemand spricht mit mir – zumindest nicht heute." Mein Ton war schärfer als beabsichtigt, während ich aus dem Aufzug in mein Büro trat.Ich streifte meinen Mantel ab, warf ihn auf den Stuhl und sank in meinen Schreibtischstuhl. Mir gegenüber stand Chris mit verschränkten Armen, verzog die Lippen, als würde er überlegen, ob er sprechen sollte. Ich warf ihm einen Blick zu, warnte ihn stumm, es sich zweimal zu überlegen. Was auch immer er zu sagen hatte, konnte warten.Ich richtete meine Aufmerksamkeit auf die Skizzen auf meinem Schreibtisch und versuchte, mich auf die Gestaltung der Hardware für das nächste Tonyhan-Mobiltelefon zu konzentrieren. Aber es war vergeblich. Meine Gedanken wanderten immer wieder ab, driften zu Orten, an die sie nicht sollten.Ich hatte gedacht, Cheryl zu meiden würde helfen. Ich hatte mich d
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Chapter: Kapitel 15: Beachte die Gruppe nichtCherylIch schreckte hoch und schlug mit der Hand auf den Wecker. Einen Moment lang starrte ich verwirrt an die Decke und versuchte mich zu erinnern, wo ich war. Langsam kehrte die Erinnerung zurück: das Wohnheimzimmer, das neue Semester und die unruhige Nacht, die ich kaum überlebt hatte.Ich seufzte und legte mich für eine Sekunde wieder hin, bevor ich mich zwang, mich aufzusetzen. Ich rieb mir die Augen und gähnte, während die Erschöpfung immer noch an mir klebte. Es spielte keine Rolle – ich konnte es mir nicht leisten, noch einen Tag zu verpassen. Ich hatte bereits eine ganze Woche des Semesters verloren.Als ich nach meinem Handy griff, bemerkte ich aus dem Augenwinkel eine Bewegung. Meine Mitbewohnerin war wach – und machte Sport. Mitten im Zimmer.Sie warf mir einen Blick zu, bemerkte mein Anstarren und winkte beiläufig.„Hi“, brachte ich heraus und winkte zurück. „Ich heiße Cheryl.“„Navy“, antwortete sie ohne großes Interesse und kehrte bereits zu ihrem Workout zurück.Ich s
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Don't Touch The Bride
Miles was livid. His father had to be joking, right? Marrying a nineteen-year-old girl? Who does that? He was twenty when she was born, for God’s sake. The very idea disgusted him. Not because of what anyone would say—Miles didn’t care about public opinion. Reclusive, cold, rude, and emotionally unavailable, he had no interest in the world’s judgment. But this? This felt wrong. He wasn’t a predator, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to marry someone two decades younger than him.
But his father wouldn’t back down, and losing the company wasn’t an option.
So, he reluctantly agreed. He would marry the shy, damaged girl who had survived the worst at the hands of her step-family. He made himself a promise: he wouldn’t touch her. He would protect her, not become another perverted man she’d have to fear.
What he didn’t expect was how hard that promise would be to keep. She was undeniably beautiful—soft curves in all the right places, her presence igniting desires he thought he could suppress. Suddenly, Miles found himself fighting not just his morals, but his erection.
But she was his wife. He could touch her, right? Or at least look?
She was going to be his undoing.
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Chapter: Chapter 120: Epilogue Miles Today is the happiest day of my life—watching Cheryl and the kids run toward me. She was in her wedding dress. She chose me. She chose us. And I know it was last minute, but I wanted it too. After last night, I had taken the kids out one last time before leaving because I might not be returning anytime soon and they had school. This morning, my flight had been prepared but got delayed for two hours. Just as I was about to climb in, I heard Minnie yell, “Daddy!” I turned around to see Miles and her giggling, sprinting toward me, and Cheryl as well, getting out of the taxi and running toward me in her pretty dress. My heartbeat slowed. Now I can die a happy man knowing Cheryl will be my wife until the day I die. The kids reached me first and I lifted them both into my arms. “We’re going home, buddies—and looks like we get to be together forever,” I said. Minnie was excited, but Miles only asked to see the pilot—he was more interested in my airplane than in m
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Chapter: Chapter 119Cheryl In a few days, we had to travel back to London, and the kids having to leave Miles was a lot harder than I thought. They’ve only known him for like a week. So dramatic—Minnie didn’t stop crying until she fell asleep. Miles was just impressed that his dad owns an airplane.His friends’ ears at school are going to bleed because he’ll never stop talking about it.I was also in my feelings, feelings that made my chest hurt physically. I was scared of the reason because I knew it—but hated to admit it.I don’t want to leave him. I don’t know what I want, but I feel really bad, like I’m making a bad decision… like I’m ruining my life.I touched my cheek where he had pecked me earlier.Oh God.This is bad.For me. For Tristan.I don’t want to marry him and spend the rest of my life wanting the father of my kids—because he is always going to be a part of my life. Five months later“Pass me the knife, please,” I said to Tristan, who immediately grabbed the knife and p
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Chapter: Chapter 118Cheryl “Woah! You were like Superman yesterday, flying to catch Minnie!” Miles Jr yelled, dramatically reenacting the terrifying scene from last night.Senior Miles laughed heartily, stretching his leg out so little Miles could leap onto it in his silly attempt to recreate the moment. I would never be able to thank Miles enough for what he did last night. And yes, I know she’s his kid too—but still, that act was beyond selfless.I can’t imagine the fear he must have felt in that moment, already haunted by the loss of a child.I’m also just so relieved that Miles loves him—and thinks he’s cool.That’s a great start.I was worried for nothing.I don’t think they fully understand that he’s their dad yet. But we’ll get there.“Miles, get up and stop rolling on the floor,” I scolded, and he quickly scrambled off, grabbing Miles’s hand instead.“Your wristwatch is really cool! Does it work? There are bears in it—wait, is that a polar bear?” Kids and their endless questions.Laura, Minnie,
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Chapter: Chapter 117Miles“This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen,” I said, pacing like a madman. “I’ve just spent the past five years completely oblivious to the fact that I had children—real, flesh and blood children. And the whole reason I didn’t want to have kids in the first place was because of lives like mine. I was scared I couldn’t promise I’d always be there. I was scared I’d mess them up. I didn’t want to bring children into this world only to ask them to suffer because I couldn’t come through for them.”I dragged a hand down my face.“And now? Now I’ve had kids for five years. Five damn years I’ve been absent from their lives. Tell me, what do you want me to do now? How do I fix this? How do I just walk into their lives and pretend like I belong there?”My voice cracked.“Cheryl should’ve told me. She should have told me she was pregnant. I would never have asked her to get an abortion—never. But I had no idea. No idea she was pregnant. That divorce? It was an impulsive decision. I was
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Chapter: Chapter 116Cheryl The next morning was chaos. I barely had time to think about the encounter with Anna. I had to bathe the kids, get them dressed, get myself ready, and most of all—prepare emotionally. I was about to see people I had hurt deeply. People who might never forgive me.Anna was right.It hadn’t been five months.It had been five years.Five years of pain.Five years of worry.I tied my hair up in a ponytail and stepped back from the mirror, checking my short black dress, skin-toned socks, shoes, and my jacket. I spritzed on cologne and rushed downstairs.We were already running late.Minnie wore a matching black dress—just styled a little differently. Miles was in his little black shirt and pants.“Mummy, how did Grandpa Reed die?” Minnie asked as I wrapped my arm around hers in the car.“He was old, sweetheart. Old people die eventually,” I answered as gently as I could.Minnie turned to me for confirmation. I nodded. She didn’t look pleased by the reality.“Mummy, you’re squeezing
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Chapter: Chapter 115Cheryl I watched as Miles handed Minnie his chocolate bar—he had accidentally knocked hers out of her hands and they both knew better than to pick food up off the floor.It warmed my heart, honestly.“That’s exactly what Miles would have done,” Minnie sighed, leaning against my shoulder.She misses her brother, but they’re both so stubborn.“If you see Miles, please talk to him,” I began gently. “He loves you. He wasn’t trying to make your dad’s funeral about himself. You and your dad probably never even had a proper fight in your whole life, but it wasn’t the same for him. They never saw eye to eye—it was either yelling or silence. I think he hated that, and maybe he only really realized it after he died. He wasn’t trying to make it about himself, he was just… hurt. And they had just spoken the day before. I don’t know what they said, but it seemed like they were finally trying to get along.”I know Miles is an asshole, but he loves his sister. Maybe—just maybe—what happened between
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Chapter: Chapter 28Madelaine “Hey look, it’s an elk,” I said, staring out my room window into the eerily dark forest. Bronwyn climbed the couch next to me and looked out the window as well. “Should we shoot it? And maybe we could have a barbecue for breakfast tomorrow,” she joked, reaching into her bag for the gun we had earlier. I laughed, feeling the steak I had for dinner dance in my belly. Geez. I was overfed. “Can we really shoot it?” I asked. “Yes, sure, but then Ben’s going to confiscate the gun for misuse,” she said. “Of course. He wanted us to use it on a person, not an innocent animal,” I replied sarcastically. “Right. He’s not a monster,” Bron quipped. I smiled and turned my head back to the window, watching the elk wander around. “Hey, here. I got you a birthday present,” Bron said. I sat back on my calves, taking the small box she handed me. “Oh my goodness. Thank you. That’s really sweet.” I opened the box and found a beautiful silver bracelet in it. I wore it aroun
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Chapter: Chapter 27Benjamin “Will you go join them instead of pacing around the house like a lunatic?” Hermy said, tired of my pacing and brooding around the house.I shrugged. “I don’t know if I want to intrude on their girl time. Maybe I could just watch them from the treehouse,” I said.Hermy closed the book she was reading. “Fine, let’s go.”“No, watching them would be weird. What if they take off their clothes?” I said.Hermy scoffed. “Yeah, right. Like you care when a woman has no clothes on.”I did when it was Madelaine.“Let’s just go, come on,” she urged.I grabbed my jacket and then we went to pull out old bicycles from the garage and rode them to the old treehouse in the middle of the woods, it was closer to the beach. I climbed up the tree into the dusty old house.“Jeez, I should get this place cleaned,” I hissed.We sat by the bench on the window and then I pulled out the binoculars and stared into them. I didn’t see anything at first and that made my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t been worr
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Chapter: Chapter 26Madelaine “It’s really boring here. I really don’t want to whine because I’m sure it’s harder for you because it’s your birthday,” Bronwyn said, still tossing a tennis ball against the wall and catching it. “It’s okay, I don’t mind. You guys spent all night baking a cake for me and singing for me, that’s more than I thought I’d be getting, to be honest,” I answered, staring at the ceiling as I laid on the bed. “Hmmn, must be extra boring stuck here with Ben,” she said. “You said you have been here before, a couple of times. What did you do to pass the time?” I asked her. “Well, it was when I was younger, but I remember horse riding, climbing trees, spending a lot of time at the beach, hiking, playing basketball with your dad… eating a lot too and forcing your dad to read me bedtime stories,” she said. “Hmmn, that sounds like a lot of fun. We could do those things now. Except go on a hike or to the beach because Ben still isn’t sure it’s safe. I have never climbed a tree ei
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Chapter: Chapter 25Madelaine “Do you always wake up this early?” Bronwyn asked, her face deep into the soft pillows.“Yeah, Dr. Cavanagh and I have like this little routine every day, now we are going for a run,” I said.She chuckled. “Dr. Cavanagh. Just call him Ben.”“I don’t know, it’s weird,” I said.“What do you call my mom? Aunt Hermy?” She sat up, tying up her hair.“It’s different… I just—well now I just call him Benny. He hates it but he answers anyway,” I explained, putting on my running shoes.“So, you guys must be like best friends now. You don’t think he is weird? You have spent three weeks here with him, how has it been?” she asked.“Well, I do think he is very weird but we get along,” I answered.“Yeah, cuz you both like nerdy things,” she said.I huffed a laugh. “Not really.”“Be right back,” I told her, heading out of my room with my headphones.I heard voices in the living room, like chatting and laughter. I walked closer and heard Hermy laughing at something Ben said. When I finally
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Chapter: Chapter 24Madelaine I paused the TV and grabbed my phone to check what time it was again for the one-billionth time.9:30 pm.They should be on their way here. But that’s not the problem. The problem is Ben. He left at 4:30 pm and he hasn’t come back for five hours! Where is he? What is he doing? Leaving me here all alone for that long.I don’t want to admit it, but I am jealous. He said he was going to see Sarah. It’s been five hours, and unless he like, died or something, there’s no possible explanation for staying with Sarah for five hours except that they are fucking. And I don’t blame him—she’s hot!But I’m mad.I’m really mad.Maybe if I didn’t push him away, he wouldn’t be doing whatever he is doing with Sarah right now. The reception sucks, I can’t even call him. What am I supposed to say when our guests arrive? Plus, he told me not to let anyone in.I sighed, throwing my head backwards.The thought of Ben being with someone else sucks so damn much and I hate it. I mean, I have known h
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Chapter: Chapter 23Madelaine Ben and I have been good. Normal. Back to the way it used to be except without the kissing or all of that or sleeping together too. However, I had a really bad episode last night and Ben had to pry open my door and hold me to sleep for the rest of the night.I felt safe again.My sore throat was long gone and I have stayed away from the topic of the sex room and the drawings. Just normal routine; waking up—now I went on morning runs with Ben—and then we got back and fed the animals and then checked on our garden. The fruits and veggies we planted were growing big and well. I never thought I’d be interested in gardening ever, but Ben and I resorted to whatever made the time pass. Like right now, we were gardening.“Oh my god, Benny look. It’s a huge weirdly shaped watermelon,” I gasped, digging it out of the dirt with my bare hands.Yeah, I started calling him Benny because "Doctor" now felt too horny. He hated it, but he was getting used to it. I harvested the watermelon an
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