LOGINMiles 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.
View MoreMiles 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
Cheryl 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
Cheryl “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,
Miles“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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