Todos os capítulos de Don't Touch The Bride : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Cheryl It took me an agonizingly long time, not to mention some nerve-racking critical thinking, to decide between Physics and Applied Mathematics for my major.Guess which one I chose?Yes, Applied Mathematics.I know, I know-I'm starting to regret it.Don't get me wrong, I'm doing fine in all my courses, but now I can't shake the feeling that choosing Physics would've given me the best of both worlds: an insight into both mathematics and physics. But then again, the decision is made. There's no point dwelling on it.I rubbed my sweaty palms together, hesitating before opening the email I'd received from Tonyhan. I had applied for an internship there this summer a week ago and sent a follow-up today. My portfolio had been impressive, but the nerves were still there, I guess that's normal.I tapped on my iPad screen, immediately closing my eyes, too scared to look. Slowly, I opened them, heart racing as I read through the message."Yes!" I leapt up, heart pounding as I saw the accept

Cheryl Just as my father-in-law left the room, splash! Cold water poured over me, drenching my dress and sending a shiver down my spine. I flinched and grabbed a hand towel."Oh, I'm sorry! It was an accident," my stepmother whined, her voice dripping with faux innocence.We both knew it wasn't. Everyone in the room did.I didn't need to think too hard to connect the dots. Anthony Han was the CEO of Tonyhan, the tech giant that made everything from mobile phones to cutting-edge gadgets the very company I had applied to for an internship. And now, his son Miles was my fiancé.My family must have been blind to what Miles looked like, or they would never have insisted I'd be miserable with him. "Daddy! Why does this good-for-nothing girl get to marry someone like Miles Han?" Dia, my stepsister, shrieked, her voice sharp enough to pierce through glass. "He's too good for her! She deserves someone as pathetic as she is.""C'mon, Dia," my father said, smirking as he fed her ego. "He's not

MilesI stood at the doorway of the bride's room, frustratedly searching my collar for the tag that was poking me. I don't know why she hasn't noticed me, but I have been standing here for quite a while now.“Are you uncomfortable?” I asked, walking into her room. She immediately turned around, her face covered in ridiculous makeup.“Are you wearing a coat on your wedding day?” Her eyes widened as she stared at me with a smile on her face.“Tsssk, I'm obsessed with coats, what can I say?” I said, shrugging off my coat. “Are you comfortable?” I asked again, watching her smile drop at my question.“They won't let me wear the gown I choose and I can't even feel my face under all this ridiculous makeup,” her shoulders sagged.I scanned the room until my eyes landed on the box I was searching for, wipes. I walked over to it and picked it up, going back to the bride. I pulled out a piece and began wiping out her makeup.“You should do what you want to do and wear what you want to wear,” I s

Cheryl Every morning, I make breakfast while Mr. Han prepares coffee for us both.“Thank you,” I said, accepting my cup as he handed it to me. He nodded silently, then walked out of the kitchen, his presence as fleeting as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.It must be sinking in now—having a nineteen-year-old under his roof, especially one who’s no use to him. I often wonder if he regrets the arrangement.Today, we drove to Tonyhan together. Mr. Han took the wheel instead of Chris, and I sat quietly in the passenger’s seat.I didn’t flinch when his hand brushed the gearshift. Therapy must be working, or maybe it’s just… different with him.“Hi, Lili,” I waved as I reached my desk.“Hey, married girl,” she teased with a smirk.I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Still not funny,” I replied playfully.“There’s a new intern,” Lili said, leaning over her cubicle. “Her desk’s right next to yours.”“Great,” I whispered, feigning enthusiasm as I turned on my computer.Tonyhan is p

MilesAt Tonyhan, the final three days of the summer internship culminate in a retreat for interns returning to school. For some, it’s a farewell, as they might not return next year. For others, it’s a stepping stone—a chance to solidify their future with the company.“Sir,” the internship coordinator called as Chris helped me into my coat.“The interns are ready,” he said, waiting for my approval.I nodded curtly. “Let’s go.”“Sir, if I may,” Moses began, falling into step beside me, “we were discussing the upcoming launch of Tonyhan’s first electric car. We thought it would be impactful to have one of the influential interns announce it. Lili Smith could be a good choice—her father is a senator. Or Archie King, his family has significant clout in the tech industry. Gray Sterling is another option; he’s a brilliant third-year Physics student at Princeton with several mathematics awards. Then there’s Braelynn, your friend’s daughter—her father is a prince, after all.”Moses continued