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Don't Touch The Bride

Don't Touch The Bride

Author: Jayy.
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Chapter 1 Don't know the bride

Word Count: 1225    |    Released on: 30/12/2024

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ust now spilling over into every aspect of m

ast her toward the bathroom. I wash my hands, tryin

as I step back into

voice comes through

ark, pinching the

your f

ence fraying at the edges

e. "Miles, did you order your security to keep me out

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in," I say thro

rimming with self-importance, he looks more like my brother than my dad. It's t

. Drop this fantasy of living single and build a family, or I'll

He always speaks about them like they're beneath him, like

y, my voice low and steady, the ange

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" I snap, sta

another business deal. "This company didn't build its

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tone clipped, as he

hing off my desk in one swift motion. Papers scatter,

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phone and

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n control me forever, he'

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would be lengthy. He's one of the few people I can tolerate for mor

muttered, groaning internall

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year after her step-uncle was

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ted painfully

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wasn't just a nineteen-year-ol

as br

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ke she's kept her head down since. Her step sister moved o

against the desk

d marry her without any expectations. Keep her here, aw

look. "Did I ask

but his words lingered in my mind. As muc

er?" I asked, my voi

mped her with her fathe

, a storm of emotio

Who gives birth to someone, only to aba

h, her family's grand solution is to marry

s world

ade. This marriage was happening. But one thing was certai

ome another pred

over my face. The anger, the frustration,

ed under my brea

e, waiting for fur

ing's ready," I sa

he closed folder on my desk. A lif

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“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-uncle. 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”