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The Society's Heiress

COMPLETED "Being married to you means the world to me. Don't worry about my family, they knew, and they were much eager to protect you. I don't care if my life would be in danger as long as you are safe. My life is not normal without you in it. Ah… what was the last one?" Jacob stopped and rubbed his chin trying to remember J's last word before he interfered. "Ah! Right!" Jacob's eyes gleamed when he seemed to remember. "I was so glad that your grandfather dragged me into this messy and complicated life of yours. Because if he didn't, I would be forcing myself into your life, even if you don't want to." "Was I able to answer all your questions, Mrs. Jacob Parker?" Jacob asked, emphasizing how he addresses J as Mrs. Jacob Parker indicating that whoever she is, she would still be his wife. ~~~ At the age of 10, J's parents died in an ambush leaving her in the care of her grandfather who years later sent her away along with her best friend to hide her and her identity from those who would try to kill her after her parents. 20 years later, a lot of things had already happened. Her grandfather died. She is back in the country for good though still hiding her identity. Everything was peaceful until a man came claiming her as his wife. Since then, her peaceful life flipped upside down. People who want her dead found her but his so-called husband never left her. He was even willing to kill and be killed just to protect her.

JDCo · Urban
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840 Chs

Stefan’s Lesson

The next day, J went early to Naupaka Racing Circuit with Arthur, Felix, and Stefan while Jacob went straight to Twelve Army Headquarters.

After a couple of laps, J went to rest at one of the log cabins. While sitting on an outdoor sofa, she was staring blankly at the rows of trees surrounding the log cabin. J is still thinking about if she should go to the foundation gala or not. Arthur was standing next to her while Felix and Stefan were on close watch somewhere.

"Miss, tonight is the foundation gala." Arthur reminded her.

J nodded. "Should I go?" she replied nonchalantly.

"I believe so," Arthur replied with the same impassiveness.

J went silent. Then she took a deep breath. No one could read what she was thinking at that time.

After a moment, the caretaker of the log cabin which is a middle-aged plump woman appeared carrying a tray with lemonade on it. The caretaker places it on the coffee table in front of J then she leaves.