JDCo

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"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.

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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.

The Society's Heiress

Matias De Rossi sat at the metal stool with his hands tied behind the chair and his feet tied together for what seemed like a year to him but it was only a few weeks. He had lost his count.

He couldn't even tell when the sun had risen or set, not even sure if it did. Who knows, the world has already ended during the time that he was in that cell and no one has ever remembered he was still there.

He hadn't slept though he had lost consciousness a couple of times due to tiredness from fighting to stay awake and struggling to get out of that place.

He had not seen or heard anyone since he got there and only the sound of the tray of food and water falling from the ceiling through a piece of rope and a pulley only to stop in front of him. That is how they feed him. No fork or spoon, and with his hands tied behind him, he has no choice but to eat like an animal.

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