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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

That is the feeling that she gets whenever she is riding the back of Stefan's motorbike. Over a year ago during Stefan's rest day and when Trixie doesn't have a lecture, Stefan would visit her in her apartment just to hang out.

When they started to get bored, either they would go food tripping or road tripping. That is how Trixie learned to ride on the back of Stefan's motorbike, which she had never done before.

Trixie raises both her hands and lets the wind pass through her fingers. How she wishes to feel the wind on her face, blowing her hair. But she knows that once she took off her helmet, Stefan would stop on the side and will insist on wearing it back. He will never drive without her wearing her helmet.

"Are you okay?" She heard Stefan shout at her.

Trixie put her arms back around his waist and shouted back. "Yeah," Then she felt one of his hands on top of her hands.

Mrs. Mayers