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

"I cannot help but notice that you are starting to enjoy this kind of torture," James said. His body was leaning on the cold cement wall of the dark room with his arms folded in front of his chest. He watches the scene in front of him with a flicker in his eyes that says he is enjoying it as well.

"Don't tell me you are not enjoying it," Jacob replied as he glanced beside him. They were both wearing suits that don't suit well with their environment. The room, though spacious, was cold, dark, and filthy. The only light you would see is the black cone-shaped industrial light hanging from the ceiling.

"I didn't say that," James shrugged his shoulders then he unfolded his arms and placed his hands in his pockets.

The Spectators