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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.

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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

Standing on the balcony with one of her hands on the railing while the other one is holding her phone to her ear, J stares at the vast ocean behind the mansion. It felt like she was back over two decades ago. When everything was simple.

The whisper of the waves that are crashing through the rocks as if calling her to play with them like she did when she was just an innocent child.

The sounds of the ocean bring her memories of the past. She was happy, playful, innocent, and naive. She was ignorant of the threats that are surrounding her and her family. She was not worrying that if she stepped out of the estate, one single bullet could find its way through the shell of her brain. The only worry that she has is the horses in the shed. Are they being fed well? Are they sick? Are they cold?

She doesn't fear anything but spiders.

The Little Heir