JDCo

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

Diana cautiously walked inside the Pharmacy and in a quick move, she was able to reach the storage room while glancing on her shoulder if the timid guy followed her.

But to her surprise, she bumped into another pharmacist. This time, it was a tall and lean man.

"Oops, sorry. Oh, it was you, Diana." With the tall man's quick reflexes, he grabs both of Diana's shoulders to keep her from falling.

Diana's eyes widened in panic and she dropped the box from her hands. She shrugs the man's hands off her shoulder and takes a step back. "S-sorry..." Diana stuttered and turned around to walk away leaving the man flustered with a box of supplies on his feet.

Panic Attack (Part 2)