All Chapters of Protecting The Heir: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

What kind of situation am I in? Since when were knives allowed inside a night bar? I looked at the knife pointed onto my neck and gulped."Release me," I ordered though I knew he wouldn't listen."That necklace. Do you even know what that is?" The man asked me. Judging from his voice, he didn't sound young but some from his thirties."I don't. It's something my sister owned," I calmly answered the man. While my eyes wandered, trying to find a solution way out."You're sister? What is her name?" The man asked, making me wonder why he was invading my privacy."You don't need to know," I scoffed. "Rather, what makes you think I'll tell you?""Young miss, your life is on the line right now.""You're right. However, my privacy is important," I stated loud and clear, which made the man tighten his grip around my neck.I winced in pain and noticed I was slowly being choked by the man. I thought it was the end of me not until the door

I guess life is unexpectedly a mystery. In a world where mafias ruled the underground. While the businessmen ruled the overworld that even the government couldn’t control them.  Tuesday 6:30 am I woke up earlier than usual, and I didn’t know why. I was sitting on my bed while scrolling through my feed, seeing the same usual boring thing except for the recent news about a murder in an alley.  Do people kill each other just for money, for justice, or for fun? Well, what can I say? We’ll never know since human nature is like a snake.  I stood up and prepared myself for the day. I have to go to school today. I don’t want to keep Micah and Soleil worried about me. Since I didn’t read their messages yesterday. 

As I walked to our table. I heard the voice of Soleil laughing with another group of girls. When our eyes met. I gave her a smile and waved my hands at her. But she ignored it. It doesn’t feel right at all. Soleil, I don’t understand why you’re treating us this way. Unless because you’re sick about Micah, and I don’t stand out as much. I placed the tray on the table and grabbed a spoon of mashed potato. Then shoved it into my mouth. Another tray was placed on the table. I looked up and watched Joshua sit beside me. “What’s wrong?” He asked me. I looked away from him and questioned myself for staring at him. “Nothing.” “I see,” Joshua took his seat and began eating his lunch. “Are you always this quiet while eating?” “Hmm, you can say it became a habit. When I eat at home, it is completely silent on the table,” I awkwardly laughed. “Which is why I prefer being in school rather than at home, alone.” I never thought much about it.

You don’t have to stay with me,” I covered half of my face using my notebook while Joshua continued to stare at me. If he continues to look at me like that. I might find things a bit complicated.  “It’s alright. I told you having a change of space can help when it comes to studying,” chuckled Joshua. No, it’s not alright at all. If any of the famous girls see me together with him. There is a million chance something terrible might happen to me. As much I admit it. Joshua is handsome. His facial features are just something other boys don’t have.  It didn’t look like the typical masculine or cold-looking guy. Each expression he made looked gentle, and not a single fierceness was hinted at.  At this point, studying for the test would become pointless. The distraction is too much for me to handle. How, no rather what. What am I doing? I must have looked like a fool or a random fan experiencing this unexpected fan meeting.  “Sti

When I opened my eyes and heard the heart monitor beeping. I knew that I had been asleep for a while. I remembered everything that had happened—and thinking about how I almost died scared me to death.  I grasped onto the bedsheet as I thought I almost died back there. Everything was still clear that the words J told me still lingered in my ears. “Daughter of Harrison, not just a businessman, hiding me all these past few years. Is there anything my father is hiding from me?” I muttered to myself, staring at the ceiling.  I gasped aloud and sat on the bed, looking around the room. Where am I? It doesn’t look like the hospital room. It’s more like a house, and the room was bigger than mine.  I detached the IV needle, and my foot met the cold black marble floor. I walked towards the glass pane that was as tall as the wall. I touched the glass pane and looked down to see a flat green grass.  On the side, there was an infinity po