Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Even though they had helped Alyssa out, a sense of unease lingered in Axel’s gut as an oppressive premonition weighed heavily on him.
Just then, his phone vibrated, making his heart skip a beat. He opened the message, his pupils constricting as he read the words on the screen.
It was a text from Amber. Her words were a gut punch, sharp and final. They hurt him so much that his vision blurred, and he nearly lost his grip on his phone.
She wrote, “Goodbye, Axel. I’m leaving Solana City. Don’t try to find me. Even if you hear news about me or you manage to find out where I am, I won’t see you.”
A wrenching pain tore through him. His fingers trembled as he typed and retyped a frantic response. “Where are you, Amber? Tell me.”
A long time passed. Yet, there was no reply.
He wasn’t satisfied. Eyes stinging with unshed tears, Axel bombarded Amber with messages. It was as if he had gone mad. “Amber, answer me! I know you’re there!”
“Who do you think I am? Can you avoid seeing me just because you don’t want to? Do you think you can control me?” “You’re the only one I want in my life, Amber!”
“I love you, Amber… Do you love me? Say something. Anything!”
A reply buzzed back almost immediately, its words a cold and sharp knife that sliced through his heart and made it bleed.
She replied, “I don’t think that’s love.
You were just a ray of light that happened to appear in my world of darkness. You showed me what the light looked like. You simply gave me a feeling that I’ve never had before.
“Love will never disappear, but feelings will don’t feel anything for you anymore, Axel. This is all that I’m able to do. If you really love me, don’t approach me anymore. I just want to live peacefully in a quiet part of this world.”
The Millennium, once vibrant, was not open for business tonight. The entire place was dead quiet.
There was a chilling sense of foreboding that surrounded all of those at Schmidt Group.
“Everything’s prepared, Mr. Schmidt,” Carl said, his voice heavy with worry as he watched Jameson play with his pet cockatiel on the balcony. “You can leave Solana City whenever you’re ready.” “The shell corporation in Kontina holds enough Schmidt Group shares for control,” he continued. “You’ll maintain power even if you’re not in Solana City.
“And even if you lose everything, you can establish a new holding company in Solana City and run it from behind the scenes. You’ll be back on top in no time. It’s just a pity that everything you worked so hard for-“
Jameson’s face, a mask of practiced indifference that hid a storm of emotions, remained unreadable. “Thank you for your hard work, Carl,” he interjected.
He unlocked the chain that was tied to the cockatiel’s leg. As much as he knew that it wasn’t able to fly far, he released the cockatiel into the air and watched as it spread its wings and flew into the night.
“But a company without the Schmidt Group name… what meaning does it hold?” he mused, a hint of bitterness creeping into his voice.
Just then, Carl’s phone rang. His face darkened as he answered.
“Mr. Schmidt,” he said, voice tight with frustration, “our mission failed. The assassin was captured.”
Jameson adjusted his glasses, his gaze turning cold and calculating.
“Also… the person we planted to go undercover in the police force has suddenly been suspended and put under investigation,” Carl reported through gritted teeth. “Nicholas was the only one who knew about him. It seems he’s turned on you, Mr. Schmidt. A complete betrayal.”
Thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed across the vast night sky. It felt as if the heavens themselves were about to crack open. “Has this day finally arrived?”
Jameson stood with his back to Carl, hands clasped behind him, projecting an image of strength and resolve. His posture did not hint at defeat, despair, or emptiness. Yet, a profound loneliness emanated from him, tugging at the heartstrings.
He had been a high achiever, a man of success and ambition. He had thrived like a firework that rocketed into the sky, exploding in a blaze of color that illuminated Solana City’s night. He had been magnificent passionate, and impossible to ignore.
But in the end, all he was left with was a wasteland of ash.
“Once, I craved everything. I yearned to return to Solana City and make the Schmidts pay for what they’d done. I wanted to reclaim everything that was rightfully mine, and I dreamed of aiding Mr. Justin in seizing control of Solana City.
“But ultimately, I realized that none of it held any meaning. From the very beginning, all I ever desired was to be with Lyse.”
Carl squeezed his eyes shut, a wave of sorrow washing over him. He longed to offer words of comfort, but nothing felt adequate in that moment.
“If I could rewrite the past, I’d gladly trade everything I have just to hear Lyse call me ‘Jimmy’ once more.”
Jameson closed his eyes slowly, conjuring an image of his beloved. Her clear, bright eyes sparkled as she stood amidst a sea of roses, beckoning him with joyful abandon.
“Jimmy, come over here and play!”
“Don’t be afraid, Jimmy. I’m here.”
“Jimmy, it’s alright even if everyone ignores you. You have me as your friend, and that’s enough. We’ll be friends forever. Pinky promise!”
“Pinky… promise.”
Jameson’s left hand tightened around the railing, and his right hand reached up to rub his stinging eyes. His tall, imposing figure slumped forward bit by bit, defeated. “I never changed, Lyse. But you… you’ve changed.”
Carl shuffled forward hesitantly, unsure of how close to tread. He had never witnessed such vulnerability in Jameson.
However, he lacked the courage to reveal that even if given another chance, Alyssa would undoubtedly choose Jeremy. It wasn’t simply fate’s cruel hand; love was an uncontrollable, enigmatic force.
More importantly, Alyssa and Jeremy were perfectly attuned. They shared a common vision, aspired toward the same goals, and complemented each other beautifully.
Their souls intertwined like two perfectly matched puzzle pieces. They were destined to be together. No matter how extraordinary anyone else might be, they wouldn’t be a suitable match.
“Given the current circumstances, Mr. Schmidt, it would be best for you to leave Solana City tonight. Return to Kontina to avoid suspicion.”
Carl’s eyes betrayed a flicker of intense anxiety. “The police will soon be investigating The Millennium. Even though it isn’t officially under your name, the connection is undeniable. We can’t afford their scrutiny. You must leave immediately!”
“For two years, The Millennium catered to the city’s elite. Countless Solana City officials have made deals here, exchanging money fore pleasure. Wealthy scions have squandered their fortunes on drugs, prostitutes, and gambling. We’ve ensured their swiths, orig transgressions-abuse, Violence, even murder-went unpunished.
“An investigation into The Millennium would be tantamount to shaking the foundations of Solana City’s bureaucracy. They wouldn’t dare conduct a thorough investigation. The most they’d do is shut us down and revoke our license.”
Jameson rubbed his face hard. His voice, hoarse and deep, rasped,
“Don’t fret. Even if they turn their sights on you, you possess meticulous records of those officials’ expenditures. Every transaction has been meticulously documented in the accounts, and they will be your safeguard. You’ve been by my side for a long time. I won’t let you be implicated.”
“It’s not my safety I fear, but yours!” It was true that he had meticulously documented everything for his own protection. But at that moment, his concern for Jameson was genuine. Human nature, after all, was a complex tapestry.
Jameson said, “What’s there to be afraid of? I’ve faced and done far more terrifying, darker, and more evil things over the years.” Trembling slightly, Jameson lowered his eyes. His face was pale. He reached out a hand as if to catch a butterfly but grasped at nothing.
A moment later, he let his arms hang by his side. He curled his fingers into tight fists but still seemed powerless.
“Right now, all I want is to see Lyse one last time before I die.”
The hired assassin was apprehended, and Natalie was transferred to a hospital under KS Group’s care.
After returning, Axel, with his superior hacking skills, identified the cellphone number’s owner and the outgoing message’s origin within a few hours.
He was demonstrably more efficient than the police’s Digital Forensics Department. After all, he was a seasoned professional.
The hush of night blanketed the manor.
Jeremy and Alyssa’s bedroom was a scene of post-coital bliss. Their clothes lay scattered on the floor, and the air hung heavy with a musky scent.
Curled together on the bed, Jeremy held a sleeping Alyssa close. His chest was pressed right up against her back. They had that post-coital glow on their cheeks as they slept soundly. Despite being exhausted from days of strategizing, they didn’t neglect their physical needs. Jeremy’s insistence that night left Alyssa so worn out that she fell asleep without showering. The phone on the bedside table rang continuously.
Jeremy, always a light sleeper, woke up. This was a habit he developed from his days on the battlefield. He could only get better quality sleep when he held Alyssa in his arms. Alyssa mumbled and snuggled closer, oblivious to the interruption.
He watched her, his heart overflowing with love. He could spend eternity gazing at her, never tiring.
Worried about an emergency yet unwilling to wake her, he stretched across and grabbed her phone His eyes narrowed as he saw the caller Axel.
He tiptoed to the living room and answered the call.
“Axel,” he greeted.
“I’m sorry. Did I wake you both?” Axel’s voice was hoarse, laced with suppressed emotion.
“No worries. Lyse is still asleep.”
Jeremy settled onto the couch. His navy blue silk robe parted to reveal his sculpted physique. “What’s the matter, Axel? You can be straightforward with me.”
“I found the one who hired the assassin. He made a cross-border transfer under a fake name, but I tracked him down.”
Jeremy frowned. “Who was it?”
“It was Jameson’s secretary, Carl Moses. That son of a bitch! The phone call was made from The Millennium!”
