Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
“Don’t worry. They’ve laid out a detailed plan. The entire police force has headed to the wedding venue. Jeremy was worried about a shootout. If that happened, innocent citizens might be hurt, so they blocked off the roads there and evacuated the people.
‘The wedding venue?”
Alyssa knitted her brows together tightly and held onto Miley’s hand. “Jameson is in such a perilous state, but he’s holding such an attention-grabbing wedding for his subordinate?”
Her heart raced. For some reason, she kept feeling that something was not right.
Miley held onto Alyssa’s hand tightly. With a bright gleam in her eyes, she, too, felt a little heavy-hearted. “Such high-profile, blatant, and insane behavior is actually very befitting of Jameson.”
‘But that’s different from the Jameson I know.”
Alyssa blinked in surprise. “In Solana City, he was very introverted and kept a low profile. Not only did he hide himself, but he didn’t even dirty his own hands when he got rid of his siblings and Mr. Victor. And he was able to get away unscathed every time.
“He’s a sinister man. He would never put himself in such a noticeable position. Moreover, he presents himself as a gentle, elegant, and kind man in front of others. It really isn’t his style to be so showy.”
“But he’s someone who commits all sorts of evil when he’s in Kontina.” Miley had a frigid look in her eyes. Still feeling terrified, she continued, “The underworld in Kontina is a breeding ground for his crimes. After he escaped from this place and returned to Cyrris, he became an innocent descendant of the Schmidts.
“Naturally, he had to have a low profile whenever he took any action. He had to hide his light under a bushel and secretly evolve himself. Only then could he expand his power and devour the entire Schmidt Group.”
As much as Alyssa felt Miley’s reasoning made sense, she was still panic-stricken.
‘Don’t be afraid, Lyse. I’m here with you.” Miley gave her a pinch on her cheek. “Fill your stomach up, and then I’ll take you to look at the garden here at the presidential office, okay?”
‘I’m not a child, Miley. You don’t have to coax me the way you would a child,” Alyssa pouted, looking utterly adorable.
Miley threw her arms around her and rocked her left and right. “Oh, you. You’ll always be a child in my eyes!”
Carl heeded Jameson’s command and held his wedding at a relatively famous church in the capital city of Kontina.
The church had been cleared out three days ago. No one was allowed to enter, not even the outdoor venue and courtyard.
Carl was a groom-to-be. Yet, he felt like his heart was being roasted on a fire pit as he struggled with an indescribable feeling of suffering and agony.
He didn’t want to have a wedding ceremony. He only wanted to leave Kontina and head to a faraway land with Amber as quickly as possible.
Today, the sun shone brightly in the sky.
Even so, there seemed to be an invisible fog that surrounded the church.
Jameson’s subordinates filled the church seats. They were expressionless, like puppets lined up in a production factory. They were simply here on their superior’s orders to put up a front for the betrothed couple.
Amber and Carl were both orphans. They didn’t have any relatives or friends.
Somehow, it felt like an omen that this couple was destined not to be blessed.
Amber wore a pure white floor-length wedding dress. The elegant makeup on her face was beautiful, but it could not conceal the pale and drawn look on her face and the apathy in her heart.
Carl stood next to her in a smart suit. He fixed his eyes on the woman he loved with a relieved gaze. Finally, a blissful smile came across his face.
It didn’t matter if everything was fake, devoid of emotions, or marred by violence. This was a woman he had loved for many years. The fact that she was finally becoming his bride was a profound reality.
“To the groom, do you take this lovely woman by your side to be your wife, to spend the rest of your life with her, in sickness and in health, in riches or poverty, for as long as you both shall live?” the priest directed his question at Carl.
Carl’s excitement made his voice tremble. He tightly grasped Amber’s chilly hands and answered with unwavering confidence, “I do!”
This short phrase carried his sincere and intense love for Amber.
Amber, however, looked emotionless. Her eyes were as still as a dried-up well. She wasn’t even in the mood to play along with Carl just to appease him during this final act.
The priest then looked toward the doleful bride.
“To the bride, do you take this handsome chap by your side to be your husband, to spend the rest of your life with him, in sickness and health, in riches or poverty, for as long as you both shall live?”
Carl gazed at her. His eyes were filled with anticipation.
Seconds and minutes passed.
Still, Amber had that same blank look in her eyes. She stood there stiffly and remained silent.
The audience exchanged glances with one another.
Carl furrowed his brows. He squeezed her fingers and prompted her in a low voice, ‘Say something, Amber.”
Amber’s eyes quivered. With her lips trembling, she spoke hesitantly, “…”
Suddenly, a loud commotion came from the other side of the heavy door.
The next second, the doors fell heavily to the ground with a deafening boom.
Amber’s heart jolted as if struck by an electric current. She spun around, her breath catching in her throat. There, bathed in the spotlight and subject to countless eyes, Axel stood. His face, usually a mask of charming arrogance, now wore an odd blend of irritation and a flush of color that heightened the intensity of his gaze.
The wind whipped at his black coat as he stood there, a menacing figure. His posture was that of a lion on the hunt, and his overall demeanor was that of an untamed tiger.
Yet, the moment he spotted the woman he loved, all that fierceness transformed into a heartfelt tenderness.
Axel looked into Amber’s moistened eyes and smiled slightly. He answered on her behalf, ‘She’s not willing to!”
In an instant, the entire church hall fell into a chilling silence.
Jameson’s subordinates, dressed in black, rose to their feet, their sharp gazes fixed intently on the proudly standing Axel.
“Axel…’
Amber’s pale face was initially as lifeless as a marionette’s. However, Axel’s determined smile rekindled life within her. Tears streamed down her face, washing away her exquisite makeup. Despite her makeup running, she looked even more radiant and genuine.
Carl, standing beside her, felt a tightening in his chest. Anger boiled within him, his eyes turning red.
His fury stemmed not only from Axel’s interruption of the wedding but also from Amber’s tears for Axel. It became clear that she hadn’t moved on; she was still in love with Axel, while Carl had failed to win her heart.
“Don’t be afraid, Amber. I’m here.”
Beneath his black coat, Axel trembled uncontrollably, his blood rushing to his head. He cried out with every fiber of his being, “Nothing and no one else can ever separate us again. Will you marry me and be Mrs. Whitaker?”
Carl was floored, and the audience was flabbergasted. This was a life-or-death situation, yet this arrogant man, who had risked everything on his own, was contemplating a proposal? Was he even human? Did he truly fear nothing, not even death?
Amber’s waterworks didn’t stop. She bit on her bottom lip so hard that it bled, and all she could taste in her mouth was blood. Deep down, she cried out, “Yes, Axel!” repeatedly, but the words remained trapped in her heart.
“Axel Whitaker!” Carl snarled through clenched teeth. His bloodshot eyes seemed to want to crush the name that held such significance for Amber.
Axel’s fiery gaze was fixed on Amber as he moved forward step by step. He wasn’t afraid of unknown danger. He wasn’t afraid of anything. All he wanted was to get to her side quicker.
He wanted to pull her into his arms and bring her home. He envisioned a future with her, a family, and a lifetime of shared happiness. Despite the tears welling up in his eyes, he forced them back.
*Stay there, Axel!” Amber suddenly shouted. “Don’t worry about me! Leave now!
Simultaneously, Carl, his eyes burning with rage, drew a gun from his suit. Without hesitation, he pointed it at Axel’s chest and pulled the trigger.
A deafening bang echoed through the sacred church, a sound of murderous intent before God’s eyes. As for that bullet, it struck straight at Axel’s heart. His pupils constricted as he stumbled.
“No!” Amber screamed in despair, lunging forward but held back by Carl. Her soul felt shattered, her vision blurring as the world crumbled around her.
Carl’s eyes were now blood red. A maniacal smile spread across his face. He had eliminated his love rival before the woman he desired. Could there be anything more thrilling?
However, contrary to his expectations, Axel smiled. Not only that, he straightened his back and stood tall, defying gravity.
“What the…” Carl stammered, staring at Axel’s chest where he had fired. Axel was wearing a bulletproof vest!
Relief washed over Amber, and she erupted in uncontrollable laughter and tears. Her body shook violently as if on the verge of collapse.
“I gave you one chance, and you missed,” Axel said, patting the bullet hole in his chest. A wide grin spread across his charming face. “I guess God is on my side. As for you, you and your boss belong in hell!”
With a mocking tone, he drew a gun from behind his back and aimed it at Carl’s head.
‘Don’t move!” Carl roared and yanked Amber into his arms. His arm draped protectively across her front as he pressed the gun against her temple. “Take a chance if you want to see your beloved die before your eyes!”
Carl knew Axel was one of the top secret agents. Facing all of them alone, taking Axel’s life would be effortless.
