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The male caregiver trembled. “Everyone was busy at the time. I just happened to-to see her walk in. I don’t know about any schemes. I don’t know anything about it!”
With a serious look on his face, Cyrus leaned in to whisper to Jeremy. “Jeremy, he doesn’t seem to be lying.”
‘Is Jameson’s mother still here? Take us to her.” Jeremy’s bloodshot eyes were like knives against the man’s throat.
‘Mrs. Schmidt… She’s left the nursing home.”
Everyone was astonished.
In a raspy voice, Jeremy questioned, “Where is my wife, then?’
‘After that woman saw Mrs. Schmidt, something happened. I don’t know what they spoke of, but Mrs. Schmidt, who was stable, suddenly had a seizure. She was foaming at the mouth and convulsing. I called for an air ambulance.
“The woman was worried and got on the helicopter with Mrs. Schmidt. They left together from the back garden…” The color drained from Jeremy’s face as he sprinted toward the garden.
The police rounded up everyone involved, while Jonah and Cyrus followed Jeremy.
At this very moment, as beautiful as the scenery was, the atmosphere around them felt extremely desolate, heavy, and chilling.
“Jeremy!”
Jonah and Cyrus ran to him, shocked to find him kneeling. In his hand lay a red diamond rose brooch-one Alyssa had made and always wore.
They couldn’t imagine what had happened. Even thinking about it hurt.
‘Jonah, Jeremy, I’ve looked into it. I think the caregiver was telling the truth,” Cyrus said, kneeling beside him, trying to remain calm despite his own anxiousness. “There’s no sign of a struggle, no messy footprints. Another caregiver saw Lyse get into the helicopter with medics. She got in willingly to accompany Mrs. Schmidt. No one forced her.”
“But that’s the strangest part.”
Jeremy’s eyes burned as he clenched the brooch, its sharp edges piercing his hand. “Jameson manipulated everyone in the nursing home, even his mother. They were tools to lure Lyse onto that helicopter.”
‘Jeremy is right.” Jonah couldn’t agree more. “The only way to get Lyse to leave willingly was to exploit her kindness. Mrs. Schmidt was just bait. Jameson’s real goal was to use the helicopter to kidnap Lyse.”
“Oh, God,’ Cyrus muttered, his nerves shot. “If that’s true, then Lyse has already left Kontina. It’s been more than ten hours!”
*Jeremy and Miley have considered that possibility and blocked off Kontina’s customs. Jameson is also a wanted criminal who is jointly pursued by two countries. There’s no way he can leave Kontina.”
Jeremy placed the brooch on his chest. He forced himself to hold back the immense hurt and make a rational judgment.
“He’s definitely hiding in Kontina. He’s accustomed to luxury and power, and his pride won’t let him live like a fugitive. He’ll stay where he’s familiar and where resources are useful.”
Cyrus was impressed. He almost wanted to applaud Jeremy but knew it wasn’t the right time.
Despite his acute headaches, Jeremy remained sharp, making sound judgments. Those around him couldn’t help but feel for him.
*Jeremy’s analysis is spot-on but presents a huge problem.
The look on Jonah’s face was grim and drawn. “At the end of it all, all Jameson wants is Lyse. Now that he’s achieved his goal, he might devise a heinous strategy to constrain Lyse physically and hide her away for good. He could force her to submit, even if she’d rather die. With them together now, he has all the time to make her his…” A low groan echoed as Jeremy clutched his head. He fell to his knees as pain wracked his body.
*Jonah, now is not the time to get him worked up!” Cyrus’ heart ached as he put his arms around Jeremy.
“I’m just stating what’s likely. We have to be prepared for the worst.” Jonah, usually gentle, was emotionless in the face of harsh truths. “Kontina is vast, with forests and almost 100 islands. If Jameson hides, it could take a long time to find him. Anything could happen by then. It’s unavoidable.
“But the good news is that Lyse will most certainly be safe. Jameson only wants her. He will not harm her. I truly believe in this.”
Jeremy’s body trembled. “I’m afraid… I’m afraid that with Lyse’s strong personality, she won’t submit to him. She might take it too hard..”
“Absolutely not!” Jonah and Cyrus exclaimed in unison.
‘Jeremy, we’ve grown up with Lyse. She’d never give up on herself,” Cyrus said firmly, his eyes unwavering. “No matter how bad things get, as long as she’s breathing, she’ll hold on. We will find her, Jeremy!”
‘But Jeremy, if… and I’m just saying if, if Jameson ends up…” Jonah turned his face away in extreme pain. His own cruel imagination hurt him.
“I’ll still want her.” Jeremy, pale and tear-streaked, lifted his face. “No matter what happens or what she’s been through, Lyse will always be my wife. I’ll stay by her side until I die. I will never give up on her.
The sea breeze stirred silver waves around Rose Island, quiet and desolate.
An uncertain amount of time had passed before the effects of the tranquilizer had worn off a little. Only then did Alyssa lift her heavy eyelids and come to slowly.
Even so, her body still felt weak. She couldn’t exert any energy at all. She could only lay in bed, curl her fingers, and wiggle her nose slightly.
“Lyse, you’re awake?”
The familiar, tender voice made her heart skip. Cold sweat broke out across her skin.
“Ja-‘Alyssa tried to sit up but couldn’t even do so despite mustering up all her strength.
All of a sudden, her body was lifted-Jameson wrapped his muscular arm around her waist, pulling her against his chest.
Jameson held Alyssa in his arms, the woman he had sacrificed everything for, as if she was the most precious thing in the world. His clammy hands pressed her tightly against his chest, as though he wished their souls could merge.
‘Jameson… You bastard… Let go of me…” Alyssa choked out, her bloodshot eyes brimming with tears.
Despite her rage, a vulnerable air clung to her, evoking pity. Her fragile beauty only heightened Jameson’s desire.
*Lyse, when you look like this…. it only makes me want you more.” Sweat slid down his temple, his back quivering as he fought to control himself.
Alyssa could feel his fiery, heavy breaths near her ear, filled with lust.
*Asshole…” Without any strength in her, Alyssa could only allow him to hold her in his arms as tears of hatred welled up in her eyes.
Once so proud, Alyssa Taylor was now entirely at the mercy of her most despised enemy. The helplessness and despair were worse than death.
“‘Don’t be afraid,” Jameson whispered, running his fingers through her dark hair. “I only gave you a tranquilizer. Once it wears off, you’ll feel better. I won’t harm your health.
He caressed her tenderly. “But you’ll need to listen to me.”
*Jameson… You bastard… You’ve succeeded in the end.”
Alyssa’s body was highly strained. She glared at Jameson angrily.
Despite being immobile, her entire being radiated a profound and visceral aversion. “Do you really think you’ve won? The Schmidt Group has fallen, the drug experiment is over, Carl and Nicholas… All those trusted allies of yours are either dead or have betrayed you. You’re already at a dead end!”
Jameson listened silently, his eyes glinting with amusement.
“Now that you’ve kidnapped me, you plan to use me as a hostage for your escape,” she laughed bitterly, her eyes reddened with rage. “But forget it. I won’t be reduced to a mere captive… not even in death!”
“You’ve misunderstood me, Lyse. I’ve never thought of hurting you. All I wanted was to be with you.”
His gaze was intense, filled with longing and possession. ‘Plus, I know you very well. You’ve always been so stubborn, like a mule. The more you’re held back, the harder you’ll fight to be free.
*So, I’m sure you’re not thinking about dying right now. Instead, you’re thinking about how you can escape this island or perhaps about how you can kill me.
“Moreover, your family members are looking forward to your return. Also, there’s Jeremy. Could you bear to die? If you died, they’d be so heartbroken.”
Tears welled in Alyssa’s eyes as she thought of Winston, her brothers, Mandy and the others, and last but not least, Jeremy.
Her chest heaved, her heart pounding like a small boat adrift in a violent storm, threatened by towering waves. “Lyse, this Rose Island is something I prepared specially for you. It’s my wedding gift to you.”
Alyssa’s entire body tensed up. Through gritted teeth, she growled, “Son of a bitch!”
With his icy lips, Jameson pecked her on her forehead, on the tip of her nose, and her earlobe. In a husky voice full of passion, he said, “I’ve filled this place with your favorite roses. There are white roses, red roses… I’ve also cultivated black roses for you. I’ll carry you there to have a look shortly, alright?”
What little energy Alyssa had left was focused on her neck as she shook her head vigorously to resist his kisses, which were starting to get out of hand. His touch slithered over her skin, cold and repulsive like a serpent. There was no love, only revulsion.
“Lyse, you and Jeremy are not yet married.”
Alyssa’s pupils constricted as she held her breath.
*Neither has Jeremy proposed to you nor have you both had your wedding. It didn’t happen three years ago and still hasn’t happened. He didn’t even put a decent-enough diamond ring on you.
“Everything is just as it is. Doesn’t he feel ashamed to call himself your husband? How ridiculous.
Jameson gently lifted Alyssa’s hand, lowered his gaze, and kissed its back before slipping a brilliant pear-shaped pink diamond onto her finger.
Alyssa wished she could tear it off and throw it into the sea. But she couldn’t move. Jameson handled her as he pleased.
