Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Here was another one. No, there were two of them.
That man named Damien truly had so many friends and relatives. He had been dead for over four years. Yet, there were still so many people who missed him and remembered him.
In actual fact, after Alyssa pestered Remy the other day, he had looked up information on Damien with his phone after he went back to his room.
As far as he could remember, this was his first time becoming curious about another person.
Something stirred within him when he saw the photo of Damien in his captain’s uniform. Remy felt a sense of distant familiarity. But how could that be?
His name was Remy Lexington. He was an orphan. He had always been by Justin’s side, and was a competent assassin.
Other than their appearance, he didn’t share any other similarities with Damien.
The world was a ginormous place, and they weren’t the only two people who looked alike.
*Jeremy, us brothers grew up together. Damien was the brother I was closest to.”
Axel stared fixedly at the man before his eyes. He was so riled up that he couldn’t even conceal his emotions on his face. “No one knows Damien better than I do. He is Damien. He definitely is!”
‘I’m not.’ Remy stared at them expressionlessly. He said in a distant and cold voice, “I’m not the person you’re both talking about. But I don’t suppose you’ll have any other regrets in life if both of you get to die in the presence of your loved one.”
Before he finished speaking, he charged right at Axel with lightning speed, like a beast on a hunt.
“Axel, watch out!’ Jeremy shouted, sweat beading on his forehead as he drew his gun.
He cocked the gun and aimed it at Remy.
Back at the military academy, he was first in the academy at target training. Plus, his dynamic visual acuity was outstanding. Even though Remy was moving about speedily, Jeremy was 90% confident that he could hit his target.
“Jeremy, do not fire!” Axel yelled.
Suddenly, he felt a murderous air coming at him, and a cold glint of steel flashed. A sharp blade swept across in front of his eyes, missing him by just a hair’s breadth!
Fortunately, his exceptional skills allowed him to dodge in time. Otherwise, the blade would have certainly blinded him.
“Axel!” Jeremy widened his eyes in shock. How could this man be Damien?
He was such a ruthless, cruel, and cold-blooded killer. How could he be Damien?
Remy had swung his blade at 80% of his regular speed. To his surprise, Axel was able to dodge it so casually. He truly hadn’t expected this.
Remy realized that he had met his match. He curled his lips into a smirk, and a look of excitement flashed across his eyes. He swung that sharp blade at Axe once again.
This time, he aimed for his neck.
*Jeremy, hurry up and go!”
Thanks to Axel’s agility, he dodged Remy’s attack once again. He shouted at Jeremy, ‘This person is trying to delay us so Jameson can move Lyse. Jeremy, I’ll stay here to hold him off. Hurry up and save Lyse!”
As he spoke, he swiftly tilted his head to the side, evading another lethal swipe of the blade by mere inches. The man, eerily similar to Damien, was relentless in his intent to kill. In Axel’s extensive career as a secret agent, he had only come across a few individuals with such lethal proficiency.
They were truly killing machines, each swing of their knife and each gunshot calculated for efficiency and a desire for blood, with no room for showiness. Their goal was always a single, decisive kill.
That said, Axel could sense that despite the man’s ruthless attacks, he was still holding back. It didn’t seem like he was truly intent on taking Axel’s life.
If he genuinely wanted to kill, why would he use a knife?
This island was their territory. He could very well just bring a machine gun out to shoot at them. Even if Axel were a creature with multiple arms, it would be a real challenge for him.
Fighting back tears, Jeremy responded with determination, “Axel, Jonah and the others are on their way. Hang in there!”
Axel evaded another strike. He even had the time to gesture “okay” to Jeremy.
It was clear that the situation was still manageable for him.
Jeremy’s heart, which was in his throat, settled down a little. He started running toward the manor.
Jeremy’s jaw was clenched tight as he sprinted forward, the sharp branches of the path leaving angry scratches on his face. The pain barely registered as he pushed on. His legs were numb from the relentless pace, but he continued, sustained only by his determination to rescue Alyssa.
His legs trembled under him when he finally reached the manor, and he stumbled slightly against the biting cold wind.
Had it been someone else, they would have crumbled and been unable to stand up again.
No one was keeping watch outside the manor. It was eerily quiet.
Jeremy took a steadying breath, his grip tightening on his gun. Each step on the white rock tiles felt heavy as he approached the door. With a calm yet wary demeanor, he pushed it open and entered.
The luxurious living room was empty. Even so, Jeremy’s heart raced, sensing an unseen danger. He was as focused and tense as a volcano poised to erupt.
His intuition, honed by experience and training, told him something was amiss. A glint caught his eye-a telescopic sight.
Before the hidden assassin could fire, Jeremy acted swiftly, firing a single shot that dropped the attacker from the second-floor railing-he had to save his ammunition.
Just then, two more shots rang out, and Jeremy dove for cover, narrowly avoiding the bullets that hit near his feet. Using the table, walls, and furniture for protection, he moved swiftly, taking out the remaining assassins lying in wait. Within moments, the once-empty space was littered with over ten bodies.
Drenched in sweat, Jeremy reloaded his gun in two seconds. Suddenly, Alyssa’s voice pierced the silence, filled with desperation.
‘Jeremy! Help me!’
“Lyse!” Jeremy’s heart sank, his eyes widening with alarm. A cold wave of fear swept through him.
*Jeremy… Save me… You have to save me!”
Each of Alyssa’s broken, sorrowful cries stabbed at his heart, slicing through him and ripping at his very being. Jeremy’s chest heaved heavily as the crushing heartache and anxiety caused a sharp headache and made his vision go fuzzy.
Jeremy’s mind was thrown into disarray by that voice. At that precise moment, a shot rang out, piercing his left shoulder.
Blood flowed freely from the wound, and the intense pain made his face go pale. He almost stumbled.
He had a severe old injury on his left shoulder from rescuing Alyssa on Shelland Island, and this shot hit him exactly where he was already wounded, intensifying the agony.
But Jeremy had no time to dwell on the pain. Instead, he fired three quick shots in the direction of the attacker.
The final hidden assassin was struck down on the spot.
In the quiet, Alyssa’s cries vanished, giving way to Jameson’s recognizable, malevolent laughter. It was unrestrained and frenzied. “Just as I suspected, Lyse is your weak spot.
“She’s the only one who can make you hesitate and falter. I should have used this tactic long ago. If I had, my followers wouldn’t have died at your hands.”
The voice Jeremy had heard earlier was not Alyssa’s but a synthetic imitation created by Jameson to lead him into making a critical error.
As anticipated, he fell for it.
*Jameson, why are you so evasive, as if you’ve done something wrong? What are you hiding for?”
Despite the severe injury to his left shoulder, blood seeping from the wound, Jeremy stood tall. With a resolute expression, he added, “You’ve spent your whole life in the shadows. Are you going to keep stumbling in the dark even now? Come on out! Let’s find out who lives or dies!
“I was with Lyse earlier, so I didn’t have time to deal with you,” Jameson’s voice taunted again, dripping with malevolence. “But I sent my people to welcome you. Did you enjoy it?”
Jeremy’s heart twisted at the mention of being with Alyssa. His anger flared, veins throbbing in his temples as he roared, ‘Jameson, return Lyse to me!”
Jameson erupted into laughter, the sound sharp and cruel. “Return her to you?” he jeered. “Jeremy, Lyse was meant to be mine from the start. You took her from me, seized her so shamelessly.
“Not only did you fail to appreciate her, but you also subjected her to pain and loss-made her lose her child and denied her the chance to be a mother forever.”
Jeremy breathed heavily, as if strangled, his heart plummeting. It felt as if the bullet had created an irreparable void in his chest, with fresh blood pouring from the wound.
He knew Jameson was trying to unsettle him, using psychological tactics to break him down. Jeremy tried to steady himself, but the truth in Jameson’s words stung.
There was no refuge. The searing pain caused him to tremble, and the weight of regret in his heart only grew heavier.
“You nearly destroyed my most cherished rose,” Jameson continued, his voice dripping with venom. “She was on the brink of withering because of you. Jeremy, you don’t deserve to be with Lyse. Your love, which you only realized too late, is pathetic.
“If she hadn’t been deceived and misled by you, she would have been mine long ago. We would have been married by now.
“I will care for, love, and dote on her. I’m prepared to obliterate everything just for a moment of happiness with her. She has always been my only concern.
