Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
*Jeremy, can you offer her that? You’re weak, indecisive, and uncertain of your own feelings. You are so tainted that I can barely stand to look at you. What right do you have to spend your life with Lyse?”
Jameson’s laughter returned, wild and derisive, echoing through this extravagant yet bizarre cage.
‘Fortunately, after all the detours, I am the one who has become Lyse’s husband,” Jameson said, his voice trembling with a twisted satisfaction. “Lyse and I are officially married. We celebrated our wedding on Rose dour Island and shared a romantic night together.
“She is completely mine now. From hereon, she is Mrs. Schmidt.”
“You… Shut up!” Jeremy gasped for air as if suffocating. Overwhelmed by both physical and emotional agony, his grip on rationality was slipping.
The agony was so overwhelming that his vision grew unfocused. He aimed his gun and shot recklessly in the direction of Jameson’s voice, firing until his weapon was empty.
With bloodshot eyes, he blinked furiously. When he attempted to reload, his hands trembled so violently that he couldn’t insert the magazine.
Jameson clicked his tongue. “Look at you now.”
Jameson’s voice was filled with brazen mockery. “You label me a madman, but your state is far worse.
*Jeremy, all you crave is a woman who’s exclusively yours. You’re enraged because I’ve claimed Lyse and sullied what you thought was rightfully yours.
“Your love isn’t as grand as you think. Everything you do may seem selfless, but it’s just a cover for the narrow- mindedness and pettiness in your heart. You’re merely performing for Lyse. You might deceive others, but not me.” Lies, fallacies, and absurdities.
No matter what happened to Alyssa, Jeremy wanted her!
The only thing Jeremy loathed himself was arriving too late and failing to protect Alyssa. Consequently, she had to endure so much pain.
He deserved to die over and over again.
‘Jameson, it’s not for you to judge my love for Lyse.”
Jeremy bit on the inside of his mouth until it bled, tasting the iron tang in his mouth. With unwavering determination, he declared, “I swear I will take Lyse away from here today. I will sacrifice my life to ensure her return if I cannot!
Tears welled in his eyes as he made his vow.
The thought of Alyssa suffering beside Jameson for two weeks was unbearable. Just the idea of it felt like the sky was falling on him. It was torture.
Jameson fell silent for a long moment.
“Very well, Jeremy. If you’re sincere, I look forward to seeing it,” Jameson said finally, his voice chillingly cold.” Lyse and I are at the rose garden behind the hills. Come and prove your love for her.”
In the woods, Axel and Remy were locked in a fierce battle, their combat intense and evenly matched. They exuded an air of deadly intent with each swift strike.
Despite the risks of close combat, Axel had more chances to scrutinize the man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Damien.
During the lulls in their battle, he took the chance to ask him questions. “What’s your name? How old are you this year?”
Axel pressed on, “Do you have family? Do you know how to fly a plane?”
Remy furrowed his brows, his fists tightening with each passing second as Axel’s questions gnawed at his patience. This was a life-or-death situation, yet Axel still had time for all these pointless questions.
He really was quite a sick man!
Remy had initially intended to restrain Axel, but his frustration grew to the point where he felt he had to take out his anger physically. Thus, he escalated his attack with more ferocity, landing heavy blows with his fists and feet.
Axel decided to test Remy, realizing there was no point in prolonging the confrontation. Even if someone lost their memory in an accident, their ingrained habits and instincts might remain intact.
Suddenly, Axel’s eyes darted to Remy’s feet. “There’s a snake! Watch out!”
Remy’s face drained of color, and he stumbled backward in shock. His icy demeanor shattered as fear overtook him.
‘Damien… You are Damien. I’m sure you are!” Axel’s eyes welled up with tears of joy.
Damien, their fifth brother, was particularly fond of apples, often enjoying them while reading beneath the apple trees.
As a child, he experienced an incident in which a small snake dropped from an apple tree and landed on his head. The snake’s hissing and flicking tongue terrified him. The scare was so great that he didn’t dare to read under the apple trees for a long time.
Ever since, he had been especially afraid of snakes, even shivering at the sight of wriggling earthworms.
This was something only the Taylors knew.
As for Remy, as an experienced and ruthless assassin, how could he be afraid of a mere snake?
“Damien! I’m Axel… Your fourth brother!” Axel’s eyes welled up, and he fought to hold back the wave of emotion.” How did you end up losing your memory? Why don’t you remember me?”
Realizing there was no snake and that Axel had tricked him, Remy’s face darkened. Just as he moved to strike Axel, an urgent command came through his earpiece.
“Damien!”
Axel, frantic, took a step forward, but Remy abruptly retreated, throwing a black object to the ground. A hissing sound filled the air, and thick white smoke engulfed the woods, obscuring Axel’s vision.
It was tear gas.
The gas made Axel cough uncontrollably, his eyes streaming with tears. By the time he made it through the smoke, Remy was long gone.
Clutching his bloody wound, Jeremy hurried toward the rose garden. The path was clear, with no assassins in sight. He could only assume he had dealt with Jameson’s remaining forces during the earlier battle in the living room or that Jameson had a more insidious plan in store.
The rose garden gleamed like a vibrant red gem in the sunlight. Jeremy’s gaze fixed on the towering statue of a goddess in the distance, her face unmistakably resembling Alyssa’s.
His heart wrenched. He quickened his pace, entering the rose garden. He made his way toward the glass shed, each step heavy with urgency.
Amidst the vibrant and fragrant roses, Alyssa, dressed in a white lace wedding gown, slumped on a vintage red velvet couch.
“Lyse!”
Jeremy’s blood surged with fury as he sprinted toward Alyssa, calling her name desperately, but she remained unresponsive.
Alyssa, with her shoulders half-exposed, seemed like a delicate rose in a sea of red, resting in peaceful slumber. Just as Jeremy reached the glass shed, Jameson appeared from behind the statue, clad in a pure black formal suit and approached Alyssa.
The two figures before Jeremy’s reddened eyes resembled a matching pair of bride and groom.
This was the first time Jeremy had ever seen Alyssa in a wedding dress. Though he had dreamed of this moment countless times, he never imagined he would see her like this.
Her beauty was stunning, her pale complexion sharply contrasting with Jameson’s elegant black attire. The scene felt hauntingly bleak, poignant, and fragile.
With every step Jeremy took toward them, the pain in his heart intensified. Fresh blood seeped from his wound, leaving a trail in his wake.
At this moment, Alyssa looked like a porcelain doll, meticulously dressed and placed in a glass display for her beloved to admire.
Jeremy could see her, but he couldn’t touch her.
This should have been a joyous scene, but the atmosphere was cold, cruel, and bizarre.
“Lyse! I’m here!” Jeremy’s voice cracked as he called out to her, tears blurring his vision. “Wake up, Lyse! Wake up … Look at me!”
“Shh…”
Jameson stood tall and imposing behind Alyssa, shushing Jeremy. He placed one hand on her bare shoulder while raising the other, lifting a finger to his colorless lips. “Keep your voice down. My wife is sleeping. ‘Jeremy, you had Lyse for three whole years. Did you ever let her experience wearing a wedding gown? Did you ever give her a wedding? She was your wife, but was she ever a bride?
“These were moments of bliss she dreamed of. You couldn’t give them to her, but I did.”
Jameson leaned forward, tracing the outline of Alyssa’s sharp jaw with his finger. His gaze was filled with affection as he studied her exquisite face. “We were truly very happy last night.
‘Maybe Lyse hasn’t yet given all of her heart to me. But with me treating her this well, and with time, I believe she will eventually move on from you and fall in love with me.”
Jameson’s words shattered Jeremy’s heart and pierced his soul. He hadn’t given Alyssa a grand wedding or the chance to be a bride. He hadn’t given her a moment of bliss she could remember for life.
He had even… rid her of her right to be a mother.
Regrets. They were all regrets.
And the one responsible for these regrets was Jeremy, the man who claimed to love Alyssa.
Jameson gazed deeply at Alyssa. Even though she wasn’t responding, he was somehow thrilled.
He couldn’t hold back any longer and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her incessantly.
It was as if this was their last kiss.
