Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Didn’t this prove that he was Damien? That his true nature lingered, even if his memories of the past had been lost?
Hope and excitement bubbled within her as she ran. She had to reach Alyssa immediately and share this evidence-this incredible news!
Emerging from the trapdoor, Amber navigated the tangled paths among the weeds on the mountain behind The Millennium.
Suddenly, she froze. Her breath hitched.
Beams of white light shone from all directions, focusing on her.
The cold, unyielding spotlights told her everything she was surrounded, the target of an ambush.
Amber’s heart pounded in her chest. Cold sweat slicked her palms as her fingers clenched tightly around her dagger. The veins on the back of her hand throbbed with adrenaline.
Six assassins in black emerged from the shadows, their flashlights cutting through the gloom like the eyes of hungry hyenas.
With the lights focusing on her, there was no escape. The only path to survival was through them.
Amber’s eyes burned with determination as she charged forward. Her dagger slashed through the neck of the nearest assassin, a swift and brutal strike.
She moved with desperate precision, aiming for vital points. Her unexpected ferocity startled the man, who had clearly underestimated her.
His flashlight clattered to the ground, and blood gushed from his neck.
Amber seized the opening, surging ahead without hesitation. After all, this might very well be her only chance. It wasn’t just her survival it was about delivering the evidence she carried.
She didn’t know how many more enemies lay in wait, but an ominous sense of doom weighed heavily on her chest. She doubted she’d make it back alive tonight.
When she realized no one was immediately behind her, Amber pulled the evidence from her pocket. Hastily, she dug a hole beneath a tree with her dagger and buried the items.
Carving an “X” into the tree trunk, she then moved to the side to make a call to Alyssa.
Alyssa answered after a couple of rings. Her voice was gentle though tinged with exhaustion. “Ambs?”
Amber was just about to speak when a gunshot rang out.
The bullet tore into her left arm, knocking her phone from her grasp. It tumbled down the slope, out of reach.
On the other end of the line, Alyssa heard the deafening bang. The rustling noises that followed were cut off as the call ended abruptly.
A chill ran down Alyssa’s spine. She bolted upright in bed, her heart racing as she tried to call Amber back.
No response.
Her chest tightened, and her palms grew clammy.
Was that a gunshot?
What had happened to Amber?
Because of her company’s project, Alyssa was spending the night at the manor in Solana City instead of Heightsnew Villa. She didn’t dare contact Axel yet. Instead, she called Clark.
“Ms. Alyssa,” Clark answered promptly.
“Is Ms. Altman staying at our place tonight?” Alyssa’s voice was thick with urgency, her throat dry and strained.
“Yes, she’s been here the past two days.”
“How about now? Is Ms. Altman at home?’ Alyssa asked urgently.
“She isn’t,” Clark replied. “She drove out the back gate alone around 11:00 pm. Our security personnel stopped her then, but she said she was just going out for some fresh air because she had trouble sleeping. She promised she wouldn’t be long, but it’s strange-she hasn’t returned even now.
Alyssa’s ears began to ring, her heart sinking like a stone.
When she ended the call, her nightgown clung to her skin, drenched in cold sweat. Her trembling hand gripped the phone tightly.
She thought of calling Jonah, but he was still searching for Julien in Mosgravia. He wouldn’t be able to return in time.
Silas wasn’t home tonight; he was likely with Rose. Besides, he was more of an academic than a fighter-not someone who could help in a crisis. Getting him out of bed in the middle of the night couldn’t possibly solve any of their problems.
Axel had returned to his organization, leaving Cyrus as the only one accessible who might help.
Pacing by the window, Alyssa dialed Cyrus’ number, but her calls went unanswered-three attempts, no response.
Filled with a sense of urgency, Alyssa threw a coat over herself and darted downstairs.
The commotion woke Rosie, a light sleeper. She hurried out in a cardigan, her face etched with concern.
Seeing Alyssa pale as a ghost, Rosie blurted out, “Madam, are you unwell? Where are you going? Let me come with you!”
“Mrs. Rosie… My sister-in-law is in trouble. I have to save her!”
Normally, Alyssa kept such matters to herself, avoiding unnecessary worry for others. But tonight, her emotional turmoil spilled over.
Your sister-in-law? Which one?” Rosie asked, confused. Alyssa had several brothers, after all.
“It’s Amber. She’s in danger. I need to go to her!” Alyssa started for the door, but Rosie blocked her path.
“Madam, you can’t go out alone-it’s too dangerous! Call your brothers. Aren’t they capable? One of them is even a police officer. At least file a report. Going out alone won’t solve anything!”
Of course Alyssa wanted to call the police. However, Amber’s situation was uncertain, and missing person reports required a 48-hour wait. By then, it might be too late.
“M-Madam? You’re… crying?’ Rosie’s mind went blank when she saw tears flowing down Alyssa’s cheeks.
“Mrs. Rosie, I can’t get anyone to help me right now. I have to do this myself.” Alyssa’s excessive understanding, caution, and consideration had left her feeling helpless.
“Says who? You still have Mr. Jeremy!”
Stunned, Alyssa paused. “Jeremy?”
“Yes! Call him. He’ll drop everything for you. I’ll call him right now. Rosie pulled out her phone.
Will he… Will he come?” Alyssa asked, her voice quivering, doubt clouding her eyes.
“He will. Always.” Rosie pulled Alyssa into a comforting embrace, her own tears welling up. Madam, trust Mr. Jeremy. I refuse to believe he’s forgotten his love for you, no matter what he’s been through. I don’t believe it!”
Alyssa’s heart clenched, a single tear slipping down her cheek.
In the early hours, silence enveloped Seaview Manor.
Xavier stood outside Jeremy’s door like a sentinel, his fists clenched. His bloodshot eyes betrayed the torment he carried, the weight of his unspoken agony.
Jeremy lay restrained on the bed, his body writhing violently as waves of agony crashed over him. A towel clenched between his teeth muffled his cries, though it could not silence the torment. Every inch of his skin felt as if it were being devoured by thousands of invisible ants-a relentless, gnawing pain brought on by withdrawal.
He knew he could no longer rely on the medication.
Time and again, the temptation clawed at him, urging him to surrender and take the easy way out. Relief was just a pill away. But Jeremy’s willpower, though battered, refused to shatter.
Anne’s words echoed in his mind, a guiding light in the darkness. She had always taught him to be a righteous – one man with a clear conscience.
Curling into himself, Jeremy shut his bloodshot eyes. He couldn’t disappoint Anne. He couldn’t let down those who believed in him. He had to resist the dark side.
Outside the room, Xavier glanced at his wristwatch. Judging the timing to be right, he pushed the door open and locked it behind him.
When he turned around, he was shocked to see Jeremy standing in the living area, pale and trembling. His damp fringe clung to his forehead.
His frailty was undeniable, yet his appearance had an unearthly beauty-a fallen angel, battered but unyielding. “Mr. Walsh, how did you free yourself?” Xavier asked, his voice hoarse with concern.
“You didn’t tie me down securely enough. Do it better next time.”
Jeremy slumped onto the couch, his body sagging as if every ounce of strength had been drained from him. He leaned his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing painfully with each shallow breath.
He had survived this round of withdrawal, but the torment was unending. How long could he endure?
Suddenly, his phone rang.
Who could it be at this hour?
