Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Jeremy leaned forward strenuously, his hand trembling as he reached for the phone on the table. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the name on the screen-Alyssa Taylor.
Without hesitation, he answered. “Ms. Alyssa, what’s the matter?” he asked, his voice low and strained.
“Mr. Walsh, I’m sorry to bother you,” Alyssa started with an apology in an extremely shaky voice.
Jeremy pursed his lips. “No worries. Is something the matter?”
“Amber might be in danger. My brothers are either unreachable or overseas at the moment… I can’t¡ª”
“Where are you? I’ll meet you.”
Before Alyssa could finish, Jeremy was already on his feet. His legs buckled, and he staggered, but Xavier was quick to catch him.
“Mr. Walsh!” Xavier exclaimed, steadying him.
Jeremy blinked away the dizziness, his voice calm despite the chaos in his body. “Don’t be afraid. I’m on my way. Tell me everything when we meet.”
He ended the call and instructed Xavier to get the car.
“Mr. Walsh, you’re too weak right now. You always need to rest for at least 24 hours after your withdrawal symptoms kick in. Are you sure you can do this?”
Xavier burned with worry when he saw how Jeremy struggled to even stand on his two feet.
“My health doesn’t matter.” Jeremy closed his eyes briefly, gathering what little strength he had left. When he opened them, his gaze was resolute. “I need to be with Alyssa now. I need to make up for what I owe her.”
What he didn’t say aloud weighed heavily on his heart-he would still protect her without hesitation, even if he owed her nothing.
Jeremy strode out of the room and hurried down the stairs, his pace so brisk that Xavier had to jog to keep up.
As Jeremy reached the living room, he spotted Justin sitting upright in his wheelchair, alone. Their eyes locked when Jeremy was just a few steps away.
Hostility flickered between their gazes.
Curling his lips upward into a slight smile, Justin asked, “Jeremy, heading out at this hour?”
Xavier gritted his teeth, loathing the self-righteous air Justin exuded, as if he always held the upper hand. The sight made him want to charge forward and knock Justin clean off his wheelchair.
“It’s late. Why aren’t you in bed?” Jeremy asked coldly, his tone as sharp as his glare. “It seems that broken body of yours is still holding up.”
“Jeremy, you seem to be in a rush. Did something happen? Do you need my help?”
Justin maintained the smile on his face, disregarding Jeremy’s sarcastic remark.
“It’s none of your business.”
Without another word, Jeremy swept past him.
Justin’s voice followed, low and sinister. “Jeremy, there are many people and matters that have nothing to do with you. Why dive into murky waters and bring trouble upon yourself?”
The usual warmth vanished from Justin’s eyes, replaced by a chilling sneer. He fixed Jeremy with a look of pure malice, his eyes gleaming with a cruel light.
Jeremy froze mid-step, a chill spreading through his body.
Justin never spoke without intent. His seemingly casual remarks always carried the weight of provocation, often inciting chaos without so much as a blink. Behind his polished exterior lay a rotten core, a man who had traded humanity for manipulation.
Jeremy turned back, his eyes narrowing. Without warning, he kicked the base of Justin’s wheelchair.
Justin jolted, gripping the armrests tightly to steady himself. Though he managed to avoid falling, his composure was shattered, leaving him looking utterly undignified.
Xavier, watching from the sidelines, felt a surge of satisfaction.
“I don’t discriminate against the disabled,” Jeremy said, leaning slightly forward. His towering frame loomed over Justin as he spoke with icy disdain. “But I despise those who pretend to be disabled to garner pity when they are actually capable of walking.
“Mr. Justin, if you’re truly crippled, I wish you a speedy recovery. However, if this is merely an act, I hope you never rise from that wheelchair again.”
With that, Jeremy stormed out, disappearing through the front door in a flash.
For a long moment, Justin sat still. Then, slowly, he rose from the wheelchair. His eyes burned red with rage as he kicked the chair over with force.
His phone vibrated in his chest pocket. Breathing heavily, he answered the call.
“How is everything going?” he demanded, his voice sharp and menacing.
On the other end of the call, Sheryl was slightly startled. She hesitated before responding respectfully. “We’ve captured her. Do you want her alive or “
“You fool!” Justin snapped, closing his eyes to calm himself down after being riled up by Jeremy. “Why would I want her dead? Keep her alive.”
Strong winds howled, and snow fell heavily on the mountain behind The Millenium.
Despite the gunshot wound in her left arm, Amber fought fiercely against her attackers. But she was outnumbered and overpowered. She collapsed onto the snow, battered and bruised, the ground beneath her stained crimson.
The black-clad assassins stepped aside as Sheryl approached. Dressed in an extravagant white gown, she stopped short, careful not to dirty her pristine shoes.
“I knew you’d try something,” Sheryl said, her voice dripping with contempt. “And I was right.”
Her gaze lingered on Amber, who lay crumpled like discarded trash. “Jameson met a terrible end because he was soft- hearted. He should’ve put a bullet in your head when The Millennium fell.”
Amber’s pale face was as white as the snow beneath her. Digging trembling fingers into the icy ground, she clung to consciousness.
Sheryl sneered. “That man was pathetic. Unable to have the woman he loved, he settled for a counterfeit-you. He made you look like Alyssa to make up for her absence in his life,”
Kicking a few pebbles at Amber, Sheryl’s eyes burned with hatred. “I’d send you to hell to join him if I could. After all, his death was sloppy. As his colleague, I should at least give him company in the afterlife.”
Amber gasped, her voice a strained growl. “Then stop talking… and get it over with.”
Sheryl crouched slightly, her smile venomous. “You want a quick death? Oh no, Amber. I’ll make it slow and agonizing, That’s what you deserve for siding with that bitch, Alyssa. I despise her with all of my being, and you, too, have gotten under my skin.”
“W-Who… are you?” Amber managed, her breath visible in the freezing air.
Instead of answering, Sheryl gestured to one of her subordinates. “Search her.”
A black clad figure stepped forward, roughly rummaging through Amber’s blood-soaked clothes.
Sheryl’s laughter echoed through the snowy clearing, a cruel, mocking sound. Watching Amber rendered helpless was cathartic, a release for her pent-up frustrations.
It was a pity that Amber no longer had Alyssa’s face. Otherwise, it would have been even more thrilling.
“Ms. Gillis, I’ve searched her thoroughly. She doesn’t have anything on her.”
Sheryl’s brows knitted in frustration. “How can that be? Where’s her cell phone?”
“There wasn’t one.”
Sheryl, no longer concerned about dirtying herself, stepped forward, grabbed Amber by her hair, and forced her to meet her gaze.
“You bitch,” Sheryl snarled. “You came to The Millennium at this hour for a reason. What did you find? Hand it over, and I might spare your worthless life!”
Amber spat a mouthful of bloody saliva directly onto Sheryl’s face.
“Fuck! You bitch!” Glaring at Amber, Sheryl rolled her sleeves up and slapped her twice in the face. Even so, it wasn’t enough to quench her fury. She yelled, “Take her back!”
Two of Sheryl’s subordinates moved forward, dragging a limp Amber away.
Sheryl’s reddened eyes burned with fury as she wiped the spit off her face. She was teetering on the edge of madness. “Search the area! Retrace her steps and leave no stone unturned!”
Jeremy drove to Alyssa’s place personally, eager to see her as soon as possible.
When he arrived at the manor that had once been their haven, he found Alyssa standing silently in the biting wind. Rosie, unable to bear the sight, opened an umbrella and stood behind Alyssa, shielding her from the falling snow. Alyssa appeared as if she held the world in her hands, yet an unshakable loneliness clung to her.
How could Jeremy let go of such a stunning woman? When would he come to his senses?
Jeremy’s black Maybach glided to a halt at the front of the manor, snow spraying in its wake.
He stepped out, his expression unreadable, and strode toward Alyssa. His striking features were as cold as the winter air. Xavier opened the car door and got out of the car, but before he could even take two steps forward, he doubled over and vomited.
Clearly, Jeremy had sped his entire way there.
