Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
“Mr. Jeremy, you’re finally here!” Rosie exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion as her gaze turned resentful.
Alyssa exhaled a misty breath, her lips trembling as she looked into Jeremy’s deep eyes. Yet, words failed her.
She once had the privilege to demand anything from him, to throw tantrums, vent, or tease. But now, all of that felt like a distant memory. Fear held her tongue.
“It’s freezing. Why are you waiting out here?” Jeremy asked in a deep voice as he looked into her teary eyes.
Her voice came out as a fragile whisper, “I was waiting for you.”
Jeremy’s chest tightened, his fingers curling involuntarily. “Let’s go inside. We’ll talk there.”
“No, it’ll be too late by then. We need to find Amber now. She’s in danger!”
The echo of a gunshot replayed in her mind, making her breath hitch. Her tears welled up. Alyssa was on the verge of breaking down.
“I heard a gunshot. I couldn’t reach Amber’s phone after that. Something’s happened to her I just know it!”
“Alyssa, you’ve always been so optimistic. Don’t let your fears consume you,” Jeremy said, though his stiff posture betrayed his own concern.
“If something happens to Amber, Axel’s happiness will be destroyed too!” Remembering Axel’s struggles to find happiness, Alyssa’s composure shattered. Tears streamed down her face despite Jeremy’s watchful gaze.
“Amber has to be okay… She has to!” she cried, her voice raw with desperation. Then, her knees buckled, and the world tilted around her.
Exhausted from days of relentless work at KS Group and her desperate search for a solution for Jeremy, Alyssa was now battling insomnia. Three sleepless nights had taken their toll.
The physical and mental exhaustion finally caught up to her.
Rosie panicked, but fortunately, Jeremy’s quick reflexes caught her before she hit the ground. He wrapped his coat around her trembling frame, his actions instinctive and protective.
Not even the world’s most lethal toxin could extinguish this unwavering habit of looking after her.
“Are you alright?” Jeremy asked.
Alyssa didn’t answer. Her sobs racked her body as she clung to him.
“Alyssa, stop crying,” Jeremy said, his voice steady but pained. “If you don’t stop, I’ll leave right now. I won’t help you anymore.”
Alyssa wept uncontrollably, her tears soaking through Jeremy’s shirt.
Knitting his brows tightly together, Jeremy let out a helpless sigh as his hand rested gently on her back.
He couldn’t bear to see her like this.
Witnessing this ate at his heart.
Searching for Amber without direction would be pointless. Jeremy made a swift decision to bring Alyssa back to the manor, shielding her from the relentless chill of the wind. Once inside, he immediately began organizing the search. He deployed his men and contacted Landon, requesting additional support.
The two of them sat together on the couch.
This time, there was no space between them. It was as though an invisible force drew them closer, their proximity feeling natural yet electric. Neither could say who had moved first.
Alyssa, however, was in no mood to dwell on their closeness. Wrapped in her down jacket, she curled up on the couch, her arms hugging herself tightly. A quiet frostiness emanated from her as she sat in silence, listening to Jeremy’s calm and methodical calls to mobilize his team.
In the past, his composed presence would have been enough to ease her mind. But now, her thoughts were a tangled mess, each one like a razor claw tearing at her heart.
The pain was unbearable, coursing through her body and leaving her trembling. She felt suffocated by the storm of emotions bottled up inside her.
“Madam, please take off your jacket,” Rosie urged as she approached with a steaming cup of tea. “You’ll catch a cold if you stay in it for too long. Drink this while it’s hot-it’ll help warm you up.”
“I’m fine,” Alyssa murmured, pushing the cup back gently. “Give it to Mr. Jeremy instead.”
“He’s as tough as they come. He grew up rolling in the snow and swimming in icy lakes during his military days. You don’t need to worry about him.”
Jeremy, overhearing Rosie’s remark while still on the phone with Landon, glanced over.
Alyssa’s face was the color of bleached linen, her body convulsing with silent sobs, all while she desperately tried to project an image of calm, her down jacket doing little to conceal the tremors that racked her frame.
She looked fragile, like a snow sculpture on the verge of collapse.
After ending his call with Landon, Jeremy reassured tenderly, “Landon is on his way here. Don’t worry. Ms. Altman will be fine.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jeremy.” Alyssa handed the untouched tea to him with both hands.
“I’m fine.”
Lowering his eyes, Jeremy caught sight of Alyssa’s hands, their once-perfect skin now bearing the marks of frostbite.
A sharp pang gripped his chest, the weight of it pressing harder with every passing second. The sorrow brewing within him clawed at his composure, demanding release, each ache making him painfully aware of how deeply it cut.
He wanted to ask if her wounds still hurt, but Alyssa spoke first. “Is Landon coming now?”
“Yeah.” Jeremy nodded.
“How about Lauren? Will she be okay on her own?”
“Lauren is no longer a child. After going through so much, she has become more independent and tough. Plus, Mr. Diaz is watching over her. She will be fine.”
Frowning, Jeremy leaned closer and reached for the zipper of Alyssa’s jacket. “It’s warm inside. Keeping the damp jacket on will only make you colder.”
Alyssa lowered her gaze, subdued and distracted. She didn’t resist as he unzipped the jacket. Beneath it, she wore only a white silk nightgown. The delicate fabric shimmered faintly under the dim light, a stark contrast to the dark night outside.
Her black hair fell loosely, partially veiling her breasts, lending her an air of innocence and quiet allure.
Jeremy stiffened up. His throat tightened as he swallowed hard.
Only at this moment did Alyssa realize that all she had on under her jacket was her thin nightgown. Frantically, she wrapped her jacket around herself and lowered her eyes shyly.
She and Jeremy were once married once lovers who had been so deeply and intimately connected. Yet now, the tension between them felt like that of strangers experiencing a fragile, newfound intimacy.
Sensing the shift, Rosie had quietly left the room.
After calming himself down, Jeremy probed in a raspy voice, “Did Amber say anything during her last call to you?” “No… She didn’t have time to.” Alyssa’s voice wavered.
She hesitated; the memory of that loud, ominous bang echoed in her mind. Her lips turned pale as she recounted, “I think she dropped her phone. I heard something tumbling, and then the call cut off. That’s all I know.”
Jeremy’s brows knitted in thought. “It’s almost daybreak. Why would she call you at such an odd hour, alone and in danger?”
His tone sharpened, his mind already piecing together the puzzle. “If she was in trouble, she could’ve called the police, Axel, or Cyrus. Why were you her first choice?”
Alyssa pressed her lips together, unable to answer. The same question had been haunting her.
“Understanding her motive is critical,” Jeremy continued. “It’s the key to figuring out where she went and what happened. Without that, the authorities won’t help they require at least 48 hours to file a missing person report.
“We need to act fast. You’ll have to contact Cyrus and get him to pull surveillance footage from the roads to trace her movements.”
Alyssa nodded, her voice trembling as she speculated, “Amber might’ve had something urgent to tell me but got caught before she could. She’s skilled in combat, so her attackers must’ve been armed-and not just one, but several.
Alyssa ran her fingers through her hair. “She’d most likely become a target the moment she left home. No, wait-she’s been targeted all along. They were just biding their time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike!”
“Jameson and Carl have been eliminated. Who else could be targeting Amber?”
A sharp glint flashed in Jeremy’s eyes as a thought struck him. “Could it be Justin or Sheryl?” he asked, his voice low and tense.
He recalled seeing Justin in the living room earlier that evening, wide awake instead of resting. Was Justin waiting for something? Or perhaps, provoking him in subtle defiance?
“They are the only ones I can think of with a grudge against Amber.”
Alyssa’s anxiousness made her voice tremble. “Having worked for Jameson for years, Amber must have visited Mosgravia multiple times to meet with Sir-who is, in fact, Justin.
“Justin wouldn’t have met anyone else besides Jameson. But how could he leave no trace after all those interactions? Amber must have figured out his true identity. And Justin he must have realized who she is, even with her changed appearance.”
Jeremy’s expression darkened. “So he decided to eliminate her as a precaution.”
Tears welled in Alyssa’s eyes, threatening to spill. “We’ve already uncovered his lies and started suspecting his crimes. Why did he have to go after Amber?”
Jeremy’s gaze hardened. “Because your brother, Axel, loves her deeply. Now that she’s part of the Taylor family, Justin doesn’t just want to get rid of her he wants to use her to manipulate you and Axel.”
