Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
“Jonah, wait!” Jeremy’s voice cut through the tension.
With his eyes fixed on Remy, Jeremy saw that Remy had no intention of fighting. He took a breath, steadying his voice as he said, “He’s your younger brother. Hold back for now!”
“Younger brother?” Jonah echoed.
The mention of Damien brought a sharp pang to his chest. Memories of the plane crash flashed before his eyes. He continued, his voice tight with emotion, “Even if he is my brother, he allied with the devil and chose a corrupt path. I am severing ties with him!”
With that, Jonah slammed his arm down, a decisive gesture.
“Jonah! No!” Jeremy shouted.
In the next instant, Remy, with an almost unnatural calm, grabbed the blade of the dagger with his bare hand. Blood began to flow from his palm.
Jonah’s heart twisted in agony. Family meant everything to him, yet here he was, inflicting harm on one of his own.
“I didn’t come here to stop you,” Remy said, his voice low and strained as he met Jonah’s reddened eyes. “But I must stop both of you. This is my mission.”
Jonah stared at him, stunned. “Why”
“Because I work for Sir. I have no choice but to follow orders.”
Turning to Jeremy, Remy said, “Go.”
After watching them leave, Remy trudged through the alley with a gloomy look on his face.
He couldn’t shake the doubt gnawing at him. Had he made the right choice?
If he failed in his mission, Justin might send him to that hospital to be used as a subject for drug experiments or worse, eliminate him entirely.
Yet, despite the looming threat, Remy felt no regret. The only uncertainty was whether he was truly Damien, the man the Taylors had been desperately searching for, or merely someone who resembled him.
Perhaps his help to the Taylor family had been a stroke of luck or a decision made without full understanding.
Suddenly, Remy halted in his tracks. A group of masked men in black appeared ahead, standing a short distance away.
A cold realization swept over him. These men were not Justin’s subordinates, nor had they been sent by the Taylor family; they were third parties.
“Get him!” one of the men barked, and the group surged forward.
The ensuing fight was brutal. Remy managed to take down a few of them, but he was also gravely injured. These men were well-trained and relentless in their mission to kill him.
Realizing he couldn’t keep fighting, Remy darted into the alley, the assassins hot on his heels.
The chase spilled onto the main roads, where passersby looked on in shock at the bloodied figure of Remy.
To his surprise, he saw a luxury car parked in front of a shop with a woman sitting inside. Gritting his teeth, he ran toward the car, yanked open the door, and slid inside, locking it behind him.
“Why, you-“
“Don’t move! Keep quiet!” Remy hissed. He barely had time to get a good look at the woman’s face. He quickly covered her mouth, pinning her down against the seat of her car.
Outside, the assassins ran past the car.
“He’s gone!”
“Check over there! Let’s split up. Per the boss’s orders, we have to get rid of him!”
The sounds of their voices and footsteps gradually faded.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Remy finally took a moment to look at the woman. Although she was middle-aged, her beauty was still evident despite the years.
The woman’s eyes were locked on his, filled not with fear but with profound sorrow and heartache. Her tears shimmered, betraying the deep emotion she felt.
In an instant, the woman burst into tears.
Remy, in an alarmed state, scanned the area outside the car. Satisfied that he was momentarily safe, he loosened his grip on the woman, only to discover his palms were damp.
The woman’s face was drenched in tears.
As he stared into her misty eyes, recognition dawned on him-she was the woman who had chased him at the hospital, frantically calling him “Damien”.
This could only mean she was Damien Taylor’s mother.
Remy straightened abruptly, putting distance between himself and Mandy. A surge of emotion tightened his chest, leaving him shaken.
Silence blanketed the car.
Despite her usual composure, Mandy was overwhelmed. Her tears were unstoppable as she gazed at him. Nothing else seemed to matter.
At that moment, Mandy’s driver opened the car door and climbed in, saying, “Mrs. Taylor, here are the desserts you ordered for Mr. Taylor-“
Remy’s reddened eyes darkened. His muscles tensed as he reached for the door handle, ready to leave.
“Wait!” With tears brimming in her eyes, Mandy latched onto Remy’s arm in a panic.
Her grip tightened, enough to make even a man as strong as Remy wince. She didn’t dare let go, terrified she’d lose him again.
The driver froze, noticing the bloodied stranger beside Mandy. Alarm bells rang in his mind. Was this man a kidnapper? He was petrified.
Before he could pounce on Remy, Mandy cried out, “It’s alright! He won’t hurt me.”
Remy’s chest tightened. He turned to Mandy, his eyes wide with disbelief. He was a dangerous man serving an even more sinister master. His presence alone radiated menace, and children who accidentally crossed his path on the streets often burst into tears at the mere sight of him.
With his lips pressed into a hard line, Remy glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. His bloodshot eyes gleamed with a savage ferocity, a bloodthirsty intensity that sent shivers down spines.
He was from a good man-rotten to the very core, a monster in every sense.
Even though Mandy claimed that Remy wouldn’t hurt her, her driver remained wary, ready to intervene.
“Sorry about earlier,” Remy said coldly.
He moved to leave, but Mandy clung to him, her voice soft yet insistent. “Who were those people? Why were they chasing you? And all this blood-are you hurt? Let me see…”
Her words made his heart lurch. He tensed up.
Due to his looks, a stream of virtuous and admirable people sought him out, hoping to reunite with him. Among them was a woman who, with motherly affection, offered him a gentleness he had never received before.
For reasons he couldn’t fully grasp, this kindness filled him with a warmth that seeped into his soul, a fragile sense of connection. But deep down, he understood it was all because of his appearance.
Yet, this happiness he felt was unlike anything he had ever known.
“It’s none of your business,” he muttered.
He couldn’t stay. This familial warmth wasn’t meant for him.
But before he could leave, his vision blurred, and he collapsed into Mandy’s arms.
“Hey. Hey, wake up!” Mandy became extremely worried when she saw how weak Remy looked.
Her driver pointed out, “Mrs. Taylor, look at his shoulder. It’s still bleeding… It looks like he’s hurt!”
Mandy glanced at her hands, now smeared with fresh blood.
“Drive! Take us to Taylor General Hospital now!”
Meanwhile, Sean sped down the highway, heading to Solana City with Alyssa for the press conference.
Alyssa sat poised in the passenger seat, her red lipstick striking against her sharp black suit. A golden iris brooch adorned with topaz gleamed on her chest-a design of her own.
The golden iris stood as a symbol of triumph.
“Ms. Alyssa, we’re on track. We’ll make it to the press conference on time!” Sean declared, stepping on the accelerator with a fiery look in his eyes.
“Safety first,” Alyssa reminded him in a calm, steady voice.
Surprisingly, at this crucial juncture, she appeared composed. “Taty is due soon, and you’re about to become a father. As a family man, you shouldn’t be as reckless as before.” The thought of his unborn son brought a blissful smile to Sean’s face, softening his fiery resolve.
