Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
“Why is it impossible?” Alyssa looked at Axel, amused. “Axel can easily win Ms. Altman over.
“She was supposed to kill Axel on that night. Just look at all the weapons and poison she carried. She looked like she was ready to die with him, but in the end, she betrayed Jameson and spared Axel’s life.
“I suspect she’s fallen for Axel. If that’s the case, getting Axel to charm her is the key to our success.”
Jeremy and Landon swallowed hard in fear. They were shocked by Alyssa’s guts and willingness to put her brother’s life at stake.
They anticipated Axel’s outburst, but on the contrary, Axel lifted a brow and smirked, looking interested.
“Sure. I’ll try my hand on her.”
Once again, Jeremy and Landon were taken aback by Axel’s daring decision. Perhaps it was the professionalism of a secret agent.
“Lyse, don’t you think it’s too risky?”
Jeremy was reasonably worried. “She’s failed her last mission. She might try again. After all, she’s still working for Jameson. We don’t know what tricks she’ll pull next time.”
Axel snorted with a maniacal smile. “Hmph, no one could kill me.”
Excruciating screams reverberated from the damp basement of The Millennium. Even Jameson’s men winced as they stood guard at the door.
Inside, a gory scene unfolded. Amber was chained by the wrists and hanging from the ceiling. Her frail figure was covered only by a thin lace nightdress, the white fabric soaked in blood.
Once Jameson was tired from the whipping, he turned around and rested on the couch. He tossed the whip to Carl and downed a glass of red wine.
Carl held the whip with trembling hands. “M-Mr. Schmidt, I…”
“Why? Can’t bring yourself to whip her?” Jameson snickered maliciously. Behind his blood-stained glasses hid his eyes with a chilling gleam. “Do you want to end up like her?”
Carl had no choice but to bite the bullet and approach Amber with the whip. “Ms. Altman, please bear with me. I can’t go against his orders.”
Amber panted weakly and struggled to look up. “Don’t hold back. Beat me to death. My life is worthless anyway.”
Jameson jumped in rage upon hearing her remark. Approaching them in huge strides, he shoved Carl away and grabbed Amber by the neck, hissing, “Looks like you’ve fallen for Axel Whitaker.”
Glowering at her, he rolled and unclenched his fists multiple times. “Are you passively rebelling against me? Hm? You would give anything to live, but now, you’re asking for death?
“Amber Altman, I gave you this life, and only I will decide if you live or die. You don’t.”
Eyes half opened, she breathed shallowly as her face turned a purple hue.
In the past, she would have explained herself to Jameson. Since her first encounter with him at 15, she had never loved anyone else except for him, even when all he wanted was to kill her.
However, any explanation now was futile. While she might manage to justify the night with Axel and the box of gastric medication, there was no way she could conceal the truth about the romantic kiss she shared with Axel. Jameson had even burned the box of gastric medicine later.
Carl was scared stiff. “M-Mr. Schmidt, calm down! You’re going to suffocate her to death!”
“Doesn’t she deserve to die after what she’s done to me?” Jameson bellowed.
“But she’s helped you to subdue your opponents with her looks. I bet she was doing the same this time!” Carl argued.
Having worked with Amber for years, he formed a camaraderie with her and tried to defend her.
“Besides, we all know that Axel Whitaker is the most difficult among all the Taylors. Ms. Altman had to leave a good impression on him to get closer to him. After that, we’ll have a chance to get rid of him.”
Carl’s words came as a timely reminder for Jameson. His eyes dimmed, and he loosened his grip on
Amber’s neck.
Carl urged, “Ms. Altman, please don’t be stubborn. Apologize to Mr. Schmidt now!”
“I’m sorry…” Suddenly, her bloodied lips curled into a smirk. She looked broken and pitiful. “But Jimmy, what have I done wrong? I did everything you asked me to. I know you’ve never cared about me, but how have I wronged you? Tell me!”
Jameson spoke, “So, have you found a man who cares for you?”
His sarcastic grin pierced through her heart.
“Do you think Axel Whiteaker loves you just because you’ve slept with him? Do you think he cares for you just because he gave you a box of gastric medication?”
Letting go of her neck, he jabbed her on the forehead. “I thought you were smart despite your lowly background, but now, I realize you are useless. Giving you plastic surgery to look like Alyssa is an insult to her beauty.”
The man she had loved for a decade had become a total stranger to her. Tears of heartbreak streamed down her cheek, but Jameson was oblivious to her suffering. “Don’t be delusional. I know the Taylors well.
“They’re just like me¡ªthey only have eyes for Lyse. You’re from a lowly background, not least having worked for me. Do you think Axel would fall for you? He’ll only kill you off when he learns about your identity.”
He took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and leisurely cleaned the blood on his fingers. “Don’t be delusional, Amber Altman. You don’t deserve him.”
“What about you?” Amber, emboldened by a newfound courage, smiled. “Do you think you deserve Alyssa Taylor? No matter how hard you try, she only has eyes for Jeremy Walsh.”
Jameson felt as if he had been kicked in the nuts. Fueled by resentment, he cracked his knuckles. Carl sweated and urged Amber, “Ms. Altman, please stop! What good is going against Mr. Schmidt?”
Then, he advised Jameson, “Mr. Jameson, calm down! You can’t go on anymore¡ªshe’ll die in your hands. If that happens, she’ll be of no use anymore. Don’t you think that’s a pity?”
As expected, the menace in Jameson’s eyes melted away. Carl, having worked closely with Jameson, knew his employer too well. Jameson was a selfish prick who was only interested in others only if he could exploit them. He would not hurt Amber as long as she was still useful to him.
Jameson was interrupted by an incoming phone call. Tossing away the handkerchief, he checked the caller ID, which made him panic. He picked it up right away.
The caller began, “Mr. Schmidt, I guess life’s been good to you lately.” The male voice sounded haughty and demeaning. “Now that all the obstacles are gone, and the Taylors are hating on Jeremy Walsh, dare I assume that you’re going to marry Ms. Alyssa soon?”
Jameson recalled the humiliation he suffered at Alyssa’s hands that day and Winston’s ambiguous attitude toward him. He curled his fist indignantly and replied, “I appreciate your help, but it’s hard to say for now. Anyway, I will never give up on Lyse.”
“Sigh. You’re not cruel enough. This will only hurt yourself and benefit your rival.” The man grinned. “If I were you, I would have taken her by force. I couldn’t let my efforts go to waste. If that did not work, I’d destroy her life.”
Jameson’s expression froze at the man’s heartless suggestion. He replied, “I believe I need a bit more time. I have a problem to take care of. Once I’m done, I’ll work on getting Alyssa to agree to marry me.”
“Maybe put a pause on dealing with your minor problem. There’s a bigger storm coming.” The man’s voice grew serious, sounding like an entirely different person. “The court hearing for Sophia Kirkman’s case is around the corner. Even Javier Walsh and her attorney, Simon Lynch, failed to stop it.”
“The prosecutor for the case is Silas Taylor and the officer in charge is Cyrus Taylor. The entire prosecution is made up of the Taylors. It will be an uphill fight for Javier Walsh to protect his wife.”
“Jeffrey Snyder might have ratted on Sophia Kirkman, but without solid proof, she won’t receive heavy sentencing. But I believe Jeremy and Alyssa will not let this slide, given their resentment for her. Naturally, they will not go easy on you.”
The caller chuckled. “Oh, what will you do, Mr. Schmidt? Your fiancee seems intent on putting you in trouble.”
“It’s all worth it, even if she hates me.” Jameson adjusted his glasses with an unreadable expression in his eyes.
“When are you going to get rid of Inigo Montiye? You’ll be done for if he falls into Alyssa and Jeremy’s hands.”
“I bought a new private jet. It’ll be delivered next week,” Jameson replied with a chilling smile. “I’ll send him and his sworn brothers on a trip to the afterlife with that jet.”
After a brief catchup with Alyssa, Axel excused himself early, as he had to meet with Jonah and the rest.
Meanwhile, Alyssa looked a little messy after a day of traveling. Although she had changed into fresh pajamas, her hair was soiled. As a clean freak, she couldn’t accept it.
“Ugh! It’s smelly!” She sniffed her hair in disgust. “I can’t. I feel like I’ve just gotten out of the mud. I need a shower.”
“No, you’re not smelly at all.” Jeremy pulled her into a hug and buried his face into her soft curls. “It smells great.”
“I don’t care! I need a shower!” She snuggled against his warm embrace.
“Lyse, your fever has just gone down. Your body is at its weakest. Taking a shower will only worsen your condition.” He caressed her head and coaxed her gently, “If you feel icky, how about I wipe down your body?”
“I don’t want it! That’s different from a shower!” Hugging him by the waist, she looked up and begged,
“Please let me shower. I’ll do a hot shower. It’ll be fine.”
He stared deeply into her eyes, melting at her stare. “Gosh, I can’t win. Fine. I’ll get the bath ready and turn up the heat for you.”
He was about to rise when she grabbed his hand. Staring at him, she purred, “Jeremy…”
His heart raced. He asked in a trembling voice, “Let’s head in together?”
“Yeah.”
Jeremy scooped her up by the waist. Lifting her in his arms, he headed toward the bathroom.
Alyssa was naked in the hot bath, while Jeremy remained fully clothed as he carefully cleaned her body like a servant. She scooped a handful of bubbles and blew it in his direction.