Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Jeremy looked at Jonah with a firm and fiery gaze. In a concerned voice, he remarked, “With Liam’s high status and power, I’m afraid that he’d be criticized for acting on his own accord. I don’t want it to affect his future.”
*Future, status, and all that don’t mean anything!”
Axel couldn’t bear the agony in his heart. With tears in his eyes, he exclaimed, “Nothing is more important than Lyse.
“We’ll set out tomorrow… No, let’s set out shortly!”
*Calm down, Axel,” Cyrus said, gripping Axel’s arm. Though he knew Axel’s impulsive nature, this was extreme.’ Look at the sky. It’s already dark. Searching now would be even harder, maybe pointless. Amber’s still around too. She’s weak, and she’s been through so much just to be with you. If you go, at least spend the night with her.”
At the mention of Amber, Axel fell silent, his regret clear.
“We’ll split up tomorrow morning and search the southern coasts and islands.”
The muscles in Jeremy’s jaw tensed up. He looked at Jeremy. “Jeremy, please mobilize all your resources to track Lyse down in the other areas. It’d be best if you could monitor Kantina’s airspace for any suspicious crafts. This is extremely important.”
“Lyse only walked into Jameson’s trap of her own volition for my safety.”
Jeremy welled up with tears of devastation, and remorse filled his lungs. “Don’t worry, Jeremy. I will ensure Lyse returns to your side, even if it means I’d have to risk everything.”
In the wee hours of the morning, the air in the presidential office was serious, solemn, and quiet.
With much effort, Amber finally managed to comfort Miley. After giving her some sleeping pills at the advice of the private physician, Miley finally drifted off to sleep after crying her eyes out.
Amber returned to her room, buried her head under the covers, and sobbed quietly. Seeing Axel wallowing in self- reproach, she fully empathized with his emotions.
While Jameson took Alyssa away, she and Carl, both of whom deserved to die because of their sins, were merely distractions that Jameson had placed at the church. He used them as bait to draw the attention of the authorities so that he could execute his actual plan.
She was the one who should be shouldering the responsibility. Amber Altman was just a cheap imitation of Alyssa. To save her, the precious Alyssa had gone missing.
Amber shut her eyes tight and wept silently under the covers.
After crying for some time, she felt a corner of the blanket being lifted. A strong, masculine scent drew near her, and she found her entire body sinking into a warm embrace.
Amber’s trembling back was pressed right up against his muscular chest.
She was in Axel’s arms.
She could hear his deep breathing and feel the strength of his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He held onto her so tightly. It felt almost as if her back could snap.
He was suppressing the anguish within him, and so was she.
Amber knew how much he needed to be comforted at this moment. Yet, she didn’t even dare to turn around and face him.
It was Axel who finally turned her around, locking his arms around her tightly.
Her white pajamas starkly contrasted with his black shirt and trousers, an alluring sight.
If it weren’t for Alyssa’s disappearance, Axel wouldn’t have been able to suppress his burning desire on a night such as this one. He would’ve made Amber, the woman he dreamed of clay and night, wholly his.
Nevertheless, he had no such intention right now. His mind was occupied, thinking of ways to find Alyssa. His emotions were in a frenzy. His thoughts were muddled. Everything was in a mess.
Even so, he forced himself to keep his spirits up. “Why are you crying, hmm?” Axel asked as he kissed the tears off Amber’s cheeks.
“I’m sorry..” Amber muttered as she buried her face in his chest.
‘Don’t say that. It’s not your fault, my love,” Axel comforted her gently.
He put his palm on her neck and gently massaged her. “It was us brothers who were too careless. It was our fault.
Amber said, “If it wasn’t… because of me…
“It had nothing to do with you. Don’t think such thoughts anymore,” Axel insisted, his tone firm.
His greatest fear was Amber blaming herself, letting guilt consume her until it led to something even he couldn’t control.
He loved both Alyssa and Amber. He loved them differently, but his love for them was equally fervent and irreplaceable.
They held each other in silence, sharing a deep kiss in the quiet of the night.
“Axel,” Amber whispered, resting her head on his arm, her fingers tracing the lines of his face.
“Yes?” Axel answered in a raspy voice, which was both gentle and sexy at the same time.
“After Ms. Alyssa comes back safely, there’s something that I’d like to do.”
Although Axel wanted to tell her that she could do whatever she wanted, he still asked out of curiosity, “What is it?
‘I’d like to get plastic surgery done.” Amber’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she closed them. “I’d like to get my old face back. I want to be me again…”
Axel’s chest tightened. He couldn’t help but tear up as he tightened his hold around her. “Sure, I’ll be with you, every step of the way as you find yourself again.”
Alyssa’s cell phone was long gone. There was no television or computer in the room either. She had no idea how many days had passed since arriving on this island.
Having been injected with a high dose of tranquilizer, although she was awake, she was almost paralyzed from the neck down. In this state, she was like a hopeless yet appealing live mannequin.
The silence in the luxurious and chilly room was suffocating. Even the wind and waves couldn’t be heard. Clearly, this room was quite some distance away from the sea.
It was a gilded cage that Jameson had crafted for her.
Alyssa’s limp body lay on the light yellow bedding. She was no longer wearing the outfit she had on when she came. Instead, she was forced to change into a thin, red-colored lace nightgown.
Like a delicate rose, she seemed to wither, inch by inch, losing all signs of life.
A female helper on the island had dressed her in that nightgown.
Despite Jameson’s cruelty toward everyone else, he had never forced himself on Alyssa. He truly loved her to the core. At the same time, he truly couldn’t bear to see her cry.
Alyssa looked out the window, lying completely still. The deep orange skies of dusk dimmed gradually as the sun set. The beautiful colors eventually disappeared entirely and were replaced by a heart-wrenching darkness.
Her swollen eyes glistened with unshed tears. She bit down hard, willing them back.
After a while, a knock came at the door, followed by familiar footsteps.
‘Lyse, it’s time to eat.”
Jameson entered, carrying a tray to the side of the bed. His voice was unusually gentle. “I made your favorites,” he said.
Alyssa turned her pale face away. Even though she was paralyzed, every nerve in her body was filled with hate and resistance against Jameson.
He stood over her.
The smooth silk fabric highlighted Alyssa’s graceful figure. Her dark hair was spread out on the pillow, contrasting her frail and pallid face.
Yet, this sight made him feel all the more to possess her.
“You haven’t eaten or drank anything since you got here. Your body won’t be able to take it if you go on like this.”
Jameson placed the tray down on the bedside table. He turned to his side and sat down next to her. With his chilly hands, he held her ankles. Inch by inch, his trembling hands traveled upward.
The hoarseness of his voice revealed his level of restraint. “There’s no use being mad at me. Why would you torment yourself like that?
“Since you’ve never considered ending your life, and you’re constantly thinking about escaping me, all the more you should be eating your meals well and making sure you’re in good health. Don’t you think so?”
“Hah…” Alyssa’s eyes were bloodshot. Her chapped lips curled into a smirk of disgust. “I’m no different from a dead person. I can’t move at all. Is there a difference between eating and not eating?”
“Lyse, you’re being sneaky again.”
Jameson smiled, his eyes overflowing with tenderness. “We grew up together. No one knows you better than I do. You’re trying to use reverse psychology on me so that I will stop using any tranquilizers on you. Then, you’ll find a chance to fight back and escape from me.
“If possible, I really wouldn’t want to drug you, Lyse. But you’re too intelligent. You will think of a way to escape if I’m slightly distracted. I put everything on the table to get you. No matter what, I am not going to lose you. Never.” Jameson’s breathing was heavy. As his warm hand reached beneath her gown, he could feel her trembling in fear. He was stunned. As much as he yearned to have her, he clenched his teeth and retracted his hand. “In my eyes, everything that you do is trash.”
Alyssa’s nostrils flared in rage. She continued without even looking at him, “I won’t be going anywhere. Fuck off. I don’t want to see you.”
Right after Alyssa said that, she suddenly felt the world spun before her eyes.
Jameson scooped her limp body up by the waist, and she found herself in his arms once again. She was being confined in a firm hold, with her body pressed right up against his.
