Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
“If you truly love Ms. Alyssa, as you claim, this is probably the best course of action,” Remy replied.
Remy stood up abruptly. “If you and Ms. Alyssa become husband and wife, you can forget what I said. Mr. Justin will give his blessings to both of you.”
With that, he turned and left without hesitation. Jameson watched his tall, proud figure, still carrying the remnants of his dashing demeanor as a flight captain.
Jameson was stunned. All of a sudden, it all became clear to him.
Justin was a cunning man, skilled at manipulating people based on their personalities. He sent Remy here as a backup plan and to stabilize Alyssa’s emotions. Would she still contemplate running away with a ‘Damien’ like this by her side? Would she still want to escape?
Jeremy and the Taylors searched tirelessly throughout Kontina for five days, combing through islands, coastal areas, and cities. Liam had also mobilized his resources to support their efforts. During the day, they surveyed the islands, large and small, searching for any sign of Alyssa.
But when night fell, darkness engulfed them. They couldn’t see the landscape, let alone search for people, and wild animals posed a constant threat. The situation was perilous.
Despite this, Jeremy refused to retreat. He relentlessly searched for any trace of Alyssa. Time was of the essence. The thought of Alyssa being held captive by a monster like Jameson filled him with a sickening dread. He couldn’t allow himself to slow down, even for a moment.
Cyrus and Liam were on the brink of collapse, but Jeremy kept pushing on. The others feared he’d collapse before they even found Alyssa.
On the sixth day, everyone, including Jeremy, was utterly exhausted.
“If we continue like this, we might even take a year to find her. We don’t have enough manpower. This isn’t enough to cover every corner of the country!” Liam slammed his fist on the map on the table in anger. Rage and hatred interweaved within him, and his eyes had turned red.
After toiling for a few consecutive days, even Cyrus, a tough criminal investigator, developed a high fever. He relied on ibuprofen to keep going.
It was too much. The search area was too vast, and they needed far more support. But this was Kontina, not Cyrris. Their resources were limited. Even as president, Jeremy needed the royal family’s approval to mobilize military troops.
Just as they were at their wits’ end, Miley led a dainty, familiar, and beautiful woman into the room.
“Your Highness?” Liam’s eyes brightened as he caught sight of the slightly na?ve yet endearing face that had suddenly appeared before everyone. His heart raced, and he blinked hard, realizing that what he saw was real.
Yuliana bit her lip lightly, quickly glancing at Liam before looking away as if it had never happened. Liam had been the one who insisted they return to their previous relationship. Yet now, seeing Yuliana genuinely moving on, seemingly indifferent to him, he felt as though his heart was being pierced, the pain unbearable.
“Miley, why did you bring Her Highness here?” Jonah went up to them immediately.
Miley’s eyes twinkled. “Her Highness came over to help us out.”
At that, everyone gathered around her.
Breathing heavily, Jeremy urgently queried, “Your Highness, can you help us?”
“I heard that Lyse has gone missing after being abducted by Kontina’s master of all evil, Jameson.”
Yuliana’s eyes were still swollen, and her gentle voice choked with emotion-she had clearly been crying. “I was so worried… So, I asked my father to use the royal family’s resources to help search for Lyse within our borders.”
Liam’s heart skipped a beat. “Yules…”
Jeremy, Jonah, and the others were deeply moved. They weren’t closely acquainted with Yuliana, having only interacted with her briefly during Landon and Lauren’s wedding. Yet, here she was, willing to help. Regardless of the outcome, they were incredibly grateful for her kindness.
Yuliana sniffled, her nose reddened, and she secretly glanced at Liam. “My father has agreed to assist with the search for Lyse!
Everyone gasped in elation. They had been worried about securing the royal family’s approval to mobilize military forces. In an instant, the most challenging obstacle was removed.
“But my father has a condition, Yuliana uttered hesitantly.
With a fiery gaze in his eyes, Jeremy unhesitantly responded, “I will agree to whatever condition he has, even at the cost of my life.
Yuliana paused before stepping closer to Jonah, lifting her gaze to meet his dark eyes. “My father wants to see you at the palace, Mr. Jonah.”
Everyone was stunned, their eyes shifting to Jonah.
Jonah frowned. “He wants to see me? Why?”
Yuliana shook her head. “I don’t know. He wants you at the palace first thing tomorrow morning. If you agree to meet him, he’ll authorize the military search for Lyse. That’s his only condition.”
With a serious expression, Jonah pushed all concerns aside. “Okay. I’ll go to the palace tomorrow.”
On Rose Island, the blazing afternoon sun was finally setting. A helper changed Alyssa into a fiery red, backless dress. As she sat in a wheelchair, Jameson pushed her to view their wedding venue regardless of her wishes.
More than ten helpers were still busy refurbishing the rose garden, working tirelessly to complete the decorations so that Jameson and Alyssa could have their wedding there.
From that moment on, a beautiful woman would be the lady of this secluded island.
Alyssa silently surveyed the dazzling rose garden. Fragrant, brightly-colored roses surrounded the fountain with a goddess statue, glowing under the fiery sunset.
She loved red and roses, but the fairytale-like scene before her brought no joy. Instead, it felt like she was staring at a chilling, gloomy gravesite.
Jameson stepped into the middle of the rose garden, carefully selecting the brightest roses. With joy in his eyes, he ran back to her side. His charm, elegance, and the bright look on his face made him appear youthful and innocent, with no trace of wickedness. Just by looking at him, one could never associate him with murder, abuse, or any of the bloodiest crimes.
“Lyse.” Jameson was sweating, his breathing uneven. He got down on one knee and presented the bouquet of red roses to Alyssa. She lowered her gaze to his hands, dirtied and bloodied by the thoms.
The darkness in her eyes was like a dried-up well-lifeless and unmoving.
Tears welled up in Jameson’s eyes, his voice hoarse from the emotions surging within him. “Will you marry me?”
Alyssa forced herself to suppress the nausea rising in her stomach. She stared at him coldly, saying nothing. Silence was all she could manage. If she spoke, she would hurl insults at him, each one a knife stabbing his heart. But she had to hold back.
Of course, she didn’t want to marry this madman. But more than that, she feared forgetting Jeremy entirely. “If you don’t say anything, I’ll take your silence as acceptance.”
Jameson smiled, his eyes brimming with the bliss of a groom-to-be. He was like a madman, deceiving everyone, including himself.
He set the roses down and pulled a red velvet box from his breast pocket. Inside was a pear-shaped, red diamond wedding ring, at least ten carats. With trembling hands, he slipped the ring slowly onto Alyssa’s limp left hand.
Alyssa choked back tears, a lump forming in her throat. A proposal, a diamond ring, a wedding… She had wanted to save all these firsts for Jeremy. But now, Jameson was stealing them, claiming them bit by bit.
At this moment, she was consumed by regret. She regretted not marrying Jeremy sooner, even if it had been a simple wedding with a small diamond ring. If she had experienced that, she would have had no regrets in life.
She had always believed that she and Jeremy had all the time in the world. But fate was unpredictable. One could never know what the next day would bring or when disaster would strike.
Jameson stood and pulled a trembling Alyssa into an embrace. Just as he was about to kiss her, a pebble rolled to his feet, disrupting the romantic atmosphere. Jameson’s gaze turned cold.
Unbeknownst to him, Remy had appeared, leaning against a stone pillar a short distance away, watching them expressionlessly.
Jameson’s expression gradually hardened, the warmth of the orange sunset in the rose garden unable to pierce the chill that now surrounded him.
Alyssa, her lashes dampened by tears, glanced at the pebble at her feet before turning to Remy.
He observed Alyssa’s reddened, swollen eyes with a detached expression and took a loud, deliberate bite from his apple.
Suddenly, a powerful urge surged within her. She trembled, gathering every ounce of strength to push herself upright, intending to walk toward Remy.
With a loud crash, her wheelchair toppled over, sending her sprawling onto the soil.
“Lyse! Are you okay?”
Jameson panicked, reaching out to lift her, but she shoved him away and screamed, “I don’t need your help. I can manage on my own!”
Gritting her teeth, Alyssa dug her hands into the earth, struggling to her feet. Though disheveled, she stood with fierce determination.
Jameson watched in disbelief. He had injected her with a tranquilizer last night. Even though it was now the next day, it should have kept her paralyzed. Logically, she shouldn’t have been able to move.
Perhaps Remy’s presence had granted her weakened body extraordinary willpower, allowing her to overcome the drug’s effects in a miraculous display of strength.
Remy paused mid-bite, his cold gaze deepening as he watched Alyssa rise from the ground. For a fleeting moment, a flicker of something stirred within his eyes.
Alyssa stared at Remy, her eyes sparkling. He was Damien; she was sure of it. He didn’t like the sea, and apples were his favorite.
“What are you doing here?’ Jameson questioned. He could feel Alyssa’s surging emotions toward Remy. He glared at Remy with icy hostility.
“I was taking a walk and happened to pass by,’ Remy replied, shifting his gaze away from Alyssa’s pale face, surveying the beautiful rose garden. “The place is lovely, but it feels… dull.”
Jameson’s face fell. “What do you mean by that?”
“It’s obvious that Ms. Alyssa isn’t willing to marry you. So, if you ask me, this rose garden might as well be a field of weeds.”
Remy finished the apple, tossing the core into the roses. “It’s not sweet enough yet.”
Jameson’s eyes reddened with anger. He clenched his hands into tight fists. “Mr. Lexington, aren’t you someone who usually obeys Sir’s commands to a tee? You wouldn’t say things you weren’t supposed to say. What’s up with you today, being all so chatty?”
