Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Jameson’s helpers and subordinates filled the area outside the garden.
Remy was also among them. He stood at the very front with an expressionless look on his face. He watched as Alyssa walked into the blood-red field of roses, unwilling and constrained in Jameson’s arms. He saw the suffering, hatred, and misery etched on her pallid face.
So dazzling, yet so broken.
For some reason, a tightness built in his chest. The unfamiliar discomfort made him furrow his brows.
A witness, arranged by Jameson, approached in a priest’s outfit.
Suddenly, Jameson tightened his grip on Alyssa, forcing her to turn and face Remy, who stood a short distance away. “Mr. Lexington, please step forward.”
Surprise flickered across Remy’s cold face, but he walked over anyway.
“I heard Lyse call you Damien. It seems you resemble that family member of hers who died in a plane crash.’
Jameson pulled Alyssa in by her trembling waist. With a sincere smile on his face, he said, It’s been a long time since Lyse left home. I’m sure she misses home and her family very much. So, I’d like you to be our witness. Seeing you here will make her feel more at ease- like she’s home.’
Alyssa’s bloodshot eyes widened in shock as she stared at him in disbelief.
By doing this, Jameson made it seem as if he was considerate of Alyssa’s feelings, showing how much he cared for her. But all Alyssa felt was a wrenching pain in her heart, and it sickened her.
He was killing her from the inside.
“Are you joking, Mr. Schmidt?’ Remy glanced at a pale Alyssa, then looked at Jameson with disdain. He scoffed, “I’m not Ms. Alyssa’s family, nor am I your friend. Why should I be a witness to your marriage?
“It already makes me feel sick to be standing here. Yet, you want me to participate? You disgust me.’
Alyssa’s reddened eyes glistened with tears. She stared at Remy pitifully.
Remy’s lashes quivered slightly before he looked away and turned around. He wasn’t sure if he simply didn’t want to watch or couldn’t bear to
Even though Remy refused to do the honors, Jameson wasn’t peeved. He stared lovingly at the stiff woman in his arms.
In a tone overflowing with the joy of a groom-to-be, Jameson remarked, “Oh well, it doesn’t matter. It makes no difference as long as the heavens bear witness for us.”
A lump formed in his throat, and his eyes filled with tears as he looked up at the tall and exquisite goddess statue.
The female goddess’ eyes were half-closed, looking majestic, dignified, and sacred. The statue bore a striking resemblance to Alyssa, as Jameson had it carved to mirror her appearance.
Outside the glass shed, violently swaying trees cast vicious shadows on the ground beneath thern, making this wedding eerie, chilling, and dismal.
“With the heavens as my witness, I, Jameson Schmidt, take Ms. Alyssa Taylor as my wife today.”
Jameson pried Alyssa’s clenched fist open, forcing her to interlace her fingers with his. In a croaky voice, he swore, “From this day forward, whether blissfully sweet or plain and boring, I will love and protect her for the rest of my life. To have and to hold, to love and to cherish.
“I will love her forever, until I breathe my last breath. Till death do us part.”
With tears streaming down her ghostly pale face, Alyssa struggled to free her hand from his hold, but her efforts were in vain.
This wasn’t a wedding.
This was torture, one that was akin to being burned alive.
When the wedding ended, the storm subsided a little.
Thanks to the coastal winds, Alyssa was completely soaked. Her entire body shook from the cold as Jameson carried her back into the room.
“Lyse, I’ll take you to bathe.” Jameson lowered her onto the bed and leaned in to kiss her.
Alyssa glared at him, rolling over angrily. “I’m not taking a bath. I don’t want to!”
Jameson’s eyes lingered on her trembling shoulder blades. He chuckled tenderly. “Are you feeling shy? We’re married now…”
“We… are married?” Alyssa gritted her teeth, each word dripping with the hatred she wished to unleash upon him.
“Jameson, it’s about time your nonsensical, disgusting, and unrealistic game of playing house ends.”
“It’s not unrealistic, Lyse. We just had our wedding. You are my wife now.”
Jameson’s sharp eyes filled with his brewing desire to consume her. Suddenly, he turned her supple body around and pressed himself on her.
“Jameson! Don’t touch me!’
Looking up at the man whose eyes were filled with lust, Alyssa was overwhelmed by terror as she struggled with all her might.
“There’s enough time.”
Jameson breathed heavily as he unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. “There’s still enough time for us to consummate our marriage and enjoy each other until morning.”
At first, Jameson had no intention of touching her. His love for her was so profound that he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He was well aware that this wedding was far from perfect, decent, or presentable. In fact, it was almost absurd. But the fact that she refused to even pretend or put on a show during his final days was unbearable.
Alyssa watched as Jameson’s chest was gradually exposed, a bead of sweat trailing down his sculpted abs, his skin flushed with a pink hue of arousal.
Her eyes widened in terror, her face burning with embarrassment.
It hurt. It hurt all over.
Pain spread throughout her insides and to every nerve ending.
Just as his hands reached to tear her nightgown, he caught a glint of cold steel in his peripheral vision. He held his breath.
Somehow, Alyssa had gotten her hands on a sharp knife. She had positioned it right at his chest in the blink of an eye.
She would be airing at his heart if she moved it a little to the side.
Where did you get that from, Lyse?’ After a moment of shock, Jameson smiled gently. He didn’t even bat an eyelid.
“If you dare to touch me.. I will kill you!” Alyssa screamed. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her hand trembled as she gripped the knife.
When she visited Remy that day, he hurriedly left, forgetting to put away the knife he had used to cut apples. She took the opportunity to snatch it and tuck it away under her pillow.
Despite being able to move, the tranquilizer rendered her incapable of using any energy. At this point, she was draining every last bit of strength she possessed.
If he tried to touch her again, she would kill him. She certainly would!
Jameson’s lips curled into a slight smile, tenderness in his eyes as he leaned closer.
The tip of the knife slowly pressed into his chest.
“You..” Alyssa was nearly overwhelmed, struggling to keep a firm grip on the knife.
“Lyse, I don’t have much longer to live.” Jameson’s body shook with pain, his blood trickling down the knife. “I’ve been diagnosed with a terminal illness. My days are numbered. Will you stay with me during my final days?”
You’ve committed countless evils… You’ve killed so many innocent people. This is the retribution you deserve!”
Tears streaming down her face, Alyssa roared with fury, “Jameson, do you think you deserve a peaceful end? That’s impossible!
“You pushed for the wedding quickly because you received word that the island had been compromised. You’re well aware you can’t stay hidden much longer.
“Listen… I want you arrested alive! I want you to stand trial, make a public apology, and be judged fairly so that the souls of the dead can find peace!”
Initially, she had not wanted to fight him so aggressively. But she realized he wanted her to surrender completely during his final days.
She belonged to Jeremy and Jeremy alone. She would rather die than let him touch her.
“Yes, you’re right.” Jameson laughed harshly, his gaunt, chiseled face twisting in a grimace.” Lyse, you know I’m wicked, a devil. If I can’t get what I want, neither will Jeremy.”
As he spoke, he wrenched the knife from her grasp, ignoring the cut it made on his chest.
The next second, he had her wrists pinned above her head, his lips crashing onto hers with a forceful intensity. The deep, overpowering kiss made her feel like he was trying to devour her, to keep her locked inside him forever.
The chilly night gave way to dawn, and a speedboat cut through the turbulent waters, approaching Rose Island.
Jeremy and Axel disembarked, their black outfits drenched from the sea.
