Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Axel, with his military academy training, was usually in peak form, but after spending the entire night on the icy sea, he was thoroughly spent. His lips had begun to turn purple, and he shivered silently from the cold, gritting his teeth as he looked at Jeremy.
Looking pallid, charming, and determined, Jeremy stood tall like a drawn sword. There was not a single hint of tiredness or uncertainty within him.
Axel sighed quietly. In his life, he had never met anyone he considered better than himself- until today-Jeremy proved to be the exception.
This island is quite sizable. I’m afraid that it’ll be difficult for both of us to perform a search. How about if we sneak in quietly and see what we can find?”
“No need for that. We’ll march right in, Jeremy said in a raspy voice. At the same time, he had a frigid and confident gaze.
Axel was shocked. “Say what?”
“I saw a shadow darting through the woods just now. Whoever it was will be reporting our arrival to Jameson soon.”
Jeremy’s keen eyes swept the area as he drew his gun from his waistband, gripping it firmly.” With just the two of us, a thorough search is impossible. We might as well dive in headfirst and use ourselves as bait to lure the viper out!”
The warm, early morning sun bathed Rose Island in golden light. The fine, white sand on the beach shimmered with a dazzling radiance.
The bedroom Alyssa was in was as dark as night. Heavy, luxurious velvet curtains blocked out the sunlight completely.
In such an atmosphere, someone exhausted from a night of struggle could easily sleep through the day. But Jameson woke up early.
After a night of relentless nightmares, he was drenched in cold sweat, his face ashen. The moment he opened his eyes, he reached out frantically, his hands trembling.
He exhaled in relief when he felt the warmth of Alyssa’s body beside him. Then, he sat up in bed.
The bed was a mess, not from lovemaking but from Alyssa’s frenzied struggles the night before.
At the very last moment, Jameson forced himself to suppress his urge to dominate her.
He leaned weakly against the headboard, watching Alyssa’s delicate face as she slept. His chapped, pale lips curled into a relieved and blissful smile.
Slowly, he lifted his hand and gently stroked the face he loved so deeply. His touch lingered; he was reluctant to pull away.
You’re just too good to be true, I can’t take my eyes off of you; you’d be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much…”
Jameson softly sang one of his favorite love songs, his voice low and husky as he traced Alyssa’s nose with the tip of his finger.
The emotions choking him made his voice crack, go off-key, and unbearable to hear.
Alyssa couldn’t hear him either. Still, he knew that if he didn’t sing to her now, he might never have the chance again.
“Good morning, Lyse.” Jameson leaned forward and planted a kiss on her forehead.
He was really tempted to address her as “Mrs. Schmidt”. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to say it for some reason.
Deep down, he was well aware that even if they had a wedding and shared the same bed, Alyssa would never actually be his-not for even a moment.
In this final moment, he refused to lie to himself any longer.
A knock sounded, and a helper entered with a tray. “Mr. Schmidt, it’s time for your medications.”
As the helper approached, she noticed the raw, hideous wound on his chest. Her eyes widened in shock, and she nearly dropped the tray. “Mr. Schmidt, you’re hurt! I’ll get the doctor to bandage it right away!”
“No need for that. It’s nothing.”
The wound exposed his flesh and could easily become infected. Even so, Jameson lowered his eyes, picked up the gold framed glasses from the bedside table, and put them on. His bloodshot eyes looked tired and wom
He picked up a small saucer of painkillers, tipped them into his mouth, and swallowed them. Then, he took a syringe of adrenaline and injected it into his vein with practiced ease.
The truth was, the pain had woken him up this morning. His insides felt like they were being sliced by a knife a constant reminder that his days were numbered.
“Jarneson.”
A frigid and deep voice sounded.
Jameson narrowed his eyes and looked up to see Remy approaching, tall and urgent.
“It’s time for you to wake up from your dream. Jeremy and that secret agent from the Taylor family, Mr. Axel, have arrived at the island. I need to take Ms. Alyssa away now. These are Sir’s orders.
Jameson looked exceptionally calm. He stared at Alyssa’s sleeping face with a fiery gaze. “You can take Lyse away, but not right now.”
Remy’s gaze turned cold. “How dare you go against Sir’s orders?”
‘As I said-not right now.” Jameson covered his mouth and let out a few deep coughs.
As he lowered his hand, he quickly curled his fingers inward to hide the blood on his palm. “Love, hate, and all these grudges-Jeremy and I have been at odds for so long. Today is the day to settle our scores. This is such a critical moment. How could Lyse not be by my side?”
Remy furrowed his brows, his expression one of bewilderment as if he were facing a mad doomsayer.
“What in the world are you going to co?”
*I know that Sir has always had some feelings for Lyse. It was just that he wasn’t willing to show it.”
Jameson stopped coughing. Slowly and elegantly, he buttoned up his shirt as if this were a regular morning. “But, even if Sir were to have Lyse, he’d just be like me-unable to win her heart. It would be a mere pipe dream. Her heart will always belong to Jeremy. Unless..
With a frigid gaze, Remy asked in a deep voice, “Unless what?”
“Remy, if you are truly devoted to Sir, you need to do as I say.”
Jameson held Alyssa’s hand. He lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand. While caressing her hand lovingly with his fingers, he said, “This will be the last time. Let this count as me repaying Sir for saving my life back then.”
The terrains on Rose Island were not as complex or rugged as the other undeveloped islands.
Jeremy and Axel moved swiftly through the woods, their speed and agility reminiscent of cheetahs and tigers. Both were top performers from the military academy, with Jeremy particularly skilled in wilderness battles.
As long as Alyssa hadn’t been secretly moved, finding her would be a matter of time.
Before venturing deep into the woods, they had contacted Jonah. Using the Third Eye, they pinpointed the island’s location and scanned its surroundings. No ships, speedboats, or any vessels were spotted along the shore.
Even if Jameson tried to escape by boat with Alyssa, he wouldn’t make it out of Kontina’s waters without being detected immediately.
In other words, he could only escape using an aircraft. However, this island was not large, and the noise from an aircraft would betray his plans.
‘Jeremy, there’s a huge manor up front!’
Through a pair of binoculars, Axel spotted a white building covered in vines hidden between the layers of trees in the woods.
Jeremy took the binoculars from him and looked through them. His heart pounded so hard that it felt like it was beating out of his heaving chest.
*Could Lyse and Jameson be in there?”
Axel’s eyes lit up with hope. Even his voice started to tremble from his nervousness. “After all, we’ve been running for so long, and we haven’t seen a decent-looking house. This has to be it!”
With his black tactical gloves still on, Jeremy tightened his fists. His chest felt constricted as he commanded, Transmit the exact location to Jonah and the others. Let’s head out and check it ourselves!”
Just then, Jeremy and Axel froze, their eyes widening in shock. The sudden sound of cracking branches echoed through the quiet woods.
Remy, clad in a black T-shirt, overalls, and Dr. Martens boots, emerged casually from the depths of the forest, exuding an intimidating presence.
Despite being calm, he was ready to kill.
Just like this, he revealed himself openly, indifferent to whether Jeremy and Axel recognized him.
Remy’s face was an immense shock to Axel and Jeremy, a staggering sight that hit them with the force of a bombshell. Axel, in particular, stared in disbelief, a quiver in his voice as he cried out, “Damien! Damien, is that really you?”
Remy, however, stared back with a cold, emotionless gaze, his eyes as still as a tranquil pond.
*Axel, calm down. Have a good look!”
Jeremy, though internally stunned, managed to steady himself. Having never met Damien alive and only seeing him in the Taylors’ family photos, he was able to quickly calm down.
With a tense jaw, he remarked, “Damien was reported dead in a plane crash. It’s been years, and they never recovered his body. How could he still be alive?
*This could be someone who merely resembles Damien, a ploy by Jameson to throw us off. Axel, keep your wits about you. Don’t let yourself be fooled!”
When Remy heard Jeremy’s words, he couldn’t help but frown.
