Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Jeremy’s eyes blazed red with fury. Like a wounded beast, he roared and fired round after round at the glass shed.
Seeing Jameson kiss Alyssa was a torment far worse than being torn apart or devoured alive. Yet, the bullets merely bounced off the glass.
To his shock, the shed was made of bulletproof glass. A simple handgun wouldn’t break through. Out of bullets, Jeremy panted as he scrambled to reload.
Just as he was about to do so, Jameson pulled away from Alyssa’s lips. In a frigid voice, he said, “Don’t waste your energy. The firearm won’t break this place down.”
Jeremy’s tall frame trembled. “Jameson, stop the nonsense! You’re doing this to take revenge on me! Lyse is innocent. Let her go, and I’ll stay here. If you want to settle this with me once and for all, I’ll comply!”
*Jeremy, I’m not interested in your worthless life.”
Jameson sneered. “I’ve told you, I want to see how deep your love for Alyssa goes. Prove it to me.”
As he spoke, the goddess statue behind him started moving, revealing a secret passage underground. A female attendant emerged, carrying a tray. She approached Jameson with respect.
Jeremy could see a red mahogany box on the tray. His heart pounded uncontrollably. A feeling of suffocation, one that felt worse than death, spread through his stiffened limbs.
Jameson picked up the mahogany box and opened it. Inside were three pills-one white, one gray, one black.
The three pills were displayed openly before Jeremy’s eyes.
*I have three pills here. They were the first and only wedding gift I received after bringing Lyse to Rose Island.”
Jameson picked up one of the pills, holding it between his fingers. He narrowed his eyes as he examined it. ‘The person who gave me these pills told me that if Lyse takes all three, she will be mine forever. She will belong to me.
Jeremy’s bloodshot eyes widened in shock. He clenched his fist and smashed it against the glass pane.
“But I couldn’t bear to.” Jameson held the pill in his palm, exhaling slowly. “Because the person who gave me the pills also said that whoever takes them will endure excruciating pain. I can’t bear to let Lyse suffer.
*I feel conflicted. I don’t know what happens when someone consumes these. But I’m really curious. So, I came up with an idea…”
As he spoke, he approached Jeremy with the mahogany box.
Their eyes met through the glass pane, one man a vile criminal, the other a man driven to desperation by his agony.
*Swallow these three pills.” Jameson’s lips curled into a merciless, cruel smirk. “Prove your love for Lyse.”
Jeremy stared at those three pills in shock. The coldness of the unknown surged and stirred within his chest.
Jameson was a schemer, a man who thrived on manipulation. Every word he spoke could be part of an elaborate ploy. Maybe these pills were poison, a way to kill him without the mess of bloodshed.
“If I take all of them, will you let Lyse go?” Jeremy’s voice cracked, hoarse with pain.
Jameson chuckled nonchalantly. “Of course.”
‘Did you think that I would believe you? Show yourself or get those lapdogs of yours to come at me if you want me dead. Let’s fight face-to-face. If not, you might as well just shoot me.”
Jeremy then slammed his fist into the glass and added, “Don’t use such a vicious tactic. I won’t fall for it!”
“Choose between the two,” Jameson said, his grin widening. “If it’s not you, it’ll be her. The decision is yours, Jeremy.”
Jeremy’s heart was wrenched. “Jameson, don’t you dare touch Lyse!”
‘It looks like you’ve made your choice. Jameson picked up the black pill and pocketed the others, just in case Jeremy had any other tricks up his sleeve. “Just this one then. Besides, I don’t want to force you into doing something you’re not willing to anyway.”
“Give me all of them!” Jeremy demanded, seeing through the deception. He had no hesitation. “I’ll do what you want. Just let Lyse go.”
He knew from the start that he had no choice. Resistance might push Jameson to hurt Alyssa-or worse, force her to take something lethal. The longer he complied, the more time he bought for Jonah and the others to save her. They were already on their way.
Even if the pills were poison, he would just have to hold out against them.
He must!
Moments later, almost elusively, that female helper showed up before Jeremy with the medicine box in her hands. “Alright, prove it to me,” Jameson demanded, excitement flickering behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
Jeremy looked down, the pills cold in his palm. Seconds ticked by.
Just as Jameson opened his mouth to mock him, Jeremy threw back his head and swallowed all three pills.
As if they were connected, Alyssa’s fingers twitched at that moment, her lashes fluttering though she remained unconscious.
Jameson’s pupils dilated. No one could anticipate the reaction or outcome of the medication Justin provided. Yet, Jeremy had consumed the pills with reckless abandon, swallowing them all at once instead of taking them individually. Was he truly fearless?
The man before him was fearless, strong, and unrestrained-qualities that set him apart from every other man. Even those who admired Jeremy were unworthy by comparison.
Jameson could only stare. He then cried out in anguish, tears streaming down.
Until now, he had never thought his love was any lesser than Jeremy’s. But now he saw the truth-he could never measure up to Jeremy.
Even if he were to spend his entire life loving Alyssa, or if everything went back to square one, he was still far from Jeremy’s standards.
Soon, the pills started taking effect in Jeremy’s body; his pupils constricted and then dilated all of a sudden.
His eyes felt like they were about to burst from their sockets, his heart pounded, and his nerves screamed in agony.
Jeremy groaned in pain. He eventually succumbed to the pills and fell onto his knees heavily.
Jeremy felt a pain unlike any he had ever known. It wasn’t a physical agony like having flesh torn away, but a slow, excruciating torture akin to being slowly sliced by a blunt blade. It was a hundred times worse than dying instantly.
His mind raced through a chaotic sequence of images, like a black-and-white movie playing backward. He saw people retreating and leaving-Javier, Anne, Newton, Landon, Lauren, Jonah, Axel…
He reached out desperately, trying to grasp any of them, but they were slipping away, one by one.
Finally, the image settled on Alyssa’s radiant face. “Lyse… Don’t go…”
Tears streaming down his face, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her. But she dissolved into golden dust, vanishing into the frigid air.
“No!”
A beep sounded in his ear as if everything had been reset. Darkness enveloped him, and he fell unconscious. Now, there was just silence.
Jameson stood motionless, staring at the fallen man. He wasn’t sure if he was dead, but deep down, he was devastated.
Jameson then heard footsteps approaching from behind. He turned to see Remy emerging from the underground tunnel.
With an emotionless look on his face, Remy picked Alyssa up in a princess carry.
*The Taylors have arrived on the island.” Without even a glance at Jameson, Remy’s voice dripped with barely concealed hatred. “Sir is leaving you to clean up. I’m sure you have no objections, right, Mr. Schmidt?”
Jameson stood motionless, his face pale. Though impeccably dressed, he looked like a man who had been thoroughly used and discarded.
He had been drained of all his worth-now thrown away like trash.
The opening in the statue of the goddess closed back up slowly.
Jameson scoffed, laughing at himself bitterly. “Jameson Schmidt, your life has been a big mistake. If reincamation exists…”
Before he could finish, the deafening roar of a helicopter overhead drowned out his words. It hovered above, casting its shadow over the glass shed.
Then, there was a thunderous crash, and with that, the seemingly indestructible glass shed was destroyed. Glass shards rained down, cutting Jameson’s neck, cheeks, and arms. Yet he remained unmoving.
“Bastard! Go to hell!” Axel, eyes blazing with fury, charged at Jameson, kicking him to the ground.
“I will kill you… I will kill you!” Axel stomped down on his back, pulling out his gun and pressing it against the back of Jameson’s head.
“Axel, don’t!” Jonah shouted, pushing Axel aside.
A gunshot rang out.
Jonah had been quick enough to deflect Axel’s aim, but the bullet still struck Jameson’s left shoulder, only missing his head by inches.
‘I’ve lost, Lyse.” Jameson fell limply to the ground. With his head pressed against the ground, he turned his head to look at the unconscious Jeremy nearby. He let out a hollow, bitter laugh. “I’ve lost to him… completely.”
A mysterious manor sat at the top of a mountain in Kontina. The green scenery around it was enchanting.
In a dimly lit bedroom, a calm and soothing incense burned quietly in an antique burner. Burton smoke drifted through the air, dispelling all traces of unease, restlessness, and noise from the room.
