Devilish secretary - Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Chapter 116 Gift Chapter 116: Chapter 116 Gift It was late at night, and Sienna was meticulously applying her night cream, her delicate fingers dabbing the cream onto her smooth, well-maintained cheeks.

She was dressed in a provocative, silky nightwear set that revealed more than it covered.

On the bed behind her lay a man, fast asleep and completely naked, his toned body sprawled across her luxurious silk sheets.

Sienna glanced at him with a sly smile.

She had desires, after all.

She had money, power, and enough charm to have anything she wanted-even if it meant paying for a man who resembled her beloved Sebastian.

Her father would kill her if he ever found out about this secret arrangement.

To him, family reputation was far more valuable than her life.

But Sienna didn’t care.

As far as she was concerned, she wasn’t doing anything wrong.

She had a right to her pleasures.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door.

She already knew who it was.

Swinging the door open, she greeted the visitor with a sharp “What?” It was her personal maid, standing there nervously with a package in hand.

“Ma’am, you’ve received a parcel,” the maid said, her tone respectful yet wary.

Sienna eyed the package.

It was a small gift box, elegantly wrapped in dark red paper with an intricately tied black bow on top.

“Hmm…” Sienna muttered, taking the box from the maid’s hands.

She gestured toward the bed with a slight wave.

Understanding the signal, the maid blushed slightly and walked into the room, approaching the man.

She shook him gently until he woke up, blinking groggily at her.

“It’s time to leave, sir,” the maid said curtly.

The man immediately got up, hastily putting on his clothes and slipping out of the room without a word.

Sienna waved her maid away once more, and the woman quickly left, leaving her alone with the mysterious package.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, Sienna inspected the gift box.

Who could have sent this?

She smirked slightly.

This wasn’t the first time she’d received a mysterious package.

Just last month, she’d received a couple of boxes filled with roses.

A hidden admirer, perhaps?

Sienna loved admirers-it fed her ego.

Though in her heart, she still clung to the idea that she would one day marry Sebastian.

She untied the ribbon carefully, a smug smile playing on her lips.

As soon as she lifted the lid- “Ahhhhhhhh!” A loud, ear-piercing scream escaped her as a bat flew out of the box, its dark wings flapping wildly around the room.

Sienna’s heart raced as she stumbled back, her eyes wide with terror.

She hadn’t even noticed the dark red rose nestled inside the box until she looked back at it, trembling.

Her fear turned into shock when she reached into the box and picked up the rose.

The moment her fingers touched the petals, a horrible, itching sensation spread across her hands.

“Ahhh!

Ahhhh!

What is this?!” She dropped the rose immediately, clutching her hands as they began to burn and swell.

The skin on her palms turned red, the itching unbearable.

Her panicked cries echoed through the room as she stumbled toward the mirror, staring in horror at her own reflection.

Whatever was happening… it wasn’t normal.

Suddenly, the mirror in front of her shattered with a loud, ear-splitting crash, sending shards of glass scattering across the floor.

Sienna froze, her heart pounding in her chest, her wide eyes darting toward the source of the noise.

Among the glittering shards lay the red rose, now ominously at her feet.

Her breath hitched as she stepped back instinctively, but the sharp edges of the glass bit into her bare feet.

A sharp pain shot through her, and she gasped, lifting her foot to see blood beginning to trickle.

Anger flared in her eyes, burning hotter than her fear.

Who dared to send her this wretched thing?

Snatching up the rose, she held it tightly in her trembling hand, her nails digging into the stem.

“You think this will scare me?!” she spat, her voice shaking with rage.

Determined to destroy it, she gripped a petal and tried to pluck it off, her Anger driving her actions.

But the rose wouldn’t give in.

The petals stayed tightly closed, refusing to tear no matter how hard she tried.

“What the…?” she whispered, her voice faltering as panic began to creep back in.

She pulled harder, her hand shaking with effort, but it was no use.

The rose stayed perfect and untouched, almost as if it was mocking her struggle.

Suddenly, a sharp sting pierced her finger.

She gasped, looking down to see blood beading on her fingertip where one of the thorns had cut her.

Her breath quickened as fear washed over her.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the rose, now smeared with her blood, the crimson blending eerily with the dark red petals.

*** Meanwhile, Lilith lay beside the sleeping girl, her eyes half-closed.

A faint smirk played on her lips, her expression unreadable, yet there was an unmistakable edge of satisfaction.

Her smirk deepened into a strange, almost sinister smile.

That’s right.

She could feel it now, her power, though faint, was beginning to return.

Slowly but surely, her soul was adjusting to this human body.

Lilith’s sharp blue eyes glinted in the dim light as she stared up at the ceiling, her thoughts calm yet dangerous.

Her power might still be weak, but it was more than enough to deal with creepy humans like Sienna and Grandma Bria.

“Now it’s your turn, creepy Grandma…” Lilith thought, her smirk growing as she closed her eyes, her devilish energy stirring faintly around her.

— In her grand, dimly lit bedroom, Grandma Bria lay sprawled across her lavish bed, snoring loudly.

The heavy curtains were drawn shut, keeping the moonlight at bay, leaving the room bathed in shadows.

She slept alone, as always.

Her husband, Arthur, refused to share a bed with her anymore.

He had withdrawn to his own room years ago, immersing himself completely in his art.

His paintings, now worth millions worldwide, consumed his days and nights.

He rarely came out, only appearing when he wanted to see his son and grandchildren and he showed little–almost no concern for their lives or affairs.

But Grandma Bria didn’t care.

She held on to her power and control, enjoying the fear she caused in others, especially Rose.