Devilish secretary - Chapter 117

Chapter 117: Chapter 117 You can€™t hide from karma Chapter 117: Chapter 117 You can€™t hide from karma As she snored loudly, a faint rustling sound echoed through the room.

The air grew heavier, colder, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped.

The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to shift, stretching and twisting unnaturally.

But Grandma Bria, lost in her dreams, remained oblivious.

The rustling grew louder, like whispers skittering across the walls, closing in on her bed.

Suddenly, the chandelier above her bed began to sway gently, the crystals clinking together softly.

A small gust of air passed through the room, though all the windows were tightly shut.

The old woman stirred, her snoring faltering for a moment before continuing.

At the foot of the bed, a soft red glow appeared, flickering like a tiny ember.

It pulsed gently in the dark, casting strange shadows on the walls as it slowly moved closer to the sleeping old women.

And then… “Bria…” A low, raspy voice echoed through the room, soft yet bone-chilling.

Grandma Bria’s eyes shot open, her body freezing as she stared into the dark, her breath catching in her throat.

“Who’s there?” she croaked, her voice trembling slightly.

The only response was the rustling sound again, growing louder, surrounding her.

Her heart raced as the red glow grew brighter, casting a faint light that made her ornate furniture look twisted and eerie.

And then, as if from nowhere, a single dark rose appeared on her bedside table, its petals glistening as though drenched in blood.

Grandma Bria’s face turned pale, her hands trembling as she reached for the rose, her voice weak.

“What… is this?” The moment her fingers brushed the petals, a sharp pain shot through her hand, and she screamed, pulling back as tiny thorn-like marks appeared on her palm, oozing black liquid.

Her scream echoed through the house, but no one came.

In the stillness that followed, a faint, mocking laugh seemed to drift from the shadows, chilling the air.

Grandma Bria trembled, clutching her hand tightly as tears of fear filled her eyes, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Grandma Bria’s panic spiraled out of control as she gripped the edge of her blanket tightly, her wide, frightened eyes darting around the room.

“Please don’t kill me, Alice… don’t kill me… don’t kill me!” she screamed, her voice trembling with fear.

“I know you’re still here!

You want revenge against me, don’t you?

I hired a master to lock you up!

I spent millions on that master to trap you… millions!” Her voice cracked as she muttered to herself like a lunatic, rocking slightly on the bed.

Alice… Alice was the original grandmother of Sebastian and Rose.

The real one.

Yes, Grandma Bria was the one who got rid of Alice.

Brutally.

She had taken her place in the family, killing Alice in a way so cruel it still haunted her dreams.

She had feared that Alice’s soul might return one day to take revenge.

That’s why she had spent millions hiring a so-called master to trap Alice’s spirit.

She thought money could shield her from the consequences of her actions.

But deep down, she had always known… You can’t hide from karma.

Lilith, sitting beside the sleeping Rose, frowned slightly.

Her power was weak, but she could sense the old woman’s fear, almost feel the panic vibrating through the air.

She closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus on reading Grandma Bria’s lips through the faint threads of her power.

It’s fun to mess with these creepy humans, she thought with a smirk, though her brow twitched slightly in concentration.

But something about Grandma Bria’s muttering caught her attention.

The old woman’s lips moved frantically, repeating the name “Alice” over and over.

Lilith’s smirk widened.

Looks like the old lady’s losing it.

Her blue eyes glinted faintly in the dark room as she leaned back.

“Looks like it’s time to meet this Grandma Bria in person,” Lilith muttered to herself, her lips curling into a wicked smile.

However Lilith eyes narrowed ‘Allice’…she have guess in her heart who is she…

*** The next morning, Lilith was in a deep, undisturbed sleep.

Rose had already left for school, making sure not to disturb her sister.

Rose thought it was fine if Lilith slept a little longer-after all, she deserved some rest.

But after Rose left, someone quietly entered the room and gently closed the door behind them.

With slow, deliberate steps, the figure approached the bed.

It was none other than Gray.

Standing by her side, he looked down at her sleeping form, his expression softening.

Lilith looked so peaceful, her features relaxed and calm, a stark contrast to her usual sharpness.

Without a word, he bent down and carefully scooped her into his arms.

Lilith stirred slightly, instinctively nestling closer to his chest, her head resting against him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Gray’s heartbeat quickened, pounding against his ribcage.

He tightened his hold on her as he carried her out of the room, his steps silent and measured.

Once in his own room, Gray placed her gently onto his bed.

The dark, luxurious sheets contrasted beautifully with her fair skin, making her look even more ethereal.

He knelt beside her, his sharp eyes tracing every delicate feature of her face.

Slowly, his rough fingers trailed down from her forehead to her nose, lingering on her plump lips.

He paused there, his hand trembling slightly as dark, forbidden thoughts began to creep into his mind.

I should take control over every part of her… Her body.

Her mind.

Her soul.

The thought made his heart race even faster, a dangerous glint flickering in his dark eyes.

Lilith would like me more… His gaze grew darker as his fingers brushed her lips ever so lightly, the contact sending a surge of heat through his veins.

I’ll cage her with me forever… His eyes flashed, the shadows of his thoughts deepening as he stared at her face, completely captivated.

For now, she was his-here, in his room, on his bed.

The idea filled him with both excitement and possessiveness, his emotions swirling uncontrollably.

Gray leaned closer, his lips just a breath away from her ear.

“Mine,” he whispered softly, his voice low and husky, a dangerous promise hidden within the single word.