Devilish secretary - Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Chapter 147 Beautiful Chapter 147: Chapter 147 Beautiful “Lilith,” he said again, stepping closer, “I just want to…” But before he could finish…

Lilith held up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence.

Her icy blue eyes locked onto his.

“Don’t.

Whatever nonsense you’re about to say!

I don’t want to hear it.” Her voice was Cold.

Uninterested.

Final.

Ethan exhaled loudly, clapping his hands together.

“Alright!

Enough drama for one night.

Let’s go eat!” Nova and Ava nodded eagerly, ready to leave.

Embarrassed, Rayan just left.

He didn’t want to make a fool of himself.

Even Lilith was about to move when- “After the beautiful performance of Lilith Parker…

we have another talented guest performing the piano!” The host’s voice rang across the venue.

The crowd stilled, all eyes drawn back to the stage again.

“She is none other than…

Rose Carter!” Cheers erupted with claps, murmurs, and excitement filling the air.

“She must be talented!” “Of course!

She’s a Carter!

Just like her brother-brilliant in business, brilliant in everything!” But in the middle of all that noise, Rose stood frozen.

Her fingers curled into fists as she slowly turned her head, her gaze locking onto the far side of the venue.

There, Grandma Bria and Sienna stood watching.

Sienna’s smile was sickly sweet, her eyes filled with fake innocence.

‘Oh no, Rose!

I signed your name without asking.

But you wouldn’t refuse, would you?

You wouldn’t want to embarrass the Carter name.’ That’s what her expression screamed.

Grandma Bria wasn’t even hiding it.

Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, a wicked smirk pulling at her wrinkled lips.

They planned this.

They knew Rose would struggle.

They wanted to humiliate her.

To make her fail.

Rose’s heart pounded, her chest felt tight.

Fear?

No.

Disappointment.

Grandma.

The woman she had once loved.

The woman who was supposed to protect her, she had just proven- She never saw Rose as family.

Rose lifted her chin, her little face turning completely emotionless.

She had no grandmother.

Not anymore.

*** When Rose didn’t step onto the stage, people began whispering among themselves.

“How embarrassing.

A Carter who doesn’t even know how to play the piano?” “She’s crying… does she even belong in high society?” The whispers grew louder, judgmental gazes piercing through Rose like tiny daggers.

Rose bit her lip, her shoulders trembling but before she could break, warm arms wrapped around her.

Lilith.

“No need,” Lilith said firmly, pulling her close.

The warmth was too much.

Too safe.

Too comforting.

Rose’s tears burst out uncontrollably, staining Lilith’s dress.

“I can’t, Sister Lilith…

I can’t do it…” Lilith cupped her cheeks, wiping away her tears with soft fingers.

“Yes, you can.” Rose shook her head, struggling to breathe between sobs.

“Let’s go.” Ethan stepped forward, expression dark.

“She doesn’t need to prove anything.” Lilith ignored him.

Her eyes remained locked onto Rose’s, firm but kind.

“You don’t have to prove anything to them,” she whispered, “but you need to prove something to yourself.” Rose blinked.

“You’re not weak, Rose.

You never were.

And tonight, you’re going to show them.” She took Rose’s hand.

The girl stared at their intertwined fingers, warmth slowly chasing away the coldness inside her.

“Come with me.” Lilith gently pulled her forward, guiding her toward the stage.

Sienna’s smile faltered.

Grandma Bria’s eyes narrowed.

Neither of them had expected this.

The crowd fell into an eerie silence.

Lilith sat down on the piano bench, pulling Rose beside her.

Rose’s small hands trembled.

“But I don’t know how to play, Sister Lilith…

I only know how to draw…” Lilith smiled softly.

“Then draw with your fingers, Rose.” Rose’s brows furrowed.

“Music is just another way of painting a picture.

Instead of a brush, we use sound.” She lifted Rose’s hands and placed them gently on the piano keys.

“Close your eyes.” Rose hesitated, then obeyed.

Lilith covered Rose’s hands with her own, her fingers lightly pressing down.

A single note echoed through the hall.

Soft.

Gentle.

Then another.

Lilith moved Rose’s fingers, guiding her across the keys, whispering with each press.

“Imagine your brush gliding across the canvas…” Another note.

“Each key is a different color.” A soft melody started to bloom.

“This one is blue…

like the sky.” A deep note.

“This one is golden…

like the sun.” A delicate high key.

“And this…

is red…

like the warmth in your heart.” The music began to flow, slow but steady, as Lilith continued to guide her.

Rose felt something change inside her.

She wasn’t just pressing keys.

She was painting.

Her fingers moved more confidently, following Lilith’s touch.

And then- Lilith slowly let go.

The music didn’t stop.

Rose’s hands kept playing, on their own.

She didn’t even realize.

The hall was completely silent.

No whispers.

No judgment.

Just the sound of a little girl, painting her first masterpiece with music.

Tears silently rolled down Rose’s cheeks.

Not from fear.

Not from pain.

But from something else.

Something new.

Something…

beautiful.

When the last note faded into the air, Rose’s hands hovered over the keys.

She slowly opened her eyes.

And saw- The crowd.

Staring.

Silent.

Completely in awe.

Then, like a wave- Applause.

Loud.

Thunderous.

Echoing through the entire venue.

Rose’s eyes widened, lips parting slightly.

T-hey…They were clapping for her.

Sienna’s face was frozen in disbelief.

Grandma Bria’s hands trembled.

Lilith smiled, ruffling Rose’s hair.

“See?

I told you.” Rose turned, looking at her with wide, shining eyes.

And then, she threw herself into Lilith’s arms, sobbing once more.

But this time- She wasn’t crying out of fear.

She was crying because, for the first time, she truly felt free.

Ethan, who had always known how insecure Rose was about not being good at many things, felt his chest tighten.

His eyes turned glassy, a rare moment of emotion slipping through.

But before anyone could notice, he quickly wiped his eyes and cleared his throat.

“Tsk… dust in my eyes,” he muttered under his breath.

His gaze flickered to Lilith.

His cousin really hit the jackpot.

Where did he even find such an amazing woman?

She was cold on the outside, ruthless when needed, yet her heart was the warmest thing he had ever seen.

He felt a twinge of jealousy.

“Maybe I should ask Lilith if she has a sister…” he mused, rubbing his chin.

Finding a woman like her was rare€“no, impossible.