Devilish secretary - Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Chapter 150 I Hate you Chapter 150: Chapter 150 I Hate you Ray squeezed his head between his hands, pressing his palms against his ears to drown them out.

“No…

stop…” “I’m real.

I am real.

I AM REAL!” His chest heaved violently, panic clawing its way up his throat as his thoughts spiraled into a dark abyss.

His body curled in on itself as the weight of suffocation crushed him.

The rain kept pouring, soaking his clothes, his skin-but he didn’t feel it.

Everything felt distant.

Like he was fading.

Like he was already disappearing.

Miss mystery.

He had to get back to her.

Even if the voices in his head told him he wasn’t supposed to exist.

Even if everything was trying to erase him.

She was real.

And as long as she remembered him, he was real too.

With shaking limbs, Ray pushed himself up from the freezing pavement, his breath uneven, his entire body trembling.

He had to go back.

Back to his Miss Mystery.

Back to the only person who had ever seen him.

*** Lilith’s hands trembled as she gripped her phone, dialing assistant Quinn.

The ringing felt like it lasted an eternity before a groggy voice answered, “Who’s speaking…” Quinn mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“Where are you?

Where did Huma…Sebastian go?” Lilith’s voice was sharp, cold, and full of demand.

The strong force in her tone woke Quinn up suddenly.

“He must be sleeping-” “No!

Go check his room.

Now!

And send me the address.

I’m coming.” Hearing the strong urgency in her voice, Quinn quickly sat up, forgetting all about his sleep.

“Y-Yes, Miss Lilith!” He cut the call and rushed toward Sebastian’s room.

But the moment he reached it, his blood ran cold.

The door was wide open.

“Shit,” he whispered.

His eyes darted toward the security guards or rather, the lack of them.

Where the hell was security?!

Quinn’s heart raced as he grabbed his phone and called someone, shouting, “Check the hotel’s CCTV footage.

Now!” Five minutes later, his phone rang again…

He answered quickly.

There was silence at first, then a hesitant voice said, “Sir… there’s a problem.” Quinn’s grip on the phone tightened.

“What.

Problem.” “The footage… it’s missing.

Someone wiped it clean.” Quinn’s breath hitched.

This was bad.

Meanwhile, Lilith had already thrown on fresh clothes, grabbing her bag.

She booked the earliest possible flight, but it wasn’t fast enough.

Nothing was.

Damn it.

Her fingers clenched tightly around her phone as she stepped outside, her heart hammering violently against her ribs.

Where are you, humandoll?

Her frustration built as she failed to find a cab.

Think.

Think.

And then it hit her.

Ethan.

She had exchanged numbers with him during the event!

She called him quickly, but he didn’t answer…

she tried multiple times.

Ethan groggily picked up the phone, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Who dares to wake me up at this ungodly hour?” “It’s Lilith,” she said sharply, her voice quick, urgent, and cold.

He immediately sat up straight.

“What happened?” “Huma€“ I mean Sebastian…

something’s wrong with him,” she said quickly, her breath uneven.

“Something happened.

I need your help, Ethan..” Ethan’s drowsiness vanished instantly.

“Where are you?” “I’m outside my apartment, but I can’t get a cab fast enough,” she muttered, her frustration clear.

“Say no more.

I’m coming.

Stay there.” Ethan threw on a jacket, grabbed his keys, and bolted out of his place like his life depended on it.

His instincts screamed at him that this was serious.

Meanwhile, Lilith gripped her phone tightly.

She remembered the moment she heard Ray’s voice on the phone, the deep fear in it, the way he said her name like she was the only thing keeping him from falling into darkness.

Her whole body had turned cold.

And then the call cut off.

She had never felt such panic before.

She didn’t know what was happening with him but she knew one thing for sure.

He needed her.

And she was going to find him, no matter what it took.

Just then, the roar of an engine broke through the silence of the night.

A black sports car screeched to a stop in front of her apartment.

Ethan pushed open the door, his hair messy, but his eyes sharp.

“Get in,” he said, voice firm, no trace of his usual playfulness.

Lilith didn’t waste a second.

She yanked open the passenger door and jumped in.

The moment the door shut, Ethan slammed the accelerator.

“Where are we going?” he asked, gripping the wheel tightly.

Lilith’s blue eyes flashed dangerously.

“Airport” On the way to the airport, Lilith quickly booked a ticket for Ethan too.

She didn’t waste time explaining every detail-some things weren’t hers to reveal.

Her human doll had kept his condition hidden for a reason.

So she told Ethan only what he needed to know.

“He’s in danger.” Ethan raised an eyebrow.

“Danger how?” Lilith clenched her jaw, gripping her phone tightly.

“I don’t have time to explain everything, but we need to get there now.” Ethan sighed but didn’t push further.

He could tell by the look in her eyes, this wasn’t a joke.

They reached the airport and waited for an agonizing hour before their flight finally took off.

Every second felt too long.

Two hours in the air.

Two hours of helplessness.

Lilith tried to close her eyes, to reach for her human doll, to use whatever faint power she still had.

But all she saw was darkness.

Nothing.

An emptiness that made her chest tighten painfully.

She had no way to find him.

No way to know if he was safe.

Her hands curled into fists.

She hated this.

She hated waiting.

She hated not knowing.

Finally, the plane landed.

Ethan had already made a call before they even stepped off, arranging for a car to be waiting for them.

As soon as they exited the terminal, a luxurious black vehicle pulled up.

Lilith barely acknowledged the driver as she slid into the seat, her fingers immediately dialing a number.

Quinn picked up on the first ring.

“Talk.” His voice was tense.

“No sign of him yet, but we checked the security footage outside hotel.

I’m sending it to you now.” Lilith’s phone buzzed again, this time with an incoming video.

She opened it quickly and froze.

Her human doll.

He was running.

Fast.

Drenched in rain, the water soaking through his clothes.

His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, and his breaths were heavy, ragged.

But it wasn’t just the running.

It was the way he ran.

Like he was running from something terrifying.

Or from himself.

Her stomach dropped.

Her hands clenched into fists as she watched him push through the rain, his body trembling.

Ethan, sitting beside her, noticed her sudden stillness.

“What?” He leaned in.

“What is it?” Without a word, she turned the phone toward him.

Ethan’s playful expression vanished the moment his eyes landed on the screen.

“What the-” His body tensed.

“Why the hell is he running like that?!” Lilith didn’t answer.

Her phone buzzed again.

Assistant Quinn.

She opened the message.

A new location.

Her eyes flicked up to the driver.

“Change the route.

Now.” The driver blinked in confusion.

“Ma’am, I-” “I said now,” she snapped, her voice ice-cold, sharp as a blade.

The driver straightened, sensing the urgency in her voice.

He quickly adjusted the GPS to her address and pressed down on the accelerator.

The car surged forward, speeding through the roads.

Ethan was still in shock, his jaw tightening.

“He looks like-” He stopped, letting out a sharp breath.

“Damn it.

This isn’t normal.” Lilith’s fingers gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

She knew.

Something was very, very wrong.

Her human doll-her Ray, Gray, Alexander…whoever was in control right now was breaking apart.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest.

She forced herself to breathe, to stay focused.

Panicking wouldn’t help.

She had to get to him.

Had to stop him before he disappeared into the night, into his own darkness.

Ethan ran a hand through his hair.

“Where the hell is he even going?” Lilith shook her head.

“Nowhere.” Ethan frowned.

“What do you mean?” She swallowed hard, her gaze locked on the dark road ahead.

“He’s running from himself.” The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but she knew it was the truth.

And it terrified her.

She exhaled slowly, her nails digging into her palm.

*** Ray stumbled in the middle of the empty road, drenched in rain, shaking, his chest heaving violently.

“What the hell are you doing, Ray?!” Alexander’s voice roared in his mind, sharp and furious.

Ray clutched his head, fingers digging into his damp hair.

His breath hitched.

No.

No.

No.

His body trembled as the voice in his head grew louder.

Stronger.

“Stop being reckless!

Get back to the hotel-” “SHUT UP!!” Ray screamed into the empty night, his voice breaking.

He was panting.

His vision was blurring.

His heart pounded against his ribs.

He felt trapped.

Nowhere to go.

Nowhere to hide.

No escape.

He staggered forward, but his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the wet pavement.

Tears mixed with the rain on his cheeks as he clenched his fists against the cold, rough ground.

“I hate you…” His voice trembled, barely above a whisper.

Then it grew louder.

“I HATE YOU, ALEXANDER!!” He screamed into the storm.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS dYdairy_002 Was Alexander right?

I don€™t know… but Ray really is pitiful.