Devilish secretary - Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Chapter 151 Accident Chapter 151: Chapter 151 Accident “You’re destroying us!!

You never share anything with me!

You never let me have control!

You never let me live!

“And now… now you want to erase me?!!” His hands slammed against the ground, his nails scraping against the wet asphalt.

Pain burned through his palms, but he didn’t care.

His vision spun.

This wasn’t fair.

He didn’t ask to exist.

He didn’t ask to be created, to be trapped inside a body that wasn’t truly his.

And now Alexander wanted to erase him like he was nothing?

Like he was some mistake that needed to be wiped away?

His chest ached.

His head throbbed.

A sob tore from his throat, raw, broken.

“I don’t want to disappear…” His voice cracked, and his body shook harder.

He hugged his knees, curling into himself.

“I don’t want to disappear…” He whispered it over and over, like a desperate prayer.

But he knew the truth.

No one ever asked what Ray wanted.

Not Alexander.

Not Gray.

No one.

They all saw him as the weakest.

The childish one.

The unnecessary one.

His chest tightened painfully.

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating his trembling figure.

And in that moment, he truly felt it.

He was alone.

The streets stretched into darkness, illuminated only by the flickering streetlights.

The rain poured mercilessly, drenching everything in sight, soaking through his clothes, chilling him to the bone.

His breath came in sharp gasps, his lungs burning as he pushed forward, his legs carrying him aimlessly.

Where was he even running to?

Nowhere.

Because there was nowhere to go.

His vision blurred, not just from the rain but from the suffocating panic clawing at his chest.

His mind was spiraling, voices echoing inside him.

“Ray, stop this.” “You know you can’t escape yourself.” “You and I… we’re the same.” NO!

Ray clutched his head, screaming into the storm, his footsteps faltering.

“I HATE YOU!!” His voice cracked, raw with agony.

“You’re destroying us!

You’re killing me!!” The wind howled, almost as if laughing at his pain.

His hands trembled, fingers curling into his damp clothes.

“Why…

why we’re being erased?” His voice barely left his lips now, a broken whisper.

His knees buckled, but he forced himself to keep moving.

He couldn’t stop.

He wouldn’t stop.

Not when every step felt like a fight against disappearing.

But in his panic, in his desperation, he didn’t see- The blinding headlights.

A sharp, deafening HONK!

Ray’s eyes widened.

The car came too fast.

Too fast.

The impact was brutal.

His body hit the ground hard, his head bouncing off the wet pavement with a sickening crack.

Everything spun.

The pain wasn’t immediate.

It came slowly.

A numbing sensation spreading through his limbs, the warm trickle of blood mixing with the icy rain, pooling beneath him.

His fingers twitched, trying to grasp onto something-anything.

But there was nothing.

The car didn’t stop.

Didn’t even hesitate.

Just kept going.

Leaving him broken on the road.

Was this it?

Was he going to disappear like this?

Alone?

Forgotten?

His eyelids fluttered.

The darkness called to him.

And for the first time… he felt too tired to resist.

— Meanwhile… Lilith stood in the middle of the road, her heart racing.

The location Quinn had sent her-it was empty.

Her fingers curled into fists.

No.

He was supposed to be here!

Where was he?!

Ethan was searching too, his expression tense.

Even he, who usually never took anything seriously, looked afraid.

“Where the hell is he?” Ethan muttered, running a hand through his wet hair.

But Lilith barely heard him.

Her pulse thundered in her ears, her entire body on edge.

She shut her eyes, blocking out the rain, the cold, the noise.

And reached.

It was faint but she felt it.

A tug in her chest, a whisper in the storm€“her eyes snapped open.

She took off running.

“Where the…Lilith!” Ethan called after her, but she didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow.

Didn’t hesitate.

Her feet pounded against the pavement, the icy rain slashing against her skin.

Because she knew.

She knew.

She turned a corner and froze.

No.

Her Human Doll.

Lying in the middle of the road, drenched in blood.

Her breath caught in her throat, her vision blurring.

For a moment, her entire world stopped.

The rain didn’t exist.

The people didn’t exist.

Nothing existed except him.

For a second, her body refused to move.

It was like she had been punched in the stomach, leaving her unable to breathe.

But then, reality slammed back into her.

And then- She ran.

She ran to him.

Blood seeped into the cracks of the road, mixing with rainwater to form dark red rivers.

His dark hair clung to his forehead.

His body lay unnaturally still, twisted on the cold, hard ground.

“HUMAN DOLL!” Lilith sprinted forward, falling to her knees beside him, not even feeling the impact as she reached out, trembling.

Her hands pressed against his cold, bloodied face.

His eyelashes fluttered weakly.

He was alive.

But barely.

“Humandoll,” she whispered, shaking him gently.

“Open your eyes.

Look at me.” His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

His breath was faint-too faint.

His face was eerily pale against the rain-soaked night, his usual warmth gone, replaced with a sickly, chilling cold.

“Humandoll…” Lilith’s voice cracked, her fingers brushing his blood-matted hair away from his forehead.

Her heart clenched painfully.

She didn’t even realize she was crying until the warm tears mixed with the freezing rain on her cheeks.

Ethan stumbled beside her, panting, his expression frozen in horror.

“What the f**k…” he muttered, his voice shaking.

His cousin the one who always seemed cold on the outside but was warm inside was now lying in a pool of his own blood.

Unmoving.

Lilith’s hands hovered over his body, unsure where to touch, where to press, where to stop the bleeding.

Too much blood.

There was too much blood.

“Quinn, prepare the car!

NOW!” Ethan shouted, his voice raw.

Lilith gritted her teeth, her body shaking with suppressed rage and despair.

She was powerless.

She could do so many things.

She could destroy cities.

She could make men beg for their lives.

She could ruin empires with a snap of her fingers.

But she couldn’t stop the blood from leaving his body.

She pressed her forehead against his, her tears dripping onto his skin.

“Stay with me,” she whispered, her voice breaking.