Devilish secretary - Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Glimpse of past Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Glimpse of past The room was filled with a lot of toys.

The walls were painted a warm blue tone, decorated with little stars and moons, giving the space a comforting feel.

But right now, none of that mattered to the small boy pacing anxiously, biting his fat little fingers.

His big black eyes darted around nervously, his long lashes blinking rapidly as he muttered to himself.

“What should I do?

What should I do?” His tiny pouty lips trembled.

Sebastian was scared.

He had made a mistake and Mom and Dad weren’t home.

He ran out of his room, his little feet pattering against the cold marble floor, hoping to find someone who could help him.

Maybe the maid?

Maybe- Thud!

He froze when he bumped into something solid.

A tall figure.

His tiny body trembled as he slowly looked up, only to meet the coldest, sharpest eyes he knew.

Grandma Bria.

Sebastian’s stomach dropped.

Her expression twisted into a glare.

“Granny…” his small voice whispered, his little hands curling into fists.

Slap!

The loud crack of her hand smacking his head rang through the hallway.

Sebastian staggered back, gripping his tiny head where she hit him.

“I am not that old, you little brat!” she hissed, her sharp nails digging into his arm as she grabbed him.

His tiny body flinched at her grip, his big eyes filling with unshed tears.

“I-I’m sorry, Grandma…” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

“Sorry?” she scoffed.

“You’re always sorry, aren’t you, Sebastian?

Always causing trouble, always being a burden.” His heart sank.

He didn’t understand.

What had he done wrong?

Tears pricked his eyes, but he bit his lip hard to hold them back.

Crying only made things worse.

Crying made her angrier.

She yanked him hard, dragging him through the hallway.

His tiny feet stumbled, struggling to keep up.

“You think you can do whatever you want?” she snapped.

“You think your father loves you?” Sebastian’s chest tightened.

“Daddy-” “Your father only keeps you because he has to!” she spat.

“If it weren’t for your whore of a mother, you wouldn’t even exist!

No one wants you!

No one needs you!” His tiny hands shook.

His little lip trembled.

But he still didn’t cry.

Not when she shoved him inside the dark storage room.

Not when she slammed the door shut.

Not when she locked it.

Thud.

The sound of the door locking echoed in his little ears.

The only light came from a small crack under the door.

Sebastian curled into himself, hugging his knees to his chest, his tiny body shaking.

His cheek burned.

His lip throbbed.

His wrist ached.

But none of that hurt as much as her words.

No one wants you.

No one needs you.

You’re nothing.

Sebastian sat in the dark, trembling.

The darkness swallowed him, suffocating and endless.

His tiny fingers clutched his knees, hugging himself tightly as if he could somehow make himself disappear.

The air inside the storage room felt thick, suffocating.

The smell of dust filled his nose, making his throat dry.

It was cold.

His thin nightshirt wasn’t enough to stop the chill from creeping into his small bones.

He could hear the faint sounds of the house outside.

Distant footsteps.

A door closing.

Someone laughing.

But none of it was for him.

He was alone.

Sebastian tried to breathe quietly.

He had learned a long time ago-if you stay quiet, the pain is less.

If you don’t cry, maybe they won’t hate you.

Maybe they won’t throw you away.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his heart pounding against his little ribs.

Grandma Bria’s words echoed in his head.

“If it weren’t for your whore of a mother, you wouldn’t even exist!” “No one wants you.” “No one needs you.” “You’re nothing.” Nothing.

Sebastian’s tiny hands dug into his arms, his little nails pressing into his skin.

Why was he even born?

Why didn’t Daddy love him?

Did Mommy love him?

But Mommy was always busy with her charity work… She never stopped Grandma when she yelled at him.

She never came to help him when he was locked away.

Did she not love him either?

His tiny body shivered harder.

He wanted out.

He wanted to run far, far away.

But he had nowhere to go.

A small sniffle escaped his lips.

He clamped a hand over his mouth immediately.

No.

No crying.

Crying was weak.

Crying made Grandma angrier.

Crying made people leave.

He wouldn’t cry.

He would stay strong.

Like Daddy.

Like a Carter.

Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut.

He imagined a different world.

A world where he wasn’t trapped in this dark room.

A world where his father smiled at him.

Where his mother held him.

Where someone loved him.

His little heart ached.

He wanted to be good enough.

Maybe if he was smarter.

Maybe if he was stronger.

Maybe if he wasn’t born at all.

Then maybe… Maybe they would love him.

The minutes stretched into hours.

His eyelids grew heavy, but he didn’t dare fall asleep.

He couldn’t.

If he slept, he might wake up and find himself still unwanted.

Still alone.

Still nothing.

His tiny fingers curled into a fist against his chest.

One day… One day, he would prove them wrong.

One day, he would make them regret ever hurting him.

But right now- Right now, he was just a little boy, locked in the dark, waiting for someone to remember he existed.

**** Lilith sat at the edge of the hospital bed, her fingers trembling as they traced over the back of his hand.

His skin felt cold, too cold, and she hated it.

The steady beeping of the monitor was the only thing filling the silence, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her.

Her hair was messy, strands falling over her face, and her lips were dry, but she didn’t care.

She hadn’t left his side, not even for a second.

How could she?

Not when her human doll lay there, lifeless, trapped in a world she couldn’t reach.

Then suddenly- His hand twitched.

Lilith’s breath caught.

She immediately leaned closer, eyes widening as she saw his fingers move again.

And then his whole body started shaking.

A strangled noise left her throat as she quickly grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight.

“No, no..Human Doll, shh, I’m here,” she whispered, her voice cracking as she brushed his damp hair back.

His breathing grew uneven.

His hands clenched the sheets as his body trembled violently.