Devilish secretary - Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Chapter 231 Punishing Bria
Bria watched in horror as the water turned red. Her lips trembled. “N-No… no…”

She turned and ran—heels clicking wildly against the wood.

Lilith stood at the edge, not even out of breath, watching the water boil as the man disappeared under the surface.

Then her gaze turned.

Bria had reached the gravel path leading back to the cliffside, where her car was parked in a hidden, isolated corner. The driver was already gone. Only her shiny black car sat waiting.

She was panicking now, her fur coat dragging in the dirt, her lipstick smudged, and eyes wild with fear.

Lilith ran after her, her pace steady and silent.

“MISS LILITH! TAKE THIS!” Sir Sparkleton shouted from the car.

Lilith didn’t stop. She caught the small bag mid-air.

Inside was a bottle of gasoline, a matchbox… and a fire extinguisher.

The wind began to shift.

Grandma Bria finally reached her car. Her hands shook as she opened the door and threw herself inside. She locked it instantly and fumbled for the keys—

But the engine wouldn’t start.

Click. Click. Nothing.

Her breathing turned sharp. “No no no no—” she whispered, slamming the key harder.

And then she saw her.

Lilith stepped into view.

Standing directly in front of the car, hood pulled up, eyes glowing like coals in the twilight. Her head tilted slightly, like a predator watching its prey curl up in a trap.

“Aaaaahh!” Grandma Bria screamed.

She tried unlocking the door. She tried everything. But she couldn’t move.

Lilith walked closer and took out the bottle of gasoline.

Her face didn’t change.

She began slowly pouring the liquid across the hood of the car. The scent filled the air. Then around the doors. Across the back. The liquid pooled on the ground.

Inside, Grandma Bria screamed and kicked the door.

“You bitch! You’re crazy! What are you doing?! I’m your elder!”

Lilith’s eyes were empty.

She bent slightly, her fingers pulling out a matchstick from the box.

Scratch…

A single flame flickered in the wind.

Bria’s eyes widened. “NO! NO! STOP—YOU CAN’T—!”

Lilith stepped back a few meters.

The match flame danced like a devil between her fingers.

Then—

she threw it.

The fire exploded like it had been waiting all its life.

BOOM.

Flames spread instantly, wrapping the car in orange-red light. Smoke rose into the sky. Bria’s scream pierced the air—

“AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”

She scrambled inside, trying to break the window. The fire licked the sides of the car, crawling toward her.

But then—

Lilith stepped forward again, this time holding the fire extinguisher.

She aimed.

Shhhhhh—

White smoke burst out, killing the fire quickly, fast, like a wave of cold justice.

The flames disappeared.

But the damage was done.

Bria lay half-slumped against the car door. Her fur coat was gone. Her hair was burned off at one side. Her arms and legs were blistered, red and scorched. Her face…

Her once-proud face…

Now swollen. Burned. Scared.

She whimpered, not even able to speak.

Lilith looked at her with no pity.

“You said I was an orphan.”

Her voice was low, soft, like a whisper in hell. “You said I had no background. No power. No place in this world.”

She bent down, staring into Bria’s wet eyes through the burned-out window.

“But now you understand something.”

Bria’s breath was shaking.

“I don’t need a name,” Lilith said, “to make people kneel.”

She stood up stright, the wind picking up her hair.

“And next time you touch someone I love,” she said, stepping back…

“I won’t use a fire extinguisher.”

She turned without looking back and called ambulance.

Bria was left lying in the half-burned car, trembling, her soul crushed worse than her flesh.

Sir Sparkleton opened the car door as Lilith approached.

She got in, calm as ever.

“Is grandma still breathing?” he asked innocently.

Lilith looked out the window and said nothing.

The car drove off slowly, leaving behind smoke, ashes—

And the beginning of Grandma Bria’s real nightmare.

The ocean breeze was calmer now, as if even nature had gone quiet after what just happened.

Nova looked at Lilith with wide, confused eyes.

He had no idea what she had done.

From where they stood, Grandma Bria’s car was out of view, hidden in the cliffside bend where the gravel road curved toward a restricted area. All Nova and Ava knew was that Lilith had gone after the old woman alone.

He saw the fire in her eyes when she left. Now she returned, calm, collected, without a scratch.

“What… did you do, Lilith?” Nova asked, breathless, heart still thudding.

Lilith wiped a smudge of dirt from her cheek with the back of her hand and gave him a small smile—

The kind of smile that didn’t reach the eyes.

“Nothing important,” she said softly. “Let’s get you home, Nova. You and Ava need rest.”

Nova hesitated. Something inside him told him to ask again.

But Lilith’s eyes… there was something in them.

Darkness. Control.

Like she had seen hell and came back untouched.

He didn’t ask again.

Minutes later, an ambulance arrived, followed closely by two police vehicles. The sirens echoed through the coastline. Paramedics ran down the slope toward the isolated spot where Bria’s car was half-burned, the fire already put out.

And there they found her.

Grandma Bria.

Lying on the passenger seat, her arms and parts of her face red, skin blistered, burned hair, patches of melted clothing stuck to her skin.

She was shaking violently, crying, screaming in agony. Her eyes were swollen, and her voice was hoarse.

“My face… MY FACE!” she screamed. “IT’S HER! THAT ORPHAN WITCH! SHE BURNED ME!”

The medics quickly strapped her to a stretcher, her cries echoing into the sky as they pulled her toward the ambulance. She was in pain—terrible pain. But she wasn’t going to die.

Not yet.

And that was exactly Lilith’s plan.

Inside the ambulance, a cop held her ID and reported to the others through the radio.

“Possible accident. Petrol leakage around the vehicle. Driver was trapped when the fire broke out. She was locked inside.”

A second officer who was examining the scene added, “The petrol trail leads back up to the top of the hill. Seems like… the container tipped. Might’ve leaked due to rough road bumps and sunlight heat.”

It looked like an accident.

Almost.

Until…