Devilish secretary - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Chapter 27 Odd Guilt Chapter 27: Chapter 27 Odd Guilt Lilith laughed loudly as she stared down at her phone, her eyes glimmering with excitement.

The Devilplay website had already hit more than 50k visitors on its very first post.

That meant serious money.

She quickly checked the revenue.

$2406.9 on her first day.

Not bad…

not bad at all, she thought to herself, laying back on her bed, a smirk tugging at her lips.

She had been looking for a side income, something unique, without putting in the usual hard work.

And now, she had found it.

She had already bought the website and domain, and everything was set up perfectly.

Devilplay was her personal platform-where she could expose anyone who dared to cross her.

Those who messed with her would soon regret it.

She hadn’t expected her so-called cheap fiancé to be so famous, but of course, he was.

He came from a powerful family, had a handsome face, and an education that would soon make him the CEO of Brooks Corporation.

It made sense why so many fan girls were obsessed with him.

Rayan had the looks, the status, and everything to make him the perfect target for attention.

And Lilith was more than happy to watch it all unfold.

She hugged her buddy tightly, closing her eyes.

The soft fabric of the blanket slipped off her legs as she kicked it away.

Next morning…

Ring…

Ring…

Her phone rang multiple times, and Lilith groggily reached out, feeling more annoyed than anything.

She picked up the phone, her mood already soured.

“Hello?” she muttered, her voice thick with irritation.

“Lilith!

You picked up finally…

it’s Rayan…

How are you?

I’m sorry, I know I should’ve trusted you.

Wait for me, I’ll come to get you…” His voice was husky, low, and filled with an odd sense of guilt.

Lilith froze for a moment, her annoyance flaring even more.

“Wrong number,” she spat before cutting the call without hesitation.

She tossed the phone on the bed, groaning.

Ah, what bad luck.

First thing in the morning, and this?

The phone rang again.

Her frustration hit its peak.

Without a second thought, she swiftly blocked his number, almost satisfied by the finality of it.

But then, to her surprise, a new message popped up from an unknown number.

Unknown number: “I’m sorry, baby…

I feel guilty…” Lilith’s fingers tightened around the phone.

Her smirk returned.

It seemed like Rayan wasn’t going to let her go so easily after all.

And she didn’t like that, not one bit.

What was wrong with this human?

She glared at her phone, feeling her annoyance building with every beep and buzz.

*** Lilith got ready in her office wear, smirking as she thought about what was about to unfold.

She grabbed her bag, walking with an elegant stride in her high heels, every step radiating confidence and purpose.

On the way, she took a taxi, pulling out her makeup box to perfect the final touch.

She carefully made her face look pale, adding just the right hint of redness around her eyes.

Her eye makeup was done meticulously to look puffy, as if she had spent the night crying-every detail in place for the perfect “broken-hearted” look.

As soon as the taxi reached her office, she stepped out, only to be instantly surrounded by a swarm of reporters.

Flash, flash.

Cameras clicked as she blinked, putting on her best “caught-off-guard” expression.

“Are you Miss Lilith?” one shouted, shoving a microphone toward her.

“Is Rayan Brooks playing with your feelings… with your best friend?” another one asked, the words almost dripping with scandal.

“Miss Lilith, how do you feel about this betrayal?” “We heard you’re engaged to Rayan Brooks-is it true?” Lilith bit her lip, her expression perfectly molded into a mix of vulnerability and sadness.

She cast her gaze down, allowing a single tear to slide down her cheek, giving the reporters exactly what they wanted.

Inside, though, she was still smirking.

The reporters were eating it up, and Lilith knew she’d just taken control of the situation.

“Please… let me go,” she said, making her voice deliberately sound both strong and slightly fragile, as if she were fighting to hold herself together.

“This is my private life… I have work to do.” Some cameras were broadcasting live, catching her trembling lips and the glimmer of unshed tears in her eyes.

Viewers watching from their screens couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her.

The way she looked-a proud woman just barely holding back her heartbreak-made her seem like a victim of betrayal, someone who’d been wronged deeply but was still standing strong.

The reporters backed off just slightly, murmuring among themselves, sensing the rawness of her emotions.

“Miss Lilith, we will let you go if you answer a few questions,” one chubby reporter said, his microphone already leaning close to her face.

Lilith glanced at him, her expression hesitant yet composed.

“Okay,” she nodded, her voice soft but clear, playing right into the role of the hurt fiancée.

“So, Miss Lilith, are you actually engaged to Mr.

Rayan Brooks?” he asked, his eyes glittering with curiosity.

“Yes,” she answered, letting a little quiver sneak into her voice.

“And is it true that Lia was your best friend?” another reporter pushed forward, eager for the next piece of gossip.

“Yes,” she whispered, looking down as if reliving painful memories.

“And are you planning to leave Mr.

Rayan Brooks after everything that’s happened?” a third reporter prodded, his voice dripping with anticipation.

“Yes,” she replied firmly, lifting her chin just a bit, as if finding strength in her decision.

The reporters exchanged looks, scribbling furiously in their notepads and nodding with satisfaction.

The cameras caught every angle of her sad yet resolute expression, making sure the world saw Lilith not only as a betrayed fiancée but also as a woman taking control of her life.

Inside, Lilith felt a thrill-her plan was working.

*** “And are you planning to leave Mr.

Rayan Brooks after everything that’s happened?” a third reporter prodded, his voice dripping with anticipation.

“Yes,” she replied firmly, lifting her chin just a bit, as if finding strength in her decision.

Sebastian looked at his laptop screen, his face hidden in shadows, as his expression grew even darker.

His fingers slowly traced over her picture on the screen, lingering there.

‘He’ felt that familiar, twisted pull-that strange, unsettling attraction that only she could spark within him.

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