Devilish secretary - Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Chapter 287 The justice system is slow. But me? I’m not
A tall bodyguard was already waiting near the entrance of the hospital. The moment he saw her, he stepped forward quickly and bowed slightly. “Miss Lilith, please follow me,” he said with urgency in his tone.

Without asking anything, she nodded and walked beside him, her heels echoing through the quiet corridor. Her chest felt heavy with every step.

The hallway smelled of medicine and steel, the kind of scent that always made people uneasy.

As they turned the last corner, her eyes landed on Assistant Quinn standing outside a door—an operation room.

He looked pale, his sleeves slightly wrinkled from pacing. The moment she saw him, her voice came out low and sharp.

“How is he?” she asked, her eyes locked on the closed door behind him. Quinn didn’t answer right away. His lips parted, then closed, as if unsure how to speak.

“His head injury is serious,” he finally said. “The impact was too strong. It caused internal bleeding and affected part of his brain. The doctors are doing everything they can.”

Lilith didn’t move. She didn’t cry. She just stood there, eyes fixed on that door like it held her entire world behind it. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt painful, her hands cold, but her face stayed calm. Too calm.

Like her soul hadn’t caught up yet. And behind that door… the man who had kissed her forehead just an hour ago… was fighting silently to stay alive.

Lilith didn’t cry. She didn’t scream. She stood still like ice in the middle of a storm as Assistant Quinn quietly explained everything.

He told her every detail, from the hidden camera setup to the exact moment he had stepped away, his voice full of guilt.

“It’s my fault,” he said softly, his eyes lowered. “I should’ve stayed. I—I shouldn’t have left even for a minute.” Lilith didn’t interrupt. She listened carefully, not missing a single word, her face calm and expressionless.

And when he finished, she didn’t scold him or offer comfort. She just said quietly, “Take care of the boss. I have something to do.”

Then she turned and walked away. No questions. No drama. But inside her chest, something had snapped.

She sat inside her car, staring ahead in silence for a moment. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel slowly.

Her eyes, which once held warmth and quiet softness, were now cold like a frozen lake about to crack. The last thing Alexander said to her echoed in her mind.

That gentle kiss on her forehead. That soft whisper. I’ll be back soon. Her jaw clenched. If I don’t ruin you, Sienna… my name isn’t Lilith.

And just as her silence turned deadly.

***

The internet was already burning.

Sienna didn’t get bail.

Sebastian’s legal team moved fast. Connections were pulled. Courts responded swiftly. And even her father—Mr. Blake was too ashamed to speak in her defense. After all, the evidence was everywhere. Videos surfaced online. Clips from the hidden camera showed Sienna admitting to manipulating Grandma Bria, threatening girls, and begging Sebastian to touch her. Some parts were blurred for privacy, but her voice…her madness was undeniable.

Netizens exploded with shock.

Fans who once supported Sienna called her disgusting. Women who had defended her cried betrayal. Even journalists who once praised her were silent. Some said she needed help. Most said she needed punishment. And across every platform, a new wave rose—

“We’re sorry, Lilith.”

“Sebastian and Lilith didn’t deserve this.”

“I judged her wrong.”

***

Lilith didn’t wait for the world to punish Sienna.

She had her own way.

That night, while the news raged and netizens cried apologies, Lilith was elsewhere quietly preparing.

She stood before the mirror in a dim hotel bathroom, tying her long hair into a tight bun. Not a single strand was out of place. Her reflection stared back cold eyes, blank face, and lips painted the soft red of silent rage. The uniform she wore standard police attire.

Black tactical pants hugged her hips perfectly, cinched with a real belt, and the tucked-in dark navy shirt fitted her waist like it was stitched to worship her figure. A fake badge sat over her chest pocket, her collar open by one button too many—just enough to distract.

A lightweight leather holster hung at her side, and her boots were polished to perfection.

With a soft breath, she stepped out.

The entrance to the police station was guarded, but she didn’t hesitate. She walked in like she was called. Like she had a purpose.

The first officer glanced at her, but one look at the ID she flashed and the confident way she carried herself, and no one dared to ask. Behind the walls, she found him—the one she paid earlier that day. A junior cop, easily shaken by cash. She slipped an envelope into his hand without a word.

He nodded.

Three minutes later, she was walking down the narrow hallway of holding cells. The corridor smelled of sweat and rusted keys. Her boots clicked against the floor with slow, haunting rhythm.

And then she saw her.

Sienna sat on the edge of the small bed inside the cell, still wearing the same prison-issue clothes, her hair a mess, eyes puffy from crying and screaming earlier.

She looked up.

And froze.

Lilith tilted her head slightly.

She held the keys between her fingers as she stood outside the cell, her boots silent now on the concrete floor. With a quiet click, she unlocked the door and slowly stepped inside.

Her black uniform fit like second skin, the belt cinched tight against her waist, the curve of her hips outlined in every step she took forward. Her bun was neat, her eyes calm, but the smile on her lips… was stunningly cruel.

Sienna, who had been pacing just seconds ago, stumbled backward toward the corner, her legs shaking, face pale. “You… what are you doing here?!” she shouted, voice cracking.

Lilith didn’t answer at first. She took her time. Her hand brushed along the bars as she walked in with unbothered grace, her posture straight, her head tilted slightly as if she were genuinely curious.

“Me?” she finally said sweetly. Her voice was soft—almost caring. “I’m doing my job.” Her eyes gleamed, and her smile stretched wider, full of something sharp. “You see, Sienna… the justice system is slow. But me? I’m not.”