Devilish secretary - Chapter 308

Chapter 308: Chapter 308 Lilith role
His fingers skimmed quickly across the slides. The market stats. The monetization model. The projected engagement. Each point was bold but grounded. She had done her research. She knew her field. And most of all she wasn’t guessing.

She was leading.

He glanced back at her.

Lilith, sitting with quiet elegance, her face serene, her blue eyes steady as a storm before rain.

This woman… was going to change the industry.

And if he didn’t say yes now someone else would.

“What do you think?” Lilith asked as she leaned back slightly, her fingers resting lightly on the edge of the table, her expression calm but unreadable. She had finished her pitch with grace, with full command over every word. Now, she gave nothing away. No eagerness. No tension. Just still, confident presence.

The investor almost stood up in his seat.

“Of course—of course we’ll sign the deal,” he said quickly, almost nervously. “We’ll get legal to draft everything with proper terms. Miss Lilith, please just give us a little time. We want it done right.”

There was a trace of fear in his tone as if she might walk out and take her proposal to another company. And maybe she could. She had that power now.

“…Alright,” Lilith said with a nod, standing up slowly. “I have some things to take care of. I’ll leave first.”

“Please,” the man stood up too, gesturing toward the waiter. “At least have a cup of coffee? Something—on us?”

She simply shook her head with a polite smile. “Maybe next time.”

And without another word, she walked out of the room. Graceful. Clean. Silent.

As the door clicked behind her, another man walked in from the private room next door.

The investor turned to him, his voice still tense. “She’s going to be dangerous,” he whispered. “If we don’t tie this deal down legally… someone will grab her before the ink dries.”

***

Meanwhile, Lilith took a cab home.

The sky was starting to turn soft with the early signs of sunset. Her phone stayed untouched in her bag. Her mind already shifted from business mode to peace mode. Once she reached home, she changed out of her blazer and into a soft, loose top and comfortable pants. Her hair was let down, falling around her face like a soft curtain. Her heels were off. Her breath was easier.

Sir Sparkleton had been busy during her absence.

The little robot had unpacked more boxes, setting up curtains, plugging in cozy lamps, placing indoor plants near the windows, arranging soft rugs on the floor. The house still wasn’t luxurious, but it was starting to feel like hers. A real home. Somewhere she could rest.

By the time the clock ticked past 6 PM, most of the decorating was done. The light through the windows made the whole room glow in pale gold.

Sir Sparkleton rolled toward her, a small tray on his flat arms.

“MISS LILITH, HAVE WATER!” he announced proudly in his robotic tone, blinking his digital eyes.

Lilith laughed softly.

She took the glass from him and sat down on the couch, stretching her legs.

After resting a little, Lilith stepped back into the kitchen. The groceries she had bought two days ago were still fresh enough, and there were just enough leftovers from yesterday to create something simple and warm. She didn’t like wasting anything. She tossed together a light vegetable stir-fry, warmed up the rice, and added a poached egg on top. Nothing fancy, but it smelled like comfort.

She sat down at her dining table, now dressed with a soft cloth and a small vase of white flowers Sir Sparkleton had ordered and ate slowly, savoring the quiet. Outside, the sky had fully darkened, and the soft yellow lights in her living room made everything feel just a little more peaceful.

After dinner, she washed the dishes herself, even though Sir Sparkleton offered to help three times.

“I need something to do with my hands,” she told him, and the robot beeped softly in agreement before going off to charge.

She walked to her room, pulling her hair up as she went. The small space was cozy now—her own little sanctuary. The soft glow of a bedside lamp lit up the room as she grabbed her towel and went for a hot bath. The water soothed her muscles, the steam easing away the day’s effort. She soaked in silence, her mind calmly blank for once.

Later, wrapped in her bathrobe, she stood in front of the mirror and gently applied her skincare, her hands moving slowly, deliberately. Her skin had improved so much. There was a glow to her face now, not from products, but from peace, the kind that comes when a woman walks her path confidently.

Just as she was about to lie down, her phone buzzed.

It was a call from Nina.

She answered quickly, expecting updates on the studio.

“Lili! Your audition is confirmed—it’s the day after tomorrow! 11 AM sharp. Don’t be late. And wear something that makes people shut up the moment you walk in, okay?” Nina said with excitement in her voice.

Lilith smiled.

“Got it,” she said softly.

“Time to show them,” Nina whispered excitedly.

Lilith looked out the window. Her reflection stared back—calm eyes, wet hair, soft lips.

“Yeah,” she whispered back.

“Time to begin.”

***

Lilith sat on the edge of her bed, her hair still damp from the bath, dressed in a soft sweatshirt and shorts. The room was silent except for the quiet hum of the night breeze slipping in through the slightly opened window. On her lap was the printed script—clean white pages, slightly warm from being under her hand too long. Her fingers traced the edges of the title page once before she flipped to the section marked with a paperclip. Her role.

Character Name: Evelyne Myre.

She read it softly under her breath.

Evelyne.

A woman who had once been full of light. A pianist. A muse. A dreamer. Until betrayal, abandonment, and loneliness turned her love into something sharp. Cold. Controlled. Not evil. Just… forgotten. She wasn’t the villain of the story but she stood in the way of the main couple. Not because she wanted to ruin them.

But because she wasn’t ready to be discarded.

Lilith’s eyes stayed on the page as she began reading the first scene silently. Her lips moved faintly with the lines. Evelyne was elegant in public, poetic with her words, and held a silence that unsettled the room. She was the kind of woman whose sadness didn’t scream–it echoed.

Lilith could feel her already.

The stillness in her. The way she stood in a room but never really belonged in it anymore. The way her voice stayed calm, but her eyes never blinked when she spoke the truth.

It was almost too easy to slip into her skin.

Lilith read the entire scene three times–once aloud, once with her eyes closed, and once in a whisper so soft it was barely a sound.

She looked up after the third time.

And in the mirror across the room, she didn’t just see Lilith anymore.

She saw Evelyne Myre.