Devilish secretary - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Chapter 54 Rayan will be yours Chapter 54: Chapter 54 Rayan will be yours Once the makeup was completed, another one of the artists moved on to her hair.

With graceful hands, she began to craft a sophisticated hairstyle, making sure every strand was in place.

The back of Lilith’s hair was styled into loose waves, flowing freely down her back.

At the front, the artist pulled the top half of her hair into a chic updo, leaving the rest of her hair to frame her face softly.

The updo was delicate but intricate, with a few strands carefully curled and pinned back, creating a slight volume at the crown of her head.

** “Miss, we will take you to your engagement venue,” one of the stylists said softly, their voice a mix of awe and admiration as they glanced at Lilith.

Lilith stood in front of the mirror, her eyes drifting over her reflection.

She wore a silver gown that fit her perfectly, shimmering under the glow of the lights.

The embroidery sparkled like tiny stars, making her look almost ethereal.

Her makeup and hairstyle were flawless, enhancing her natural beauty.

The silver of the gown highlighted her piercing blue eyes, which seemed to hold a mysterious glow, both captivating and gergeous.

She tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a small, confident smile.

“Hmm,” she murmured, adjusting the delicate bracelet around her wrist.

The stylists exchanged nervous glances, clearly overwhelmed by her beauty and intense aura.

“Miss, the car is waiting for you downstairs,” the same stylist said, gesturing toward the door with a polite nod.

Lilith turned to them, her smile deepening into something both enigmatic and charming.

“Very well,” she said, her voice calm yet commanding.

She gave herself one last look in the mirror, brushing at an invisible crease on her gown, before walking toward the door of her room.

She also picked up her phone and purse.

Her every step was graceful, her silver heels clicking softly on the polished floor.

The hem of her gown swayed gently as she moved.

The stylists followed her in silence, whispering to each other about how breathtaking she looked.

** Lilith settled comfortably into the car seat, her fingers moving easily over her phone as the driver began the drive.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face.

She could already feel the excitement building up inside her.

This was going to be more than just interesting-it was almost too perfect.

The drama unfolding was exactly what she had hoped for.

And the best part?

She would walk away with some serious money once it was all over.

The car moved smoothly through the city streets, the soft hum of the engine matching her thoughts.

Lilith glanced out the window.

After hours of makeup, the dress, and her hairstyle, it had taken more than four hours, and now it was already 6:16 PM in the evening.

She didn’t really focus on the view; her mind was on the engagement drama ahead, where everything would go exactly as planned.

She had learned how to make any situation work for her, and this engagement drama was no different.

Soon, the car turned into the driveway of the venue, and Lilith couldn’t help but notice how perfect everything was.

The grand hotel stood proudly before her, its tall structure giving off a sense of luxury and wealth.

It was exactly the kind of place where the rich family would hold an event-well-known among the rich and famous.

The driver stopped near the grand entrance, and as the door opened, Lilith stepped out, followed by the makeup artist.

They walked behind her, leading her through another door and into a room.

Inside, Lilith saw Mrs.

Brooks standing there.

As soon as she saw Lilith, tears filled her eyes, and she rushed toward her.

“My dear, you look like a princess!” she exclaimed, her voice shaking.

“I can’t believe my son did that to you, but don’t worry, he’s going to make things right.

He’ll be yours soon,” she said, sobbing.

Lilith stood still, watching Mrs.

Brooks with a calm expression as the woman wiped away her fake tears.

The words were heavy with fake emotion, but Lilith just gave a Chilling smile, feeling a little amused by it all.

Lilith’s gaze was sharp as she tilted her head slightly, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh, so you know what your son did, yet you’re still trying to ruin my life?” Her words were a quiet challenge, her eyes narrowing in disbelief at the woman’s desperate attempt to manipulate her.

Mrs.

Brooks, ignoring the edge in Lilith’s tone, took a step closer, tears glistening in her eyes as she clutched Lilith’s hands tightly.

“No…

I know Rayan loves you,” she sobbed, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and false sincerity.

“He was just misunderstood…

Please, Lilith, no matter what, the only daughter-in-law the Brooks family will ever have is you.” Lilith’s expression remained unreadable, her fingers twitching slightly as Mrs.

Brooks’ grip tightened around her hands.

With a quick, sharp motion, Lilith yanked her hands free.

“Mrs.

Brooks, you’re hurting me,” Lilith said, her voice cold and sharp.

The warmth she had shown earlier was gone.

Her words were soft but firm, like a cold wind, making Mrs.

Brooks hesitate and pull back, her hands still trembling with emotion.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t mean to-” Mrs.

Brooks stammered, but before she could finish, she wiped her tears quickly, trying to regain control.

“Don’t worry, Lilith.

Today, Rayan will be yours, half of him will be yours, and we’ll set the wedding date soon.

You won’t have to worry about anything anymore.” Her voice wavered a bit, but she spoke with clear determination.

Lilith stayed silent, her gaze sharp as she looked at Mrs.

Brooks, who was trying hard to act.

The wired suspicious desperation in her eyes was clear.

“Now, you two-” Mrs.

Brooks turned to the makeup artists who had quietly been watching.

“Retouch my darling’s makeup and bring her downstairs.

I’ll send someone up to accompany you soon.” She sniffled, wiping away the last of her tears, then turned and left the room.

Lilith’s gaze lingered on the door long after Mrs.

Brooks had left, her eyes glistening with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

There was something more here, something she wasn’t seeing yet.

Why else would they be so desperate to marry their son to her?

She smirked slightly, the edges of her lips curling in quiet amusement.

“Hm!

Interesting.” Her mind raced with possibilities, they were hiding something bigger than their shallow claims of love and misunderstanding.

Soon, someone came to her room and said everyone was calling for her.

Lilith felt excited, a smile tugging at her lips.

She couldn’t wait for the drama she was about to cause.

As soon as she stepped into the hall, she was met with a sea of media and celebrities.

Cameras flashed and voices filled the air.

But what caught her attention most was Rayan.

He stood there, tall and handsome, dressed in a sharp white suit.

His presence seemed to attract attention.

He looked at her, frozen in place, mesmerized by her beauty.

His expression softened, turning into one of fake affection as he stared at Lilith.

Everyone in the room couldn’t help but stare in awe at her.

The way she stood there, tall and strikingly beautiful, attracting attention.

She moved gracefully in her silver dress, the fabric shimmering as she walked, her piercing blue eyes gleaming with an almost unreadable intensity.

She walked like a queen, her gaze sweeping the room with a quiet, powerful confidence.

Rayan gazed at her with a mix of emotions, his eyes filled with something that looked like regret, but also desperation.

“I’m sorry, baby…” he murmured, stepping toward her with open arms, as if ready to embrace her and make everything right.

But before he could reach her, Lilith’s smile turned dangerous.

Without a second thought, she pushed him away, her movements sharp and effortless.

“What are you sorry for?” she asked, her voice smooth but laced with a chilling edge.

“For sending me to jail?

Or for cheating behind my back?” She tilted her head, her gaze never leaving his, as she waited for his answer.

He stared at her, frozen, a fake smile spreading across his face.

“You’re still angry at me, baby?

I misunderstood you because of Lia, but now I know the truth…

you’re always innocent,” he said, gritting his teeth as memories of Lilith driving her heels into his stomach flooded his mind.

The pain had been unbearable, and he had ended up in the hospital because of it.

But he controlled his anger, forced a smile, and continued.

Lilith’s gaze remained cold, her lips curling into a smirk as she enjoyed watching him squirm.

“Oh really?

What’s my truth, and what are you talking about, Mr.

Rayan Brooks?” she asked, her voice smooth and mocking.

He stammered, his words tumbling out, “That…

that you didn’t abuse Lia mentally…

and pressure her…” His mind was racing, his thoughts scrambling to come up with anything that might make him seem less guilty.

He spoke whatever came to his mind, desperate to escape the situation.