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After centuries of ruling the underworld with terrifying power, Lilith dies in an epic battle, only to be reborn in the human world. But instead of a grand rebirth as a queen of darkness, she's reincarnated as something far more mundane—a secretary. Rather than despair, Lilith finds this new life amusing. After all, who would suspect the devil herself to be working a 9-to-5?

Settling into her new reality, Lilith embraces her role, living in a luxurious apartment and working diligently in her office. Though her devilish instincts are hard to suppress, she's determined to be the perfect secretary. But when people push her too far, the devil within still comes out to play.

When a creep in the office dares to look at her the wrong way, she calmly fixes her gaze on him. "You keep staring like that, and I'll show you what a broken wrist feels like." The man quickly scurries away, leaving Lilith with a satisfied smirk.

Even the rich, entitled girl from accounting isn't safe from her wrath. "You think you can push me around just because you've got money? I've burned entire kingdoms for less. Don't test me." She says this with a calm smile, her eyes glinting dangerously.

The day continued like that—stopping creeps in their tracks, putting rude heiresses in their place, and being the flawless secretary she intended to be. But, of course, her boss—the CEO—had his eyes on her, more curious than ever. And while the entire office might fear her or wonder about her, she remained blissfully indifferent. This was fun. And she wasn't here to impress anyone but herself.

Who knew being a secretary could be so... interesting?

Devilish secretary

Sebastian Gray woke up to soft daylight slipping through the curtains. His eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the unfamiliar ceiling. A strange heaviness pressed on his chest, and his mind felt foggy.

He shifted a little, feeling a dull ache spread through his body. His brows knitted as he sat up, letting the blanket slide down. His face stayed calm, but his eyes quietly studied the room.

Plain, simple, and definitely not his.

It took him a second to notice something else. He was still in his suit, slightly wrinkled from sleep.

Gray ran a hand over his forehead, feeling a faint ache beneath his fingers. His memories were scattered.

He exhaled softly and got to his feet. The cool floor under his toes pulled him back to the moment, but the confusion in his head only grew.

His eyes moved over the room, the plain furniture, the faint scent of lavender in the air.

Chapter 79 Why?