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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 strode into his room, the door closing softly behind him. The space was dimly lit, the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the floor-length windows.

He moved toward the large desk at the corner of the room, settling into the chair with a quiet sigh. His MacBook blinked to life as he opened it, the screen illuminating his face.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but he couldn't focus.

No matter how much he tried, his mind drifted.

It was ridiculous—she'd only been in the guest room for maybe an hour and a half, but he already missed her.

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair with a frustrated sigh.

With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed his phone, unlocking it swiftly.

His thumb hovered over his gallery before he stopped. Not there.

Instead, he opened a hidden folder.

Chapter 97 Nightmare