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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

Sienna, draped in an elegant wine-colored gown, her diamond jewelry sparkling under the golden event lights, sipped her champagne as she scanned the crowd.

Her perfectly styled curls cascaded down her shoulder, her makeup flawless, but none of it could hide the ugliness twisting inside her.

Her sharp cat-like eyes narrowed the moment she spotted Lilith.

Sienna's grip on her glass tightened, her nails digging into her palm.

Her blood boiled as she remembered the day Rose had the audacity to stop her from entering Sebastian's room.

What was the big deal if she had seen Sebastian shirtless?

He was going to be hers eventually.

She had already pictured it in her head—being his wife, using his black card without a second thought, waking up in his arms, him kissing her senseless every morning.

Chapter 142 A drama lover