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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

It had been a full day since her human doll fell into a coma, and Lilith hadn't left his side.

Even while she sat by his bedside, she managed Sebastian's company behind the scenes, handling urgent matters with assistant Quinn. The news of his accident had been carefully suppressed–only close family knew.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the hospital corridor.

Lilith didn't bother looking up from her laptop as the door swung open violently.

Her cane tapped against the pristine hospital floor, each step filled with authority. Her lips were pressed into a thin, disapproving line.

Alan–Sebastian's father followed, his face unreadable, while Ana, his mother, looked pale but composed.

Rose rushed inside too, her small frame trembling with nerves.

Chapter 154 You broke him