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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

Lilith turned her head, her gaze softening as she took in the sight before her.

Ana Carter, usually so elegant and graceful, was crying.

Her delicate hands trembled as they covered her lips, muffling the sounds of her sorrow.

Tears spilled freely down her face, and she didn't try to stop them.

She wasn't the beautiful and composed socialite that the world saw her as.

Right now, she was just a mother watching her son lie unmoving on a hospital bed.

And next to her, Rose clutched the blanket covering Sebastian, her small shoulders shaking.

Her fingers curled into the fabric, as if holding onto her brother would somehow wake him up.

Something unfamiliar twisted in her chest.

She wasn't human enough to cry like them.

She wasn't weak enough to break down.

But she was devil enough to make sure this never happened again.

Chapter 155 Who I am?