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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

"I hated you for that," she said, her voice low but seething with emotion. "Because I thought you were stronger than that."

Gray didn't speak. Couldn't. He was too lost in her words, in the fire in her eyes.

"And that made me want to break something. You, maybe." Her nails dragged lightly across his chest. "But then I remembered…"

She pressed closer, one leg sliding between his. He gasped as she kissed just below his collarbone…slow, open-mouthed, like she was tasting him.

"…You're mine," she said. "And if you're still breathing, Gray, I will not let you go."

Her lips left a trail across his chest. She whispered again. "I will chase you. Into the dark. Into whatever shadow you hide in. You collapse once more, and I'll follow… but don't expect mercy."

His hands trembled now. With desire. With emotion. With that aching pull only she had power over.

Chapter 268 Black Cat