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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?

Tags:
Multiple Personality Disorder (DID), Mystery Romance, Boss and Secretary, Cold Male Lead, Strong Female Lead, Slow Burn Romance, Dangerous CEO, Psychological Drama

Devilish secretary

Mature Content (18+):

This chapter contains intimate scenes. Reader discretion advised.

Lilith sank to her knees on the soft rug, the hem of her silky dress pooling around her. Her breath came out warm against his skin as she looked up at him — the sight of his hungry, hooded eyes made something tighten deliciously in her belly.

He leaned back against the vanity table, one hand gripping the edge for balance, his knuckles white as he watched her every move. When she pushed chair aside and reached for the waistband of his pants, a strained groan escaped his lips.

She dragged his pants down slowly, deliberately, letting her fingertips brush against the hard lines of his thighs. His muscles twitched under her touch, and she smiled a little as she traced small circles on his skin, hearing his breath catch.

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