All Chapters of His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I wished I were dead. I wished I'd sustained a brain injury, or better—had found myself in an alternate universe in order to explain why my husband was hunched over my sister, railing her from behind.The mugs of coffee I carried dropped to the floor and shattered, alerting the two unholy lovebirds to my presence. My husband, Kent, turned sharply and gasped. “Lia?” He hastily pulled his up his boxers to cover himself. My attention switched to Samara who looked away and quietly adjusted her dress. “Why are you avoiding my gaze, Samara. Why not look at me?”She continued to keep her eyes away from me. Even as Kent approached me, I couldn't stop looking at Samara. The weight of what I'd discovered was too much to bear. “Lia,” Kent started with a calm voice. “I can explain.”I chuckled. The fact tears weren't pouring from my eyes surprised me. It just goes to show how unbelievable this situation was. Kent and Samara together in my office. I nodded. ‘“Go on. Tell me something I don't

THREE YEARS LATER…“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine, my prince.” The little boy stirred as I gently shook him. But he didn't wake. I couldn't help the smirk that tipped my lips as I heard his tiny snore the next second. Stirling a giggle, I caressed his ear. He squirmed. “Okay, Mommy is serious now. Time for school.”Hearing this, he peeled open his eyes. Those cute blues flashed at me before he snuggled close to me. I gave a satisfied chuckle as I wrapped him in my arms. “You slept like the king you are.” I kissed the top of his golden hair. “Mommy didn't quite.”“Morning, Mommy.” he said in a groggy voice. “Morning love,” I kissed his head again, holding him close. My eyes shut close. It was always this way, me hugging Caleb so tight as though I wasn't going to see him again. I couldn't help it. He was my world. He was my joy. He was the reason I hadn't ended my life three years ago, but instead strived to keep living. And plot revenge. “Alright. Time for school now.” He groane

As my alarm chimmed, I imagined smashing it and somehow having that turn back the hands of time. But the alarm had cost me close to a million dollars at an antique auction. The thought of inflicting such an injury on an inanimate object didn't seem becoming of me. For the first time in my thirty years of existence, I didn't feel like leaving my room. My footsteps towards the bathroom was lazy; I had forgone the routine of press-up. I didn't look forward to getting to the office because my frustration levels would likely increase today. Finding a replacement for the insolent lady proved extremely difficult. After showering, and dressing up, I settled in the living room with Geneviv to have breakfast. Her face softened. Before I could ask what the problem, she spoke, “You don't look cheerful. What's the problem?”“I don't wear a cheerful face,” I reminded her, stifling the smirk which itched to appear on my face. “Obviously.” She rolled her eyes. “But this case is different. Your w

I sat in the coffee shop, my eyes glued to the screen of my laptop, but my mind kept drifting.The adrenaline rush of my return to Donovan Corporation hadn’t worn off yet. It was a strange sensation, like stepping into a familiar room after years of being away.The smell of polished wood, the hum of a thousand voices in the background—it was the same, but I wasn’t the same.I knew Aaron would never let me off easily. He might have given me a second chance, but that didn’t mean he trusted me, or that he wouldn’t be watching my every move. And that was fine. He could watch. I would make sure he saw exactly what I wanted him to see. But there was something more I needed.Something he wouldn’t give me just by offering me a job as his secretary. I needed access to the people who truly ran the show, the ones whose names were whispered in boardrooms and whose decisions shaped the fate of entire industries.I was scrolling through my contacts when I saw her name. “Geneviv.” I hadn’t thought a

Geneviv’s presence was an enigma—one I couldn’t quite decipher. As I stood there in the hallway, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling settling in my gut.Aaron’s office was just down the corridor, but I knew better than to return to it just yet. There were far more pressing matters at hand, and Geneviv was at the center of it.She motioned for me to follow her, leading the way toward the nearest exit. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was making the right decision. After all, I was here to prove myself to Aaron Donovan, not to get tangled in more family drama. But I couldn’t ignore the urgency in Geneviv’s voice.Something was up, and I had to know what. We stepped out of the building and into the crisp morning air. The city was bustling as usual, people rushing around on the sidewalks, but Geneviv seemed in her own world.She wheeled herself towards a nearby café without a word, her back straight, her gaze forward as if she was already a hundred miles away. I followed, matching h