All Chapters of His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The day after I met with Geneviv, I was restless. My mind wouldn’t stop running through the possibilities, all the ways I could use the opportunity she had given me. I hadn’t expected her to be so willing to help, but I knew better than to believe it came without a catch. There was always a catch when you were dealing with people like her, with people like Aaron. The next morning, I arrived early at the office, ready to make my presence known. It was a quiet day, most of the other employees in their respective corners, but the tension in the air was palpable. I could feel it, the slight unease that had settled in ever since the interview disaster with Aaron. But now, things were different. I had a plan. A better plan. Geneviv’s words from yesterday echoed in my mind: You don’t mess with my brother. Not unless you’re prepared for the consequences. I wasn’t naive. I knew Aaron was ruthless. But what Geneviv hadn’t said was how far I was willing to go to get what I wanted. She had g

The morning arrived with an unnerving calmness, a stillness that made my pulse race faster than it should have. I stood before my mirror, adjusting my blouse for the umpteenth time. I had spent the past hour choosing the right outfit, wanting to strike a balance between professional and confident. It wasn’t enough to simply show up anymore. I needed to make an impression—an unforgettable one. Aaron’s invitation—or perhaps, demand—hung over me like a storm cloud. His message had been straightforward, but it felt loaded with something more. I had no intention of backing down, no matter how intimidating he was or how complicated Geneviv’s warning had made things. I glanced over at Caleb, still fast asleep in his room. My little boy. I loved him more than life itself, and he was the reason I had pushed forward this far. No matter the obstacles, I couldn’t afford to fail him. I swallowed down the nerves crawling up my throat and adjusted my makeup one last time. Today was the day I w

The next day arrived with the weight of anticipation pressing down on me. The night before had been a blur of strategizing and mental calculations, but today was the day everything would come to fruition—or fall apart. I had no time to second-guess myself now. I couldn’t afford to. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing my dress and adjusting the loose strands of my hair. The reflection staring back at me was one I barely recognized. There was a confidence in my posture that hadn’t been there before—an aura of someone who had learned to navigate a world of high stakes and power plays. A far cry from the woman who had walked into Aaron Donovan’s office just a few days ago, unsure of herself, ready to leave the corporate world behind. Now, I was playing a game I didn’t fully understand yet, but I was playing it well. The realization both thrilled and terrified me. I arrived early at the conference room of Avenue International, as I always did when preparing for something import

The office was quiet, the kind of silence that made you hyper-aware of every sound—the faint hum of the air conditioner, the distant clack of heels in the hallway, the rustle of papers from Aaron’s desk. I sat across from him, my hands resting on my lap, my body tense. He hadn’t looked at me once since I entered. “Miss Hilary,” he finally said, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, devoid of the anger or sarcasm I had grown accustomed to. “Yes, Mr. Donovan?” I kept my tone neutral, though my mind was spinning with questions. Why had he called me in here? He leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes finally meeting mine. “How long do you intend to work at Parklies Limited?” I blinked, caught off guard by the question. “I hadn’t given it a timeline, sir.” His lips twitched, the beginning of a smirk that never fully formed. “That’s vague. Let me rephrase. Are you satisfied working as an errand girl?” The condescension in his tone was unmistakable, but I refused to rise to the ba

Ophelia’s POVI woke up the next morning with the taste of last night’s success still fresh, but an unease settled in my chest. Aaron Donovan was an enigma—calculating, sharp, and far too attentive for my liking. Each interaction with him felt like a battle of wits, a dance where every step had to be precise. But it wasn’t his intelligence or authority that unnerved me. It was the way he looked at me as if he could see through the walls I had spent years constructing. Caleb was still asleep when I left for work, his small figure buried under his blanket. The sight grounded me. No matter how much pressure Aaron piled on, no matter how unpredictable my new job became, I had a reason to keep going. The office buzzed with its usual energy when I arrived. Emails, scheduling conflicts, and back-to-back meetings kept me busy. Aaron was his usual demanding self, firing off instructions with the precision of a general commanding troops. “Miss Hilary,” his voice rang out mid-morning. I h