All Chapters of His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ophelia’s POVThe morning air carried a crisp chill as I stepped into Donovan Corporation, my heels clicking softly against the polished marble floors. It had been a week since Aaron’s unexpected offer for me to take on more responsibilities. At first, I was hesitant, wary of his motives. But over time, I began to see it as an opportunity to prove myself—not just to him, but to me. Still, the undercurrent of tension between us hadn’t entirely dissipated. Aaron Donovan was an enigma. He could be cold and cutting one moment, then unnervingly attentive the next. I wasn’t sure where I stood, but I knew one thing for certain: I wouldn’t let my guard down. “Ms. Hilary,” his voice cut through the air as I approached his office. I froze. He was standing by the window, his back turned to me, looking out over the city skyline. The light streaming through the glass cast sharp angles across his broad shoulders. “Yes, Mr. Donovan?” I replied, keeping my tone professional. “I need you to clea

Ophelia's POV The day started like any other. The office was alive with the usual hum of ringing phones, typing, and the soft chatter of colleagues catching up with one another. But there was a palpable undercurrent of tension that I couldn’t shake off. I kept glancing at the clock, waiting for the moment when everything would change. I hadn’t told Aaron about my meeting with the man in the SUV. Something in the pit of my stomach warned me against it. I could see the warning signs of his concern, but I wasn’t ready to share everything with him—not yet. I needed to piece this together myself. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I typed out an email, but my mind was somewhere else. What had that man meant when he said I was part of something bigger? How did my family tie into all of this? I couldn’t ignore the dark feeling that had settled in my chest. Something was closing in, and no matter how hard I tried to escape it, I knew I couldn’t. “A penny for your thoughts?” I blink

Ophelia’s POV It had been a few weeks since Aaron had pulled me back into his company, and every day felt like a tug-of-war between my mind and my heart. I’d agreed to return on my terms, pushing my way back into the world I had once known. But now, as I worked alongside Aaron, I could feel the weight of our pasts crashing down on us, and it was more than just a few sharp words or icy silences. There were moments, fleeting and fragile, where I wondered if I was losing myself all over again. Aaron hadn’t changed. If anything, he was worse than I remembered. His cold, demanding presence never seemed to soften, no matter how much I tried to reason with myself. But there were moments—when he looked at me when our hands brushed unintentionally—that I saw something in him that I hadn’t expected. Maybe it was because I was too damaged, or maybe he was too broken, but I couldn’t deny that the chemistry between us was undeniable. I shook my head as I sat at my desk, trying to focus on th

Ophelia’s POV The silence that followed Aaron’s departure was almost deafening. The hum of the machines and the soft clicking of the door as it closed behind him seemed to magnify every thought in my mind. Caleb’s steady breaths were the only thing grounding me in the present. I tried to ignore the ache in my chest—the unfamiliar pull that his presence had left behind. Aaron Donovan had never been part of my plan. My goal, from the very beginning, had been revenge—not complicated feelings, not regrets. But somewhere along the way, everything had changed. And I wasn’t sure if I hated it or if, deep down, I welcomed it. The door opened again, and I looked up, my heart sinking slightly at the thought that it might be him coming back. But instead, it was a nurse, carrying a tray with a few medications and a glass of water. “Ms. Lewis, we need to administer these to Caleb,” the nurse said, her voice professional yet kind. She adjusted the IV on Caleb’s arm and glanced at me, waiting f

Ophelia’s POV The sound of the clock ticking was the only thing that filled the silence in my apartment. It was an oppressive silence, one that I had come to loathe over the past few days. Caleb was resting, his fever finally subsiding, but the weight of everything else was threatening to crush me. The mess I had to clean up from my past, the scheming, the lies, and the betrayals—each one seemed more unbearable than the last. I hadn’t expected Kent to show up again. And I hadn’t expected to feel the way I did when he did. The sting of his betrayal still burned, but it wasn’t as sharp as it had been before. Maybe time had dulled it. Or maybe, just maybe, I was beginning to understand something about myself that I hadn’t been willing to admit. What did I want? Did I want Kent back? Did I want him to redeem himself? The question had plagued me ever since he had walked out of that hospital room. No. The answer was clear. I didn’t want him back. But it didn’t mean I didn’t feel conflic