All Chapters of His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ophelia’s POV The tension between us had always been palpable. Aaron Donovan was a man who commanded respect and fear, but as days turned into weeks, my perspective of him began to shift. It wasn’t sudden, nor was it dramatic, but it was undeniable. The cracks in his armor revealed glimpses of a man who wasn’t entirely the ruthless businessman the world believed him to be. Our days were filled with terse conversations, professional jabs, and an undercurrent of something neither of us dared to name. Today was no different, but it was the first time I noticed just how much his presence affected me. The day had started with the usual chaos. A high-stakes negotiation had gone south, and Aaron was in one of his moods. He snapped orders left and right, his deep voice reverberating through the office. By now, I had learned to brace myself for the storm, but I was also no longer afraid to push back when necessary. “Miss Lewis,” he called sharply, standing at his desk, his piercing eyes lo

Ophelia’s POV The days at Donovan Corporation had begun to blur together, a whirlwind of schedules, meetings, and Aaron Donovan’s impossible demands. Yet, despite the exhausting routine, I found myself thriving in ways I hadn’t expected. The position, though grueling, was a distraction I desperately needed—a way to focus my energy away from my past and toward a future that felt ever so slightly in my control. Aaron remained as ruthless as ever, his expectations of perfection looming over every task I performed. But the tension between us had started to shift, crackling with an intensity I couldn’t ignore. His sharp commands felt less biting, his glances lingered just a second too long, and there was something about the way his voice softened in unguarded moments that unsettled me. I couldn’t figure him out, and the uncertainty was maddening. One evening, after a particularly chaotic day of back-to-back meetings, I stayed late to sort through a mountain of paperwork Aaron had hand

Ophelia’s POV Aaron Donovan was a fortress—a man built of steel, his demeanor impenetrable and his emotions tightly locked away. Yet, every passing day at Donovan Corporation felt like I was inching closer to the cracks in his armor, glimpsing the man beneath the façade. It was a dangerous game, one I hadn’t asked to play, but every interaction between us pulled me deeper into the uncharted territory of whatever this was between us. I told myself I wasn’t falling for him. Falling for Aaron Donovan would be like jumping into an abyss, knowing full well there was no bottom, only a plummet that would leave me shattered. He was my boss, my means to an end, and I had a plan to follow—one that didn’t include Aaron Donovan or the confusing whirlwind of emotions he stirred in me. Still, I couldn’t ignore the subtle shifts between us. The sharp edges of his tone had softened, the rare moments of camaraderie slipping through the cracks when he thought no one was watching. And the way he loo

Ophelia’s POV The days following that night in Aaron’s office were a whirlwind. I couldn’t stop replaying his words: “You’re more than that.” What did he mean? And why did it feel like he was standing on the edge of revealing something monumental, only to pull back at the last second? It was maddening. Aaron had always been a man of precision—clear, sharp, and unwavering. Yet lately, there were cracks in his armor, moments where his words and actions hinted at something deeper. And as much as I hated to admit it, those moments were starting to affect me. Still, I had to focus. I had a plan—a goal—and allowing myself to be distracted by whatever was happening between Aaron and me wasn’t an option. I arrived at the office early, determined to bury myself in work. The stack of files on my desk was daunting, but that was exactly what I needed: something to keep my mind occupied. “Miss Lewis,” Aaron’s voice called from his office before I’d even had a chance to sit down. I sighed, set

Ophelia’s POV The next event came quicker than I expected, leaving me scrambling to prepare. Aaron’s instructions were precise but vague. “Formal, but not overly flashy. I’ll have the car pick you up at seven.” That was all he’d said before disappearing back into his office. As I stood before the mirror, adjusting the sleek black dress I’d chosen, I wondered what exactly tonight entailed. My duties as Aaron’s assistant were never straightforward, and the boundaries between professional and personal were increasingly blurry. The car arrived promptly, and the driver greeted me with a polite nod before holding the door open. Settling into the leather seat, I couldn’t help but notice how meticulously everything was maintained—Aaron’s influence was everywhere, even in the smallest details. Aaron was already inside the venue when I arrived. The grand ballroom was filled with an air of quiet sophistication, the kind that only money and power could conjure. Crystal chandeliers cast a wa