Todos os capítulos de The Devil's Secretary : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Lillian My eyes widened in horror as I locked gazes with them. They were wearing a faceless mask, each unmoving as they stood some feet away from me and Zayden. Zayden pushed me behind him protectively, and I clutched his shirt, my whole body trembling. The one holding the battle axe raised his weapon, pointing it at Noah on the floor partially covered in stage smoke. " He was too noisy, so I shut him up." His menacing voice pierced through the air. My mind reeled, consumed by a maelstrom of terrifying thoughts and memories. Zayden sighed as if he found the situation boring. His aura suddenly changed, the presence emanating from him was like darkness, making goosebumps crawl on my skin. " What do you want?" His voice was like that of ice. The one with the gun curled his weapon in his hand, taking steps forward. My eyes darted desperately, searching for an escape route. " We don't want trouble. Just hand the girl over, and we'll be on our way." He raised both ha

Zayden Lillian walked into our office with an ice cream cup filled to the brim in her hand. She said she was craving ice cream all of a sudden so I ordered her favourite. There was a spoon in her mouth, with little cream smeared on her cheeks. She looked better. She had added weight. Her ass was bigger and rounder. Her boobs remained the same but her thighs were thicker and curvier. I drool every single time I stare at her body. Her skin was glowing and as white as snow, even her hair had gotten longer, almost touching underneath her ass. It's been three months and I could see the effect of my money on her. She's a big spender. I'm not complaining; as long as it makes her happy, then I'm spending every single penny I have on her. She spends a lot on food, unlike most women who'd rather have expensive jewellery and clothes. That's one thing I love about her. Plus, she's bad at choosing her clothes. I know her size, so I get the clothes for her myself, except when her b

Lillian This was odd. I stared at my screen, at the text I sent Zayden over four hours ago. He still hadn't replied and he wasn't answering my calls. Zayden doesn't stay out late. It was already 3 pm and he wasn't back. I called the office and the security said he hadn't returned to the office. A company dinner shouldn't last till overnight, right? What kind of dinner was that anyway? I sighed, I baked cake and some cookies to surprise him. I wanted him to try it, and that was why I stayed up late waiting for him. I tried calling again but still no answer. Finally giving up, I lay under the covers and went to sleep. The next morning i called him again but still no answer. Should I be worried? Maybe. He's a grown-ass man but also a married man,and knowing Zayden; he has never stayed out past 11. I got dressed and had breakfast while hoping I'll hear him drive in. The clock ticked, and it was already 10, but still no sign of him. I got tired and decided to g

Zayden She took a shaky breath, her skin pale."He would torture me while whispering that he loved me and no one else would. I believed him because the truth was the only people who ever loved me were my parents, and I barely remembered them." "In what way did he torture you?" I wanted to know how I'd kill him. I was going to inflict ten times the pain, he did on Lillian. I don't care if she's going to hate me for it, but I'm going to make him suffer. I'm going to get justice for her even if it gets me in jail. She swallowed, her voice cracking. It was hard for her. I could tell she was trying so hard not to break down. "Sometimes he'd use a knife, other times his belt, nail or his fist. He didn't fail to pay my tuition and cover my expenses and that was the only thing that kept me going." I squeezed her hand, thankfully she hadn't noticed the scratch on my knuckles. I made sure to clean them up and apply a concealer after punching the wall to relieve my frustration yesterday.

Lillian Jade kept running around, packing everything she could lay her hands on that she thought we needed. She had been giddy the whole time after I told her we were going to Paris and that we were going to use Zayden's private jet. Nico was against her going but eventually agreed. I understood him; it's quite intimidating if your girlfriend's best friend has a rich husband and she's enjoying privileges indirectly from him.Nico wasn't poor; he had a stable job to live an average life, and I had suggested that he came to work in Zayden's company. All it took was for me to run my hands through Zayden's hair while kissing him, and he'd agree. But it was a big, no. He felt intimidated so we all chilled and let him do what he wanted. "We're going to Paris!" She kept repeating and I just sat at the edge of the bed, watching with a satisfied expression on my face. "My husband said we could go shopping when we arrive, so you don't have to pack too much," I told her, a wide sm