บททั้งหมดของ His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 129

Ophelia’s POV The air was thick with tension. I could feel the weight of it hanging over me like a dark cloud, pressing in from all sides. It had been a few days since Aaron’s declaration of commitment, and I had allowed myself to relax, to let my guard down—just a little. Caleb and I had started to settle into a routine that felt right, and Aaron had become an integral part of our little family. It was easy to forget, for brief moments, that there were still ghosts of the past lurking in the shadows. But no matter how hard I tried to move forward, they always seemed to catch up with me. Samara, especially, had been a constant thorn in my side. I’d heard rumors, whispers of her movements, but nothing concrete. I knew she was still out there, somewhere, plotting and scheming, but I hadn’t expected her to make her move this soon. The message arrived unexpectedly. My phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a name I hadn’t seen in years. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at it,

Ophelia’s POV The night was dark, far darker than it had any right to be, considering the late hour. I sat on the couch, my phone resting on the coffee table, my fingers twitching as I glanced nervously at it. I had never felt so vulnerable, so helpless. Caleb was asleep upstairs, unaware of the growing danger that loomed over us. Aaron had left to take care of some business—he’d insisted on handling things alone, as much as I hated the idea. But I knew he was trying to protect me, to keep me from spiraling. Even so, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was coming, and we weren’t ready. The house felt too quiet, too still, the air heavy with tension. Every small noise made me jump, and I was hyperaware of the faint creaks of the house settling. My thoughts constantly circled back to Samara. I had barely heard from her after the confrontation in the park, and that should have been a relief. But instead, it left a strange unease crawling under my skin. I knew she wa

Ophelia’s POV The air inside the car felt thick with tension as I drove toward the hideout, my knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel. Each word of Samara’s voice still echoed in my mind. The threats. The mockery. How naïve she thought I was, how helpless she believed me to be. But I wasn’t helpless anymore. I wasn’t that same girl who had been caught in her web of lies. I had changed. I had Aaron now—someone who would do anything to protect me. But even as I repeated this to myself, the sinking feeling in my chest wouldn’t disappear. The thought of Caleb—my son—kept pushing me forward. He was out there, trapped, with Samara and Kent. I couldn’t afford to be weak. I couldn’t let them break me again. I knew I was walking into a trap, but it didn’t matter. Caleb needed me. There was no other choice. I pulled into the abandoned warehouse where Samara had directed me. The place was desolate, the windows boarded up, and the area surrounding it looked abandoned for years. My

Ophelia’s POV Three months. It had been three months since everything turned upside down. Three months since the nightmare ended with the death of Samara and Kent’s final betrayal. Three months since Caleb and I were rescued from their grasp, and Aaron had stepped into our lives in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined. I leaned against the window of Aaron’s penthouse, watching the city lights shimmer below. The hustle and bustle of the world outside felt so distant now, like a memory I wasn’t sure I wanted to revisit. The pain and chaos of the past were slowly fading into the background, and the future—my future—was taking shape in ways I never thought possible. I glanced over at Caleb, who was playing with his toys in the living room. He was laughing—genuinely laughing—like he hadn’t in a long time. The last few months had been transformative for both of us. Caleb had his moments of fear and uncertainty, but with Aaron’s unwavering support, he was slowly finding his joy again. And