All Chapters of His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Aaron’s POV I’ve always considered myself a man of discipline. Every move I make is calculated, every decision meticulously thought out. In my world, emotions are liabilities—unpredictable, messy, and dangerous. I’ve spent my entire life keeping them at bay, building walls so high that nothing and no one could breach them. And yet, Ophelia Lewis is slipping through the cracks. It’s infuriating. I sat in my office, the low hum of the city outside barely registering as I stared at the financial projections for our upcoming merger. The numbers on the screen were precise, clean—everything my life is supposed to be. Yet, my focus wavered, drawn once again to the one thing I couldn’t control her.The sound of her laughter echoed faintly in my mind, a memory from a meeting earlier that day. It was a rare sound, almost foreign, given her usual guarded demeanor. But when she laughed, it was as if the entire room lit up. Damn it, Aaron. Focus. I forced my attention back to the screen, scrol

Ophelia’s POV Working for Aaron Donovan had become an intricate dance between professionalism and survival. The man was a fortress, his words sharp enough to slice through steel, his demeanor so commanding that even the most seasoned executives often wilted in his presence. Yet, beneath the layers of ruthlessness, I saw something else—something he fought to keep buried. Not that I had any room to analyze his intricacies. I had my own battles to fight. Revenge wasn’t a path for the weak, and my resolve was tested every single day. Every step I took in his office, every word exchanged between us, reminded me of the precarious tightrope I was walking. But lately, the lines between my goals and my growing awareness of Aaron had begun to blur. That morning, as I walked into his office with his coffee and the day’s agenda, I couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked. His usual pristine suit seemed slightly wrinkled, his tie loosened at the neck. His piercing gaze met mine the moment I e

Aaron’s POV The morning unfolded with its usual rhythm of meetings, reports, and deadlines, yet it felt different—off. As I sat in my office, surrounded by files that demanded my attention, my mind kept drifting to her. Ophelia. It wasn’t her competence or her determination that lingered in my thoughts, though both were undeniable. It was the way her voice trembled when she spoke about her battles, the way her eyes flared with defiance even when she was vulnerable. She had stood on that rooftop, baring a fraction of her pain, and something in me had shifted. I’d always been good at compartmentalizing, at keeping my emotions locked away where they couldn’t interfere with my work. But with Ophelia, those walls were beginning to crack. “Sir, the marketing team is ready for you,” Clara, one of the junior staffers, announced from the doorway, breaking my thoughts. I nodded, straightening my tie. “I’ll be there in five minutes.” As she left, I caught sight of Ophelia through the glass

Ophelia’s POV The morning light streamed through my bedroom window, dragging me from a restless sleep. I rolled over, trying to shake the lingering memories of the night before. Aaron’s kiss was still burned into my mind, a searing brand I couldn’t escape. Why had I let it happen? And worse, why had I wanted it to? The worst part wasn’t even the kiss itself; it was the way he looked at me afterward—like I was some kind of puzzle he was determined to solve. It left me feeling exposed, like he could see past all my carefully constructed walls. And for a woman like me, who had learned to survive by keeping her secrets buried, that was terrifying. But I didn’t have time to dwell on my emotions. My mission hadn’t changed. If anything, it had become more complicated. The closer I got to Aaron, the harder it was to remember why I was here in the first place. I had to stay focused. I couldn’t afford to let feelings—whatever they were—get in the way. Pulling myself out of bed, I went thro

Ophelia’s POV The weight of Aaron’s words hung in the air between us. His confession wasn’t loud or dramatic; it was quiet, steady, and yet it shook my entire world. He cared about me. I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, staring at him. My mind was racing, but my body felt frozen, unable to move or even form a coherent thought. Aaron Donovan, the cold, ruthless businessman who didn’t let anyone close, had just admitted he cared about me. “Ophelia,” he said softly, his voice breaking through my spiraling thoughts. I shook my head, trying to gather myself. “I don’t… I don’t know what to say.” He pushed off the desk, his movements slow, cautious, as though he was afraid of startling me. “You don’t have to say anything.” “But I—” I stopped myself, biting down on my lip. How was I supposed to respond to this? He’d crossed a line I wasn’t sure either of us was ready to face. “You care about me,” I repeated, the words feeling foreign in my mouth. “Yes.” His voice was firm, his gaze u