Semua Bab His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Ophelia’s POV The weekend came like a reprieve I hadn’t known I needed. The intensity of the past week—the kiss, Aaron’s confession, and my own tangled feelings—had left me emotionally drained. I stayed home, trying to distract myself with Caleb, errands, and anything that could stop my mind from wandering back to Aaron. But it was futile. Every quiet moment was filled with the memory of his touch, the way he looked at me, and the sound of his voice when he told me he cared. It wasn’t just the kiss that haunted me—it was the way he made me feel like I wasn’t invisible, like I mattered. I hated it. Not because it wasn’t true, but because it was too dangerous to believe. By Monday morning, I had resolved to keep my distance, to enforce the boundaries that had started to blur. I told myself it was for the best—for him, for me, and for the goals that still tied us both to this fragile arrangement. But as soon as I walked into his office, the air between us shifted. Aaron was standing

Ophelia’s POV The days following that conversation with Aaron were a blur. I kept telling myself that I was in control, that I was staying focused on my goals, but every time I saw him, every time our eyes met, the walls I had so carefully built around my heart seemed to crumble a little more. I couldn’t escape the pull of him, the way he made me feel like I mattered in a world that had long since made me feel invisible. It was as if every time I tried to convince myself that I was fine, that I could manage without him, the truth would hit me like a thunderclap. I wasn’t fine. And I didn’t know how to be fine anymore. The tension in the office was palpable. I tried to keep my distance, focusing on the work in front of me, but it was hard to ignore the fact that things had changed between us. The unspoken understanding we had now felt like a heavy weight, a presence that lingered in every corner of the office, in every interaction we shared. By the middle of the week, I had resign

Ophelia’s POV The moment I stepped into my apartment, I felt the weight of what had just happened settle over me. I leaned against the door, my fingers pressed to my lips where Aaron’s kiss still lingered. It wasn’t the first time we’d kissed, but this one felt different. It wasn’t just heat or impulsive desire—it was layered, charged with emotions I didn’t want to name. The lines we had carefully drawn between us were now smudged, and I couldn’t deny that I had crossed one I swore I wouldn’t. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Aaron Donovan wasn’t supposed to feel like more than a boss or an ally in my quest for revenge. And yet, here I was, tangled in emotions that felt both intoxicating and terrifying. Caleb’s small voice broke through my thoughts. “Mom?” I opened my eyes to find him standing in the hallway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “You’re still up?” I asked, pushing myself off the door. He nodded, clutching his favorite stuffed lion. “I

Ophelia’s POV When I returned to the office, my pulse was still racing. The meeting with Kent had left a bitter taste in my mouth, and his words about Aaron kept replaying in my mind like a broken record. “Men like Aaron don’t give without expecting something in return.” Kent had no right to talk about anyone’s character, least of all Aaron’s. And yet, the warning lingered. Was there a kernel of truth hidden in his venom? Aaron was ruthless, a man who made it clear he didn’t invest in anything—or anyone—without a purpose. But then I thought of the man who had softened, even just for a moment, in the privacy of his office. The man who had kissed me with a vulnerability that felt startlingly real. I wasn’t sure which version of him to believe anymore. The office was unusually quiet when I stepped off the elevator. Most of the staff had gone for lunch, leaving only a handful of voices murmuring in the distance. As I walked toward my desk, I noticed Aaron’s office door was open, and

Ophelia’s POV The next morning, the weight of the previous night’s conversation with Aaron hung heavily over me. I had spent hours lying awake, going over every word, every look, and every fleeting moment between us. It was a futile exercise, but I couldn’t stop myself. By the time I got Caleb ready and dropped him off at school, my resolve to maintain some semblance of professionalism had hardened. Aaron had been clear about his intentions, but I couldn’t afford to let my emotions spiral. There was too much at stake. As I stepped into the office, I noticed the energy was unusually tense. People moved quickly, their faces set with a mix of worry and focus. “Morning, Lewis,” Claire, the receptionist, said as I passed her desk. “Morning,” I replied, glancing around. “What’s going on?” “Big deal on the line,” she whispered. “Aaron’s been in meetings all morning with the board. Something about the Falcon acquisition.” I nodded, gripping the strap of my bag tighter. Of course. Aaron