All Chapters of The Secetary’s Secret Marriage: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter Ninety One : Police ArrestAlina’s POVThe drums were loud, the talking drums answering each other with joy. Women danced in bright wrappers, men clapped their hands, children ran around with laughter. My heart was full. I could not believe I was sitting beside Lucien, dressed as his bride, my hands heavy with beads, my head tied with a veil that shimmered in the sun.For one moment, I felt like I was dreaming. Everything had gone smoothly. The elders had blessed us, drinks had been poured, wrappers exchanged. Lucien had held my hand so tight that I felt his vow even before he spoke it out loud.“You are mine. Forever,” he had declared in front of everyone.My heart had almost burst.The music rose louder as people danced. Lucien leaned close and whispered, “Smile, Alina. Today, the world sees you as my wife.” His words made my chest warm. I smiled and tried to relax, even as I felt so many eyes watching me—some with joy, others with envy.I almost laughed when I saw Vanessa d

Chapter Ninety ThreeAlina’s PovAlina’s HeartThat night felt heavier than any night in my life. The songs and laughter from the wedding were gone. Only silence remained. My chest was still tight, and my hands would not stop shaking. I could not even lift my eyes properly when Lucien guided me out of the noise.He didn’t speak. He just held my hand firmly, as if he feared I might slip away. His grip was strong, almost painful, but it was also the only thing holding me steady. He led me into the car, and when the door closed, the outside world disappeared. It was just the two of us.I pressed my head against the window, trying to calm down. But tears slid down my cheeks before I even realized it. My heart felt broken, not because of the ceremony being ruined, but because I felt like all this chaos was my fault. If I hadn’t asked for the traditional wedding, maybe none of this would have happened. Maybe nobody would have suffered.Lucien reached over and pulled me to him. My cheek rest

Chapter Ninety Five ListenAlina’s POVThe air inside the office was heavy, like the walls themselves were holding their breath. I stood close to Lucien’s desk, my heart still aching from all the whispers I had heard in the hallway. Then, without knocking, Vanessa burst into the room, her heels clicking on the floor like sharp knives.Her eyes scanned the place quickly and landed on me. She smiled that wicked smile of hers, the one that always carried poison behind it.“So, this is where you hide,” she said smoothly, tilting her head. “I came to see the CEO, but I didn’t know I would meet… his little pity project too.”Her words stung like fire against my skin. I clenched my hands together, trying not to show how much it hurt.Before I could answer, Lucien slowly stood up from behind his desk. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even shout. But his presence, the cold steel in his tone, made the entire room fall silent.“Vanessa,” he said, his voice low but sharp, like a blade. “You

Chapter 97Alina’s PovThoughtI barely remember how I got to the small sitting room. My legs felt heavy, as if they had forgotten how to move on their own. The voices of Lucien’s elders still echoed in my head, sharp and cold, accusing me silently of being unworthy, of being someone who didn’t belong in his world. I tried to tell myself I shouldn’t listen, that Lucien had chosen me, but every word, every stare, made me feel small again, like I was shrinking inside myself.I sank onto the soft sofa, my hands clutching at my lap as if holding onto myself was the only way to keep from falling apart. My heart was pounding, and I could feel tears threatening to spill over, even though I tried to stop them. I hated feeling this weak. I hated feeling like I might ruin everything Lucien had fought for, everything he had chosen me for.And then I heard it—the quiet, measured footsteps that I knew anywhere, even in my haze. Lucien.I froze, trying to compose myself, trying to seem strong, but

Chapter Ninety Nine - Reality Alina’s POVThe honeymoon had felt like a dream. For a short while, it was just me and Lucien, far from Dima, far from whispers, far from the weight of his family’s stares. Every morning I woke up to the warmth of his arms, and every night I fell asleep to his heartbeat.But dreams don’t last forever.When we returned, reality followed us like a shadow.I sat at the edge of the bed, brushing my hair, trying to ignore the way Lucien’s eyes followed me from where he stood near the window. His suit jacket hung on a chair, his tie loose, but his gaze was sharp.“Alina,” he said, voice low but firm. “You’re not resuming work tomorrow.”I froze, the brush slipping from my hand. I turned slowly. “What do you mean?”“You heard me,” he said, stepping closer. “You’ll stay home. At least for now. It’s not safe.”I let out a small laugh, though it wasn’t funny. “Not safe? Lucien, everything in this world is not safe. If we keep waiting for safety, then I’ll never st