All Chapters of The Secetary’s Secret Marriage: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 121- Awake Alina’s POVI didn’t move from my chair the moment Lucien’s eyes flickered open. I couldn’t. Not after everything that had happened. My hands were still trembling from the hours in surgery, from the fear, from the weight of what I had done. I had given him part of myself, a part I could never get back, just to see him breathe again.When his eyelids finally lifted, I held my breath. I wanted him to see me, to know I was there, but I also wanted to disappear. What if he hated me? What if he blamed me for the loss?“Alina?” His voice was hoarse, weak, but unmistakably his. My heart stopped for a second.“Yes… it’s me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. My throat felt dry, my chest heavy.He blinked slowly, trying to focus. Then his gaze sharpened, and I saw confusion, recognition, and something else—shock. His eyes widened, and I knew he understood… somehow he knew something had changed, that something had been taken from me for him.Before I could say anything,

Chapter 123— Shadows Behind the CompanyLucien’s POVThe night was quiet, too quiet for a hospital.The only sound was the steady beeping of Alina’s monitor beside the bed. She was sleeping, her face pale but peaceful. Her hand rested weakly on top of mine, and I didn’t dare move, afraid she might wake.The last few days had drained every bit of strength I had. I’d seen her bleed, collapse, fight through pain — all because of me. And now, even in her sleep, she looked fragile, almost breakable.I leaned closer and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead.“Rest, my love,” I whispered. “You’ve done enough.”For the first time, I wasn’t thinking about the empire, the family, or the endless decisions waiting on my desk. My only thought was keeping her safe — at any cost.Just then, my phone buzzed.It was past midnight, and I didn’t recognize the number. But when I saw the message — “Sir, it’s me. Urgent.” — I quietly slipped my hand from Alina’s and stepped out of the room.The corrid

Chapter 125: Independence and FearHer pov The morning sunlight spilled softly into our bedroom. I woke up feeling a strange mix of relief and excitement, my chest still tight from the events of the past weeks. Today felt different. Today, I wanted to reclaim a part of my life—my independence, my sense of self. Even though my body was still weak from everything—the pregnancy, the surgery, the emotional rollercoaster, I wanted to go back to work. I needed to feel useful again, to breathe outside the walls of this house and the constant worry of Lucien.I got out of bed slowly, stretching, trying to ignore the faint ache in my side. Each movement was a little reminder of my fragility, but I pushed it aside. I had to dress carefully. I took my time choosing something professional yet comfortable—a soft blouse that wasn’t tight, a skirt that allowed movement, and shoes that were elegant but safe for walking. I looked at myself in the mirror for a long moment, smoothing my hair, breathing

Chapter 126The phone on my desk buzzed once — sharp, insistent.I glanced at the screen. Investigator Kellan.I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly before answering. “Talk to me.”His voice came steady through the line. “Sir, we got a call from Dima a few minutes ago. He reached out directly. He talked about the company we bought … and he’s requesting to take over as the manager.”I froze. For a few seconds, all I heard was the faint hum of the city outside my window —l, engines, wind, a siren in the distance. My jaw tightened. Dima. Always too ambitious for his own good. Always mistaking opportunity for ownership.“And what did you tell him?” I asked, my tone quiet but sharp enough to cut.“I told him no,” Kellan replied. “Said the position was already filled. He sounded… irritated. Thought I didn’t recognize him.”A low hum slipped past my lips — not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh. “Of course he’s irritated. He doesn’t like being told no. Especially not by someone who doesn’t

Chapter 129 - SackAlina’s Pov I was sitting at my desk, the soft hum of computers and murmured conversations filling the room. The sunlight streaming through the windows made the office feel calm, almost peaceful. For the first time in a long time, I was enjoying work again. The team was kind, helpful, and I felt… useful.Then my phone buzzed.“Alina, the manager is asking to see you in his office,” a colleague said.My stomach tightened. My hand froze over the keyboard. The word “manager” had never felt so heavy. I had braced myself for this day, but I didn’t expect it to arrive like this — so suddenly.I nodded, swallowing my fear. “I’ll go,” I said, trying to sound calm.Walking down the corridor, each step felt heavier than the last. My pulse raced. My mind spun with possibilities. Please, let this be normal. Please let him not know who I am…I reached the door, took a deep breath, and stepped inside.Dima was there. His smug smile was the first thing I saw. He leaned back in hi