Semua Bab The Secetary’s Secret Marriage: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Chapter 141 : CompesationAlina’s POVBy the time we got home, my legs felt like they were made of lead. The evening heels pinched at my feet, and the glittering dress that had once made me feel beautiful now felt like armor that had been too heavy to wear. I exhaled deeply the moment Lucien opened the door, stepping into the quiet warmth of our home. The silence after the dinner felt like heaven. No judgmental glances. No fake smiles. No whispered comments behind wine glasses. Just us.Lucien followed behind me, setting down the keys before his arms found their way around my waist. His touch was gentle, grounding. “You did well tonight,” he murmured near my ear, his voice soft yet proud.I turned slightly, meeting his eyes. “Did I?” My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. “Because it didn’t feel like it. Every word from your aunt was a blade. And your cousin—” I let out a dry laugh. “He looked at me like I stole something that belonged to him.”Lucien’s expression softened. “T

Chapter 143– the Past(Alina’s POV)Morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, soft and golden, warming the sheets. I stretched lightly, feeling a rare calm after everything that had happened these past weeks. For the first time in a long while, life almost felt… peaceful.Lucien wasn’t beside me. His side of the bed was cold. I frowned, pushing myself up, and heard a low, controlled voice from down the hall.He was on the phone.I walked quietly toward the study, stopping by the door. His tone was calm but sharp, that particular kind of calm that only came when something was wrong.“…keep me updated every hour,” he was saying. “If anything changes, I want to know before anyone else does. Don’t move until I give the order.”There was silence. Then the sound of him exhaling. The kind of slow breath that meant he was trying not to lose patience.When I stepped into the room, he looked up briefly, then forced a small smile. “You’re awake.”“Who was that?” I asked softly, studying his

Chapter 145 – Unveiled TruthsThe house was quiet after Isabella left, the kind of quiet that made every creak of the floorboards and hum of the air conditioner sound louder than it really was. I sat on the edge of the sofa, my hands folded in my lap, my mind still swirling from the afternoon. Isabella’s presence had been a balm, a small, bright light in the tension that had gripped me the past few days. And now, without her laughter echoing in the rooms, the silence felt heavier, almost suffocating.I heard Lucien’s footsteps before I saw him. Slow, deliberate, careful. I looked up to find him leaning against the doorway of the living room, his dark eyes fixed on me. There was a weight in them — one I hadn’t seen before — and it made my chest tighten.“Alina,” he said softly, almost a whisper, “can we talk?”I nodded, not trusting my voice yet. He stepped fully into the room and sat opposite me, the sofa creaking slightly under his weight. There was a long pause as he studied me, as

Chapter 147Investigating The package still sat on the corner of my desk, unopened for hours, a quiet reminder that the past I had tried to bury was clawing its way back into my life. The moment Lucien had left for the day, I found myself staring at it, heart pounding, hands trembling. I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Dima wasn’t just a ghost from our past; he was a storm waiting to strike, and I had no intention of standing idle while he threatened us.I took a deep breath and finally tore open the package. Inside was a photograph of me from years ago, long before Lucien had come into my life — a photo I had thought lost forever. Beside it, a note scribbled in harsh, familiar handwriting: “You think you can hide? You belong to me, and so does he. I’m coming.”My stomach twisted. Fear tried to grip me, but I pushed it away. No more waiting. No more hiding. If Lucien had fought this battle alone for so long, it was time I became more than someone he protected. It was time I fought with h

Capítulo 149 — Together The office was silent, except for the faint hum of the computers and the occasional beep from the security system. Lucien had insisted on keeping watch over the new lead we had discovered — Dima’s ally — but he had let me stay in the room. I could feel his eyes on me, calm yet piercing, as if measuring every move I made. I hunched over the laptop, scanning through the data we had collected. Every email, every financial transfer, every subtle connection in Dima’s network was laid out before us, like a twisted map. The more I looked, the more I realized just how far-reaching he had become. And yet, there was a flaw — a tiny, almost invisible inconsistency that made my pulse quicken. “Look at this,” I said quietly, pointing to a series of coded messages. “Dima is trying to coordinate something tomorrow — something big. He doesn’t think anyone would notice this, but he’s left a trail.” Lucien leaned over my shoulder, his expression calm but unreadable. “You’re s