Semua Bab The Secetary’s Secret Marriage: Bab 151 - Bab 160

CHAPTER 152 — AFTER THE ATTACKThe house was too quiet.Too still.Too heavy.By the time Lucien and Alina returned home after Dima’s failed attack, the night had already deepened into a suffocating darkness. The hallway lights flickered on automatically, warm and soft, but the warmth didn’t reach either of them. Dust still clung to their clothes. Smoke lingered faintly in their hair. And even though the danger had passed, the air felt thick with everything unspoken.Alina stepped inside first, slow and shaky, her breath catching as if the walls themselves were closing in on her. Lucien followed, silent, his jaw locked so tightly the muscles twitched beneath his skin. His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them—storm-cloud dark, rage-dark, heavy-dark.He shut the door behind them with a soft click.It was gentle.Too gentle.It made her chest ache.Because Lucien only moved gently when he was close to breaking.Alina swallowed hard and slipped off her shoes, her fingers trembling.

Chapter 154 – Rising Shadows(Alina’s POV)The morning sun slanted through the blinds, but it did little to warm me. The air in the house felt heavy, thick with tension, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. My muscles were still sore from yesterday’s chaos, but worse than the physical ache was the memory that played relentlessly in my mind: Dima’s eyes, wild with fury, and the way he had underestimated me.I moved quietly through the living room, careful not to wake Lucien. He had stayed up most of the night, monitoring security feeds, making calls, and coordinating with his team. I had learned quickly that when Lucien took charge, even the smallest details mattered. Every shadow, every visitor, every notification could signal a threat. And after yesterday, nothing felt routine anymore.I reached the window and peered outside. The city was calm, deceptively peaceful, but I knew better. Danger was still out there—somewhere. Dima had escaped, yes, but his failure yeste

Chapter 156 The adrenaline still coursed through me even after we were back inside the safety of our home. My hands shook slightly, though I tried to steady them as I set down the jacket I had grabbed in the chaos. My chest was tight, my lungs still working overtime from the sharp bursts of fear and instinct that had taken over during the attack.I glanced at Lucien, who was standing by the window, phone pressed tightly to his ear, his jaw tense. His sharp eyes scanned the city beyond the glass as if he could see Dima lurking in the shadows. The way he held himself—controlled, precise, unyielding—made me simultaneously admire him and feel guilty for putting myself in danger. He wasn’t just my husband; he was a force I’d only just begun to understand.I hadn’t expected the attack to come so soon, so directly. Every plan, every precaution, had been rendered useless in moments. And yet… somehow, I had managed. I had saved Isabella when a falling beam threatened to trap her, calculating

Chapter 158 : He is always at alert The office was quiet, too quiet for the storm that had just passed. I sank into the leather chair behind my desk, still trying to steady my racing heart. My hands shook slightly—not from fear this time, but from the adrenaline and the lingering rush of what had just happened. The attack. Dima. The chaos.Lucien was standing by the window, his silhouette framed by the evening light spilling across the city. I could feel him tense before he even turned around. That was Lucien—always alert, always calculating. But now… he wasn’t looking at me with worry. He was looking at me with something else. Respect. And maybe a flicker of awe.“You were incredible today,” he said quietly, walking over to stand behind me. His hand rested lightly on my shoulder, but the pressure carried weight—a subtle reminder of his presence, his support. “You stayed calm, strategic. You saved him… Isabella wouldn’t have survived if you hadn’t…”I swallowed hard. Pride and fear c

Chapter 160HER POV – The First CallI couldn’t sleep.Even hours after the attack, even after Lucien held me until my breathing slowed, even after the house fell silent… my mind would not quiet. Every shadow looked deeper. Every sound felt sharper.It was as if the world had shifted an inch to the left — familiar but wrong, safe but not safe.Around two in the morning, I finally gave up trying to rest. I slipped out of bed carefully, not wanting to disturb Lucien. He had barely slept in days, always on alert, always watching the doors, the windows, the perimeter.Always watching me.I wrapped his robe around myself and padded softly toward the kitchen, telling myself tea might help.I should have known the night wasn’t done with me.The house was dark, quiet… too quiet. Even the automated lights didn’t flick on the way they usually did. Maybe there was a glitch. Maybe I was imagining things.I reached the counter, filled a mug with water, and placed it under the dispenser.Then my ph