All Chapters of The Secetary’s Secret Marriage: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Chapter : Lucien ScanHer POV "Lucien…" My voice was barely a whisper.I froze, my eyes scanning the floor and then back up. "I… I need to tell you something. Something important."He stood, moving toward me, but there was hesitation in his steps-a rare moment of uncertainty that made my chest tighten further. "Whatever it is, amore… you know you can tell me anything."I nodded, willing my trembling hands to still. “It's about… Isabella.”Lucien's jaw tightened, his lips silencing together. At first he didn't speak. Just stared, eyes dark, calculating. The tension in the room thickened, pressing down on me. I wanted to reach out, to touch his arm, to tell him that whatever came, I was with him. But I stayed back, afraid my own fear would show too much.I shook my head. “I can’t… not proof. I only heard it. I don’t want to be wrong. I don’t want to destroy something… I.” My voice cracked. “I don’t want to hurt you or Isabella by accusing her if I’m wrong.”Lucien’s face relaxed just a

Chapter 174 – Shadows in MotionThe air in the office felt heavier than usual. Even though Lucien’s security team moved quietly around us, I could feel the tension in the room pressing against my chest. Every sound, the faint hum of the air conditioner, the distant click of a keyboard — made my pulse quicken. My hands were shaking slightly, and I knew Lucien noticed, though he didn’t say a word.“Stay calm,” he murmured beside me, his voice low but firm. “We only move when we’re ready.”I nodded, trying to steady my breath. Calm, Alina, calm. I repeated it like a mantra, though my mind kept flashing back to Dima — the way he had stared at me that day, the cruel smirk on his face as if he already knew he could control everything around me. But that Alina — the scared, trembling version of me — was gone.Not entirely gone, maybe, but I was learning. Learning that fear could be transformed into focus, into awareness.Lucien leaned over the surveillance screens, scanning the live feeds.

Chapter 176 Flames of DefianceI barely slept that night. My mind kept replaying every second of what had happened — Dima’s face twisted with fury, the sudden chaos, the fear, and that sharp, adrenaline-fueled moment when I realized I wasn’t just running for my own life anymore. I had saved someone else. Lucien. Isabella. A part of me still couldn’t believe it. But the echo of it lingered — and it filled me with something dangerous, something intoxicating: power.By morning, I was restless. I paced the apartment quietly, checking the doors, the windows, and even the locks on the balcony. Every sound outside made me flinch. A car horn, a distant shout, even the soft creak of our floors — my senses had sharpened to the point of paranoia. Lucien was in the study, his back to me as he tapped away at his laptop, phone beside him buzzing occasionally.I swallowed hard. I wanted to speak, to voice the unease clenching my chest, but the words caught in my throat. Instead, I leaned against the

Chapter 178 – The Storm UnleashedI had barely caught my breath from the morning meeting when the first warning came. A quiet buzz of the intercom, soft at first, like a whisper, then a sharp tone that made my heart lurch. Lucien’s office was silent except for the faint hum of his laptop, but when I saw his eyes flick to the screen, the air in the room shifted.“Alina,” he said, low, measured. His voice always carried that weight—the kind that demanded attention without raising it too loud. “Stay close to me.”I froze. It wasn’t just the tone—it was everything in the way he stood, rigid, shoulders squared, jaw tight. Something was coming, and he already knew it.Then the alert flashed across the screen: security breach at the east entrance. Not the usual glitch, not a false alarm. Someone had tried to get in.My stomach dropped. My first thought—Dima. I’d been preparing myself, telling myself I was ready, but nothing could have prepared me for the sharp spike of fear that shot through

Chapter 180 : The Storm UnleashedThe morning was bright, almost cruelly cheerful, as if the world refused to understand the tension coiling in my chest. Every sound in the house felt sharper today—the faint hum of the fridge, the rustle of Lucien’s tie as he moved through the kitchen, even the distant chirping of birds outside. My nerves were taut, and I couldn’t shake the sense that something bad was coming.Lucien noticed immediately. He didn’t say anything at first, just studied me over his morning coffee, his brow furrowed. The calm he always carried now felt like a shield he was trying to hold up between me and the world. I wanted to tell him I could handle it, that I wasn’t the fragile woman who needed protection anymore. But every time I opened my mouth, the words died on my tongue.“You’re quiet,” he said softly, sliding the mug into my hands. His eyes were sharp, attentive, and I caught the unspoken warning behind them. “Be ready today. Dima won’t stay idle for long.”I nodd