All Chapters of The Secetary’s Secret Marriage: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Chapter 192: The Choice to Stand(Alina’s POV)That night, sleep refused to come.Lucien lay beside me, his breathing slow and steady, but I knew he wasn’t really sleeping. I could feel it in the way his arm stayed stiff around my waist, like he was guarding something fragile. Like he was guarding me.The room was quiet, too quiet. Every small sound felt loud — the ticking of the clock, the wind brushing the curtains, the distant hum of the city. My mind would not rest. It kept going back to one thing.Dima.He had escaped again.That scared me more than the attack itself.I turned carefully, not wanting to wake Lucien, and stared at the ceiling. My chest felt tight. I hated this feeling — waiting, guessing, being protected like glass that could shatter at any touch.I wasn’t glass.I had been broken before. And I was still standing.Slowly, I slipped out of bed.Lucien stirred. “Alina?” His voice was low, sleepy, but alert.“I’m fine,” I whispered. “I just… need water.”He watched me

Chapter 194: Shadows in the CircleThe morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, but I barely noticed. My mind was consumed with the investigation I’d been working on for days. Every detail about Dima — his contacts, his movements, even whispers from people Lucien trusted — ran through my head like a map I had to memorize. I felt both scared and determined. Scared because I knew one wrong move could put me in danger, and determined because I was no longer willing to just wait for Lucien to protect me. I had to be active. I had to fight.I sat at my desk, a pile of files and printed documents surrounding me. I compared names, dates, and locations, connecting dots that even Lucien might have overlooked. A subtle frustration settled in when I realized that someone close to us could be feeding Dima information. My pulse quickened. If Lucien knew, he’d be furious — but I couldn’t wait for him. Not this time. I needed answers.A soft knock on the door made me jump. “Alina?” Lucien’s v

Chapter- Shadows of the PastThe house was quiet, but I couldn’t shake the unease that had settled over me. Even though the recent attack had failed, the memory of Dima’s face, twisted with desperation, lingered in my mind. Every shadow in the room seemed to move. Every distant car horn or creak of the floorboards made me flinch. I hated that. I hated that my body still reacted like a scared child.Lucien was in the study, hunched over papers and a laptop, his sharp eyes scanning documents and messages at lightning speed. I could hear the tension in his voice as he spoke quietly into his phone. He was trying to appear calm, but I could feel it — the invisible weight pressing down on him, the way he carried the storm for both of us.I hesitated at the doorway. I wanted to join him, to feel useful, but every instinct told me to stay back. I didn’t know enough. I wasn’t trained enough. I wasn’t… him.Then his head snapped up. His eyes met mine — those deep, impossible eyes — and I felt t

Chapter 198: After the Noise FadedI didn’t realize how loud everything had been until the noise stopped.The sirens were gone. The shouting was gone. Even the heavy footsteps that had filled the building earlier had faded into silence. Now there was only the hum of the lights above me and the slow, uneven sound of my own breathing.I was sitting on a chair in Lucien’s office, my hands resting on my lap. They looked calm. Too calm. But when I tried to move my fingers, I felt the slight tremble I couldn’t control.I had saved someone today.That thought came late. Not during it. Not right after. It came when everything was over, when my body finally realized it was safe.Lucien stood near the window, his back to me. He hadn’t left my side since it happened, not even for a second, but he also hadn’t spoken much. He was quiet in a way that scared me more than anger ever could.The city outside looked normal. Cars moved. People lived their lives. No one out there knew how close everything

Chapter 200 : The Message Meant for MeI knew something was wrong the moment the house went quiet.Not the normal kind of quiet—the heavy one. The kind that presses on your ears and makes your skin feel too tight, like the air itself is holding its breath.Lucien had left early that morning. He didn’t kiss my forehead like he usually did. He didn’t tease me or tell me to stay out of trouble. He only looked at me for a long second, his eyes dark and tired, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.“Stay inside today,” he said.I laughed it off. “I always stay inside.”But now, hours later, I wished I had taken his tone more seriously.I was in the sitting room, curled on the couch with a book I hadn’t really been reading. My mind kept drifting—back to the meeting from the night before, back to the names I wasn’t supposed to hear, back to the way Lucien’s jaw tightened when Dima’s name came up.He had told me I was safe.I wanted to believe him.A soft knock came from