บททั้งหมดของ The Secetary’s Secret Marriage: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Chapter Sebenty O Escape in the NightAlina’s POV The night was cold, the air wet and heavy like it was holding its breath. My body shook so much I could barely keep my knees steady. I stood behind Lucien, my wrists raw from the ropes, my tears drying on my face. Dima smirked like a wolf that thought he had won, and his mother’s eyes were as sharp as knives, cutting into me with hatred.“Do you see now?” Dima’s mother said. “He came here because of you. You are his weakness, Alina. You’ve turned him into a dog who runs when you cry.”Her words hit me hard. I lowered my head, ashamed, trembling. But Lucien didn’t bend. He stood tall, his broad shoulders blocking me from them.“She is not a weakness,” Lucien said, his voice cold, steady, and strong. “She is the reason I will destroy anyone who touches her.”For a moment, silence filled the dark bush. Even the crickets seemed to stop. Dima’s smirk faltered, but then he scoffed, pulling a small knife from his side. My heart jumped to my

Chapter Secenty Four – Alina’s POV: A Little Victory at HomeThe house was quiet, almost too quiet. Lucien had gone to a meeting early in the morning, leaving me alone in the living room with my laptop and a pile of sketches. The sunlight streamed through the window, warming my arms, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside didn’t exist.I had never felt so focused. Every color, every line, every detail mattered. I wanted this to be perfect—not just for the client, but for me. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I had a small corner of my life that was mine, untouched by fear, danger, or Dima.I hummed softly as I worked, adjusting a pattern I had been struggling with all morning. My fingers danced over the keyboard, and my heart lifted a little every time I clicked “save.”A soft click made me look up. Lucien had returned. I froze for a moment, trying to hide my scattered papers, my little mess of sketches. But he didn’t say anything. He just stood in the doorway, his e

Chapter Seventy Six : The TrapHer Pov I was shaking so badly I could barely hold my laptop. My hands were tied tightly behind me, the rope cutting into my skin. My heart was pounding so fast I felt like it would burst out of my chest. I couldn’t believe what was happening. How could someone I thought was a client, someone interested in my design, turn out to be… Dima?He was sitting across from me, his laughter filling the small, cold room. It wasn’t the polite, casual laugh I had imagined from a client—it was cruel, mocking, full of power and control. Every time he laughed, my chest hurt a little more. I knew exactly what he was thinking: now Lucien could not come to save me. Now, I was completely in his hands.I tried to steady my breath, tried to think, tried to remember every skill Lucien had taught me about staying calm. But it was impossible. I wanted to scream, to cry, to run—but I couldn’t move. The ropes held me fast. The room felt smaller, darker, heavier.Dima finally sto

Chapter Seventy Eight – Alina’s POV: Shadows and HopeI had been tied to the chair for what felt like hours. My hands ached, my back screamed from the stiffness, and my heart was pounding so hard I was sure Dima could hear it. Every sound in the room made me jump—his laughter, his mother’s cold voice, the soft creak of the wooden floor. I hated how small and helpless I felt.Then, faintly, I heard it—a low hum, growing louder. My stomach twisted. My heart jumped into my throat. Could it be? I forced myself to calm down, to listen carefully. The sound of a car engine. Not any car. Lucien’s car. I knew that growl anywhere.I pressed myself back against the chair, trying to look calm. Dima and his mother were in the other room, laughing at some cruel joke. I had to be careful. If I moved too fast, if I made a sound, it could be the end.I strained my eyes, looking through the small window. A shadow flickered across the wall outside. My breath caught in my throat. Lucien. He was there. H

Chapter Eight – Alina’s POVThe air shifted the moment Lucien tightened his grip on my arm and moved me toward the exit. His body was tense, his jaw sharp like a blade. He didn’t speak, but I could feel it in the way his fingers pressed into me—he was done with Dima and his mother.But Dima wasn’t done with us.“Stop them!” Dima’s voice cracked through the room like thunder.The sound of chairs scraping, boots slamming against the floor, and the crash of a table flipped over filled my ears. I gasped as three of his guards lunged forward, blocking the door. The room exploded into chaos.Lucien’s men moved fast, meeting the guards head-on. Fists slammed, bones cracked, and the sharp sound of glass shattering filled the air as someone was thrown against the wall. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.Lucien shoved me slightly behind him, shielding me with his broad shoulders. I clutched the edge of his jacket, my breath shaky, my whole body trembling.“Stay c