All Chapters of The Secetary’s Secret Marriage: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter Eighty Two : WellAlina’s Pov My legs were weak when we reached the house. I could barely stand on my own. Every step felt heavy, like the fear was still chained to my ankles. Lucien didn’t let me fall. His arm stayed strong around me, almost carrying me as we entered through the tall doors of his estate.His men were already waiting inside. Some of them were bleeding, their clothes torn, faces bruised. One of them held his arm against his side, blood seeping through the cloth he pressed there. Another limped, leaning against the wall, his jaw tight with pain. They looked at Lucien, waiting for orders, but his eyes never left me.“Sir, two men are badly injured. We need a doctor right away,” one of them said.Lucien only gave a short nod, sharp and cold. His grip on me didn’t loosen. He didn’t ask about the wounds, he didn’t stop to listen to more details. His attention was chained to me, like nothing else mattered.And that broke me.I looked at the men again—their pain, the

Chapter Eighty FourI was sitting at my desk, completely absorbed in my work. Papers were scattered around me, sketches and reports mixed together, and my laptop hummed softly as I typed. I had a stack of design proofs to finish today, and I couldn’t afford any mistakes. My eyes were tired, my shoulders stiff, but I didn’t notice. I was in my zone, fingers flying over the keyboard, trying to make every detail perfect.“Almost done,” I whispered to myself, biting my lip as I adjusted the color scheme on a design. I could feel the day dragging, but I told myself one more task, one more report, one more adjustment—and I would finally be done.Then I heard the soft click of the main office door. I didn’t look up at first—I thought it was just another colleague—but the air seemed to shift. The usual office noise faded, whispers slowed, and I felt a strange tension in the room.And then I saw him.Lucien. My heart skipped a beat. My chest tightened. He walked in, tall, confident, his presen

Chapter Eighty SixVanessa’s MoodAlina’s POVThe knock on the door made my whole body freeze.I had been smiling just a second ago. My lips were still warm from Lucien’s kiss, and my heart was beating too fast. But the sound of that knock, it felt like the world suddenly stopped.Lucien looked at me. His eyes turned dark, serious.“Stay quiet,” he whispered.I quickly nodded. My hands touched my hair, trying to smooth it down. I pressed my lips together, hoping they didn’t look swollen. I stepped back from his desk and hugged a folder to my chest, like I had been working all along.The knock came again. Louder this time. More impatient.Lucien’s jaw tightened. I could see the anger in his face. He didn’t want to open the door. For a moment, I hoped he would just ignore it. But the knocking didn’t stop. Whoever it was… they weren’t going to leave.Lucien sighed and muttered something under his breath. Then, slowly, he walked to the door and opened it.And there she was.Vanessa.She d

Chapter Eighty Eight - PreparationAlina’s POVThe house was full of movements that morning. I had never seen it like that before. People were coming in and out, carrying fabrics, decorations, and papers. For a moment, I stood by the window, watching everything, not believing this was happening to me.One of Lucien’s men carried in a large box and set it down gently on the table. When I opened it, my breath caught. It was my wedding dress. A soft cream color with gold embroidery that shone when the light touched it. My fingers brushed against the fabric, and I felt tears sting my eyes.“This is really for me?” I whispered, almost as if I was talking to myself.Lucien walked in at that moment, his suit jacket hanging carelessly on his shoulder, looking like he owned the whole world. He stopped when he saw me staring at the dress. A small smile curved his lips.“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice calm but warm.I nodded quickly, my hands still touching the fabric. “It’s… beautiful. To

Chapter Ninety: TraditionAlina’s PovI could feel my heart pounding so hard in my chest that I thought it would burst. Today was our traditional wedding, and everything felt so real, so heavy, so full of meaning. I looked around the room, the elders seated in their best attire, their eyes calm but filled with expectation. The guests were waiting patiently, whispering, and I could feel every gaze on me, even though some of them didn’t know who the bride was.I glanced at Lucien. He stood tall and calm, dressed in his traditional attire, looking powerful and untouchable. But when his eyes met mine, I could see the depth of his emotion. He was proud, he was nervous, and I knew—he was mine completely. My chest swelled with both joy and fear. Could I really do this? Could I really step into this life fully, knowing how dangerous the world around us was?The attendants guided me forward, and I knelt beside him in front of the elders. My hands trembled slightly as they adjusted my wrappers