Devilish secretary-Chapter 305 Invention ESE

"Hump! Lilith..." Lia muttered under her breath, biting her lower lip so hard it almost bled. She turned her face away on the hospital bed, eyes wide open now, filled with silent rage. "Rayan was still thinking about you... even while I was crying... even while I said I was in pain," she whispered to herself, her voice shaking. "He never looked at me the way he used to... never touched me like he cared, he only care about baby. But when you walked into that café... he froze. He stared like he’d seen the moon fall down."

Tears slipped down her cheeks, but her expression twisted—not from sadness. From hatred.

"I hate you, Lilith..." she whispered, trembling. "You took everything from me. You were supposed to be gone. You were supposed to be broken... forgotten. Why did you come back stronger? More beautiful? More powerful?"

Her hands clutched the hospital blanket so tightly that her knuckles turned pale.

"I don’t want this baby anymore..." she said coldly, eyes staring at the wall. "Why should I keep it? What will it give me? Rayan’s love? No. He’s already slipping away and he is no longer Rich. But your boyfriend..."

Her mind shifted suddenly.

Lilith’s boyfriend.

Tall. Handsome. Rich. Powerful. And the way he looked at Lilith with silent obsession... the way he stood beside her like a knight guarding a queen.

Lia’s eyes slowly widened, her lips curling into a slow, dangerous smile.

"...Yeah. I just have to do something. Something so he notices me. So he forgets Lilith. So he sees me."

A spark of madness flickered in her eyes.

"I’ll become what he likes... I’ll make him see me... even if I have to destroy her to do it."

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On the other hand, Lilith sat cross-legged on her simple bed in her new, quiet home. The soft sound of her laptop keys echoed in the room as the early sun light filtered through the window. She had a clean notepad on one side, her phone on silent, and her hair tied up in a loose bun. Her eyes didn’t leave the screen. She wasn’t browsing for makeup or dresses, not for fame or photoshoots like most girls would under pressure.

No she was diving deep into rental companies, manufacturers, tech suppliers, and software licensing. She didn’t have time to build a full company structure from scratch, not with the ticking clock her Future mother in law had placed on her head.

Three months. That was all she had. She needed something big. Something that couldn’t be ignored.

She was used to starting from nothing.

It had been almost three hours now—her fingers typing nonstop, her brows furrowed as she skimmed terms and case studies.

Her entire day turned out like this.

She hadn’t even touched the curtains or the empty shelf near the entrance. There were no flowerpots, no cushions, no cozy lights to make the house feel alive. But she didn’t care right now.

Sir Sparkleton had been given the task instead.

He rolled around the house with a shopping list in his memory drive, already using her card online to purchase home basics. Rugs. Lamps. Kitchen tools.

Meanwhile, she opened a blank document labeled Proposal Draft – Invention ESE.

She spent the next hour writing personalized emails to small investors and creative tech incubators.

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Lilith stepped out of her small rented house, her loose sweatshirt sleeves slightly rolled as she tightened her ponytail with one hand. The sky above had turned a warm orange-gray, with streaks of fading sunlight brushing across the rooftops. The street was calm, a few people walking their dogs, a cyclist passing slowly. She walked down to the nearest local market.

She picked up just a few things. A small bag of rice. A couple of vegetables. A few eggs. Instant coffee. Some salt and pepper. She didn’t buy much—she didn’t have a refrigerator yet. There wasn’t space for waste or comfort. Just what she needed. She carried the small paper bag back home, her steps steady, her face calm.

Back in her kitchen, she placed the bag on the worn counter. There were no curtains yet, no plants, no soft rugs or music. Just her and silence. She didn’t complain. She had lived in colder, emptier places. This time, the emptiness felt temporary.

She tied her hair into a tight bun, washed her hands, and quietly began to cook. She didn’t make anything fancy, just something that could fill her up.

A pan of lightly seasoned vegetables. Rice boiled with a bit of salt. Two fried eggs with just enough crisp at the edges. Her hands moved with quiet precision, like someone used to surviving on her own.

The house echoed softly with the sounds of cooking—the sizzle of oil, the clink of the spoon on metal. Occasionally, Sir Sparkleton rolled by from the hallway, carrying a cardboard box with few things he had ordered online using her card.

She didn’t message her human doll. She knew he was busy—probably with meetings, projects, or just buried in that CEO life. She didn’t expect a call either.

Once everything was ready, she placed the plate on the dining table still only one chair and sat down quietly.

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"Isn’t it good that she’s proving her love for you?" Ana said, her voice calm. She sat with perfect posture across from her son, in his luxurious, quiet office, where she had never stepped foot before. "And during this time," she added softly, "you should leave her alone. Let her succeed on her own. Don’t interfere."

Alexander didn’t respond right away. He sat with his back against the chair, his hands folded under his chin, watching her with eyes that no longer looked like a boy waiting for his mother’s approval but a man who had been burned by it one too many times. His expression was cold. Detached. Like he’d shut off some warmth inside him a long time ago and never reopened the switch.

"You never visited my office before," he said finally, his voice low and mocking, "and now you come here to say this?" His lips curled in a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Touching."

Ana’s smile faltered slightly.

Alexander leaned forward just a little. "And don’t worry," he added, his tone sharp now, almost cruel. "I’m not helping her. I’m keeping my distance. Thanks to you." His eyes darkened. "Isn’t that what you wanted?"