Devilish secretary-Chapter 411 Willing to be forever with you

Finally, Lilith and Alexander sat down together and started seriously discussing their wedding again. No more delays, no more busy schedules keeping them apart. They both agreed with quiet certainty that next month would be it. Next month, she would be his forever and he would be hers. No more dragging things out.

Lilith found herself smiling as she sat beside him, looking over venue brochures and sample flower arrangements. She had always thought weddings were tiring and too noisy, but now seeing him so focused, so gentle while picking out little details with her, she couldn’t help but feel warm inside.

And when they both chose their new wedding rings, Lilith had decided to post a photo. It was simple, just a picture of her delicate hand resting on his larger one, both wearing the bands they had picked together. Underneath the photo, her caption read: Willing to be forever with you @Sebastiancarter_official✓

She had no idea how much sensation that one post would cause. Within minutes, her fans and his business followers started flooding the comments. Some were crying, some were swooning. Many people even dug up the video clip from that night at the award ceremony — when they had played that silly game on stage with such quiet, mutual understanding, laughing softly together while everyone else stared in surprise. The netizens were quick to connect the dots, claiming they had seen the spark long ago.

"Their chemistry is unreal!" one comment said.

"It was obvious at the awards — they only had eyes for each other!"

And for Lilith, all the noise didn’t matter. She felt light inside. Happy. For once, she wasn’t just living for the next plan or the next fight, she was living for herself, and for him.

The best part? They were organizing everything themselves. No wedding planner to make choices for them. They wanted this to be their day, shaped by their own hands and hearts.

Gray chose the venue — a beautiful, elegant garden estate that looked magical when the fairy lights came on at dusk.

Ray, in his usual dramatic and playful style, handled the colors and themes. He had been so excited picking out flower shades, tablecloths, and even the ribbons for the chairs. He kept changing his mind every hour, but in the end, Lilith loved how it turned out.

Alexander took care of the rest... the guest list, the special dinner menu, the arrangements for the family, and even little secret surprises for Lilith that he refused to tell her about. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Sometimes she would catch him at his desk late at night, carefully checking over the vendor contracts or double-checking the schedule for the ceremony. Seeing him so serious about every small thing made her heart ache in the sweetest way. She’d sneak up behind him, hug him around the shoulders, and whisper: "Stop working. Come to bed." He would just pull her closer and say, "Just one more thing, my future wife."

And every time she heard those words — my future wife — Lilith felt a thrill deep in her chest.

Rose, of course, had already made it clear she wanted to help too — she claimed the cake tasting and decor for the kids’ section as her ’official job’. Even Sir Sparkleton and Miss Sparkleton got involved in silly ways, fussing over guest welcome messages and giggling lights for the hallways.

It wasn’t perfect. Sometimes they argued about flower arrangements or themes.

For Lilith, who had once stood alone in this human world like a queen with no throne, it was more than enough.

And every night before bed, she would look at the photo on her phone...their hands side by side, rings shining softly and she would smile. Because forever finally felt possible. And this time, she was ready.

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Lilith’s heart was beating so loud she could hear it in her ears. Tonight felt different — almost too big to breathe through. She was about to meet the parents of the original owner of her body, people she had avoided for so long.

She stood in front of the mirror, her hands brushing down the smooth fabric of her beautiful red dress. It hugged her curves perfectly, flowing down like liquid silk. Her long hair was left open, soft waves falling down her back, making her look like she’d stepped out of a painting. Her lips were painted a deep red, matching the heat blooming under her skin.

Behind her, Gray leaned against the doorframe, his dark eyes roaming her figure with a slow, greedy look that made her stomach twist. He pushed himself away from the wall and walked toward her.

"Pretty," he murmured, his voice low and rich as his hands came up to cup her bare shoulders. He dipped his head to her neck, the faint scent of her perfume driving him a little mad. He pressed a kiss to the side of her throat– slow, warm, lingering.

Lilith shivered. She tilted her head just a bit, her breath hitching when his lips brushed over the spot where her pulse danced.

"Human doll," she whispered, trying to sound annoyed, but her voice trembled. "We’re going to be late."

"Let me admire you first." His words were soft, but the way his hands slipped down her arms and around her waist was anything but gentle. He pulled her back against him, so close she could feel every inch of him through his shirt and the expensive fabric of his suit.

His mouth moved again, tasting her skin. He nipped lightly at her shoulder before his tongue soothed the mark, sending a wave of heat straight through her belly. Lilith let out a breath, her fingers clinging to his forearm.

"Do you know," Gray whispered against her ear, "how hard it is to let you go out looking like this? You’re mine. All of this is mine." He kissed the shell of her ear, then dragged his lips down the side of her neck again.

"Stop it," she breathed, though her body betrayed her, leaning back into his touch. She felt the sharp edge of his belt buckle against her lower back, felt the heat rolling off him in waves.

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