Devilish secretary
Chapter 382 Lia downfall (2)

Chapter 382: Chapter 382 Lia downfall (2)

"You disgusting woman!" his wife screamed. "Do you think you’re something special? You’re nothing!"

His daughter—barely a few years younger than Lia—threw a handful of printouts at her. They were photos, screenshots of every message, every hotel check-in. Everything Lia had done was now in their hands.

"We’ve seen it all. You think you can trap my father? You think we’ll let you go around ruining families?" the daughter hissed. "You’re banned. I’ll make sure no one in this industry hires you again."

And they did.

Their family had money, power, and influence. Within days, Lia’s face was blacklisted. Her manager officially terminated her contract. Casting agents refused to even meet her. Her name was quietly wiped from production lists.

With nothing but shame on her back, Lia disappeared.

She rented a small, dingy apartment in the edge of the city with the last of her money. Her nails chipped, her face lost its glow, and her health started declining from stress and cheap food. She tried to apply for regular jobs, but no one trusted her—her name had become too infamous. She cried often now. Not the fake tears she used to get what she wanted but real, lonely, bitter sobs.

Eventually, she met a kind man at a local café. He was simple, decent, and believed her lies. She told him she was wronged, misunderstood by the world. He believed her. He married her.

For a while, it seemed like she could live a normal life.

But Lia never changed.

Soon, she started flirting with his brother—the one with a higher salary, a better car, and a brighter future.

And just like history repeating itself, she was caught again.

Only this time, there was no Sofia to protect her.

No director to give her chances.

No Kyle to take her in.

And as her new husband stood at the door, holding divorce papers in one hand and her packed suitcase in the other, Lia finally realized—

You can only play with hearts for so long before yours becomes the one no one wants.

She was truly, deeply... alone.

And this time, it wasn’t a twist of fate.

It was what she had built with her own hands.

***

The streets of City M were buried under sheets of snow. The wind howled like a beast, scraping against the windows of the worn-down apartment Lia now called home. The radiator hissed weakly, but it was barely enough to fight the cold. The air inside was sharp, biting at her skin with every breath.

She sat on the edge of a rickety bed, wrapped in a cheap blanket that did little to keep her warm. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through her cracked phone. The screen was dim, the battery low but the headlines were loud and cruel:

"Sofia Lee wins Rising Star Award—A Phoenix Reborn."

"Lilith Parker to debut in film—Industry’s New Ice Queen."

"Rayan spotted with mystery girl—appears deeply in love."

Lia’s eyes burned with fury. She threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall with a loud crack and slid to the ground, screen flickering.

She clenched her jaw, breathing hard. Her hands curled into fists on her lap.

Sofia.

Lilith.

Rayan.

She hated them.

She hated them all.

Sofia, who played innocent for years, only to expose her on a live broadcast—crying crocodile tears, telling the world how Lia had "betrayed" her. That damn interview went viral. Suddenly, everyone called Lia a backstabber, a homewrecker, a snake. Her agency dropped her. Sponsors disappeared. People spat on her name.

And Lilith. That cold, expressionless bitch. Just because she had a pretty face and some rich backers, now everyone bowed at her feet. She didn’t even need to try—roles fell into her lap like blessings from heaven.

And Rayan...

He was the worst.

He swore he loved her. Swore he would never leave her. He made her believe they’d get married.

Lia’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. "Cowards," she spat. "Fake, all of them."

She stood up and walked to the kitchen, where the faucet dripped slowly into the sink. She filled a glass with water and drank, but it was cold—too cold. Everything was cold now. No heat. No food. No friends.

She had no money left. Only this tiny apartment she paid three months’ rent on, and even that would expire next week.

She opened her freezer—empty. The fridge—just a half-rotten apple and some expired milk. Her stomach growled, but she ignored it.

She didn’t need food.

She needed revenge.

"I’ll make them pay," she whispered.

She walked to the window, staring out at the snow-covered city. Her reflection stared back—wild hair, sunken cheeks, dark circles under her eyes. Her beauty was fading fast.

But her rage burned hotter than ever.

She would never forget the humiliation Sofia brought her.

She would never forgive Rayan for leaving her.

And Lilith... Lilith was the root of it all.

Her fame, her poise, her mystery—Lia hated it. No one saw through her mask. They called her perfect. Graceful. Classy.

Lia scoffed.

"She’s nothing but a frozen doll. She doesn’t feel. She doesn’t care. One day... one day that mask will crack."

She wiped the fog from the window with her hand. Outside, a couple walked by, laughing in the snow. The sight made her stomach twist with disgust.

Everyone else was moving forward.

And she was stuck—trapped in a life colder than the season outside.

She curled back on the bed, pulling the blanket over her shoulders.

No one would help her now.

She was forgotten.

But not finished.

She looked toward the broken phone on the ground, still glowing faintly.

She would wait.

And when the right moment came—she would destroy everything.

She didn’t want redemption.

She wanted revenge.

Even if it meant selling her soul.

******

Rayan sighed in shaky relief as the car screeched to a halt—just inches away from Lilith.

His breath caught in his throat.

For a moment, time itself seemed to freeze.

And then, from the driver’s side, the door opened....

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