The Assistant

Chosen as the Cursed Alpha's Seventh Bride

Alibi

Emilia Taylor was the most unwanted daughter of the Frostridge Pack. She had no wolf, no status, and no one who truly loved her. After failing to awaken at the age of twenty-two, she was betrayed by her lover, abandoned by her family, and finally sent by her father to the Silver Moon Pack-to become Sebastian Simons' seventh bride. Sebastian was the Alpha everyone feared. Rumor had it that none of his first six wives had met a good end, and every woman who married him eventually became another name on the list of the dead. Everyone was waiting for Emilia to die. But they did not know that her failed awakening had not left her with nothing. Instead, she had gained the ability to read minds. She could hear the malice and lies hidden behind every smile. Everyone's thoughts were open to her. Except Sebastian's. She could not hear his mind, nor could she see through his secrets. When a wolfless girl abandoned by everyone meets a cold-blooded Alpha haunted by the mystery of six dead wives, will she become his next victim-or the only one who can break the curse?

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The office smelled faintly of espresso and polished wood, a scent Lila Chen had grown accustomed to over the past two weeks. She balanced a stack of folders in one arm while typing a reply to her supervisor with the other hand. Her heels clicked against the marble floor in a steady rhythm, each step echoing in the vast, modern space of Hadley Enterprises.

It was supposed to be another ordinary day. Routine memos. Scheduling meetings. Filing invoices. Keeping her family afloat her younger brother in college, her mother juggling two jobs. Ordinary, except she was now the assistant to the company's CEO, and she had no idea who he truly was.

Lila adjusted the papers in her arm as she glanced toward the glass-walled office at the end of the hall. A faint shadow moved behind the dark-tinted glass, and her chest fluttered without warning.

She shouldn't be thinking about him. Not yet. Not this early in her first month.

"Miss Chen?" A familiar voice, soft and polite, snapped her out of her thoughts. It was Mr. Davidson from HR, clipboard in hand. "The CEO would like to see you in his office. Immediately."

Lila blinked. "Me?"

"Yes. He's... well, it's urgent." His eyes flicked toward the office, wary. "Just go. Be professional. That's all."

Professional. Right. She squared her shoulders and walked briskly toward the office. Her palms were sweaty. Heart hammering. She hadn't yet met the CEO personally. She hadn't expected this.

The door was sleek, silver, almost ominous. Lila hesitated for a second before knocking. A deep, controlled voice called from inside:

"Enter."

She pushed the door open, trying to hide the nervous tremor in her hands.

And there he was.

Tall. Dark hair combed back with precision. Broad shoulders filling the crisp, black tailored suit. Eyes sharp, calculating, but with an intensity that made her chest tighten. Lila froze for half a second.

He rose from behind the massive mahogany desk, every movement deliberate. "Miss Chen." His tone was cool, yet something in it made her pulse leap. "I hear you're doing a fine job so far."

"Thank you, sir," she said, curtsing slightly, though internally she was flustered.

He walked toward her slowly. Confidence. Measured. The click of his shoes against the floor echoed louder than she thought possible. "I need you to schedule a meeting with... everyone. Tomorrow morning. And make sure the financial report is ready for my review by noon."

Lila nodded, trying to keep her composure. "Of course. I'll prepare everything."

He stopped just a foot away. Lila felt heat rise to her cheeks. His gaze... it was intense, studying her in a way that made her stomach tighten. There was something familiar about him, though she couldn't place it.

"You're very efficient," he said, almost softly, with a faint smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Thank you, sir," she repeated.

Then his expression shifted, something unreadable passed over his face. And just like that, he returned to his desk, sliding into the chair with the poise of someone who owned the world.

Lila left the office, heart still racing. Her pulse was frantic, and a whisper of déjà vu lingered at the edges of her mind. He felt... familiar. Dangerous. Unsettling.

The next day, she arrived early. The sun hadn't yet touched the skyscrapers outside, but the office was already alive with activity. Phones rang. Printers whirred. Assistants and interns hustled like clockwork machinery. And Lila... Lila felt a strange thrill.

She carried a stack of documents to the CEO's office, her palms sweaty despite her efforts to stay calm.

He didn't look up when she entered. Instead, he continued reviewing a report, eyes scanning numbers with laser focus. Then he spoke, voice low, precise.

"Miss Chen, sit."

She complied, sliding into the chair across from him, trying not to fidget.

"I want these reports simplified," he said, tapping the pages. "I don't have time to sift through unnecessary details."

"Yes, sir. I can summarize them in bullet points for you."

His gaze lifted, and that familiar intensity returned. "You were in an accident two years ago, weren't you?"

Lila froze. "Excuse me?"

"You... you helped me. A minor accident outside the café." He leaned back slightly, arms folded. "You probably don't remember. I do."

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