Reborn 90 Days Before the Apocalypse: Claimed by the Warlord
“I spent my first life feeding my traitors. In this one, I’ll feed them to the monsters."
Betrayed and shoved into a horde of infected by her stepsister, Sienna, and fiancé, Wyatt, Freya Cross dies a bloody death in the freezing snow.
Instead of hell, she opens her eyes ninety days before the apocalypse—armed with billions in inheritance and an ancient jade ring holding an infinite, time-frozen dimensional space.
This time, there is no mercy.
Freya drains her trust fund and empties entire factories: tons of grain, fuel, weapons, and medical supplies vanish into her space in seconds. Her family calls her crazy; her ex mocks her ruin.
She just laughs. Food means nothing without steel to guard it.
To survive the impending wasteland, she walks straight into the fortress of Declan Mercer, the brutal private military tycoon known as the Warlord of District Nine.
"I have enough supplies to feed your private army for a decade, Mercer. You give me your walls and your soldiers. Marry me, and we rule the end of the world."
Declan traps her against his desk, his gun cold against her waist:
"Supplies are cheap, little cat. If you want my fortress, you sign over your body, your loyalty, and your soul. In my bunker, there is only one law—and you belong to me."
When civilization falls and the traitors arrive freezing and starving at their gates, begging won’t save them.
Behind iron walls, dining on hot steak beside the deadliest man alive, Freya won’t even look down.