Betrayed before the Apocalypse Reborn as a Queen
Angela Rizzo spent ten years scrubbing floors for the Bellini family. Ten years of whippings, stolen wages, and swallowing her pride like it was water. Then the apocalypse came, and the people she kept alive tied her to a pole and left her for the dead.
She died screaming.
Then she woke up two months before the end of the world, with a system in her head that could see anyone's secrets and a single goal burned into her bones: never be anyone's sacrifice again.
"You think you can talk to me like that because I'm a maid?" Angela straightened her back, her eyes cold enough to freeze the room.
Carmela laughed, thick and ugly. "You ARE a maid. You're lower than the rats in the basement, girl. You'll always be nothing."
Angela smiled, and it was the kind of smile that made Carmela's laughter die in her throat.
"Ask me that again in sixty days."
A stolen necklace that bends space. A billionaire who owes her everything. A dying investigator who sees through every lie she tells. And a ticking clock counting down to the end of civilization.
Angela doesn't want to save the world. She wants to own what's left of it.
The girl they used as bait is done being prey.
She's the one setting the trap now.
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Chapter: Chapter 44ANGELA’S POVI slipped quietly through the heavy oak door of Carmela’s bedroom on the first floor. She was busy screaming her head off at the kitchen staff downstairs, so I knew the coast was totally clear."Alright, Carmela," I whispered to the empty room, trailing my fingers over the edge of her perfectly made bed. "Let's see what dirty little secrets you're hiding under here."I dropped to my knees on the cold floor and pulled out a heavy cardboard box from under the wooden bed frame. Inside the dusty box was a stack of boring cooking magazines and a thick, cheesy romance novel with a shirtless, muscular pirate painted on the cover."A romance novel? Seriously?" I laughed softly, tracing the pirate's painted chest with my fingernail. "Carmela, you dirty dog. I thought you only loved making my life a living hell. Turns out you like a bad boy with a sword, too. Who would have guessed?"I flipped the thick book open. The middle pages were completely hollowed out, cut into a neat lit
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Chapter: Chapter 3ANGELA’S POV"Why me?"I didn't waste a single second asking myself that stupid question. Sitting alone on the hard, dusty floor of the cramped attic, I stared at the glowing blue screen floating right in front of my face. I decided right then and there that this system must be payment. It was back pay for everything I had suffered, and I fully meant to make use of it.I reached a hand over my shoulder, wincing slightly as my fingers ran over the raised, ugly scars on my back. Mrs. Bellini’s favorite riding whip had left those permanent marks. I endured ten long, brutal years of abuse in this massive, cold house, serving people who thought I was dirt on their shoes. And after that? Ten more years of pure hell, surviving the apocalypse. I survived zombies, starvation, and the absolute worst parts of human nature, only to be betrayed and left tied to a pole like a piece of meat.I closed my eyes, letting the memory of the zombie bites fade away. I am alive. I am back."Sixty days," I wh
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Chapter: Chapter 2ANGELA’S POVThe rough, thin blanket was twisted around my legs. I shot up from the mattress, my mouth wide open, sucking in air like I had been drowning. My fingers acted like wild claws, tearing at my throat. I dug my nails into the skin, bracing myself for the slick feel of pouring blood and torn flesh."Where... where is it?" I gasped, my chest heaving. "Where's the blood?"I patted my neck frantically. Smooth skin. No bites. No missing chunks of muscle.I looked around, my eyes wide and panicked. The ruined, dead street was gone. There was no cold metal streetlamp at my back. There were no yellow ropes burning my wrists. No Tony. No zombies. No smell of rotting meat and old blood.Instead, I was sitting on a lumpy bed. The walls were painted a boring, faded yellow. A small, dusty fan spun lazily on a desk in the corner."My old room," I whispered, my voice shaking. "The Bellini house? The attic?"I had spent ten years in this cramped little box, working as a maid for the rich Bel
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Chapter: Chapter 1ANGELA’S POVThe rough, yellow rope bit hard into my wrists. I stood flat against the cold metal streetlamp, watching Tony wrap the heavy line around my waist. The street was completely empty, filled only with the sound of our breathing and the dry wind blowing trash across the broken road."Ouch, Tony. That's a bit rough, don't you think?" I said, leaning my head back against the pole. I tried to flash him a teasing smile, putting on my best bad-girl voice to mask the sudden knot of worry in my stomach. "If you wanted to tie me up, you really just had to ask. You didn't need an audience. You know I'm open-minded."Tony didn’t smile. He didn’t even look at my face. He just yanked the rope tight."Sorry, sweetheart. No games today," he said, his voice flat and cold."Oh, come on," I purred, shifting my hips just a little, trying to loosen the tight grip of the nylon. "You've been looking at me all week. Now you've got me right where you want me. Isn't this fun? You want me to beg, big
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