Reborn Before Doomsday: My Ex husband will kneel
Evelyn Hart died betrayed by the husband she loved, abandoned to a world consumed by deadly disasters and bloodthirsty monsters.
But fate gives her a second chance.
Reborn thirty days before the apocalypse, Evelyn awakens with a mysterious system, limitless storage, and powers capable of changing her destiny.
This time, she will stockpile supplies, build an unbreakable fortress, and make everyone who betrayed her pay.
But when she crosses paths with Damien Cross, a dangerously powerful man hiding secrets of his own, she discovers that the apocalypse is far more sinister than she imagined.
Her ex-husband wants her back. Her enemies want her dead. And the system has a mission that could destroy everything.
She died as a victim. This time, she will become the nightmare everyone fears.
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Chapter: # Chapter 85By seven the following morning, the medical screening point was already crowded.People who had collected water from the central shelter well were arriving with containers, hoping the health workers could determine whether the water they had taken was safe. Some came with children. Others brought elderly relatives who had begun experiencing stomach pain during the night.Evelyn watched the public emergency channel as updates appeared.The medical team had established separate areas for people with symptoms and those who had not yet become ill. Residents were being advised not to wait for symptoms before reporting their exposure.Then a new announcement appeared.**Residents who collected water from the affected well should not bring the water containers into the screening area. Keep them sealed and follow the health team's instructions.**Evelyn forwarded the announcement to the neighbourhood contact group.A reply came almost immediately.*My mother collected water yesterday. She say
Last Updated: 2026-11-06
Chapter: # Chapter 84Evelyn read Damien's message twice.Suspected contamination.She immediately opened the community emergency channel. Several messages had already appeared, including warnings from residents who had collected water from private wells and roadside vendors.One woman reported that her two children had developed stomach cramps during the night. Another resident claimed that water purchased from a street vendor had an unusual smell.The health team had not confirmed the source, but the warning was clear.People were being told to stop using water from unverified sources until testing was completed.Evelyn placed her phone on the table and turned on the radio.A public health officer was speaking.“Residents are advised to use water from approved distribution points only. Anyone experiencing persistent vomiting, diarrhoea, severe abdominal pain or signs of dehydration should seek medical attention immediately. Do not assume that boiling water will remove every possible contaminant.”Evelyn
Last Updated: 2026-11-05
Chapter: Chapter 83The first relocation convoy left shortly after eight the next morning.Evelyn watched from her upstairs window as three buses passed through the eastern junction, escorted by two emergency vehicles. Families sat close together behind the windows, some holding bags on their laps, others staring silently at the streets they were leaving behind.Mrs. Eze was among them.Her daughter spotted Evelyn's house and waved through the glass. Evelyn raised her hand in response until the bus disappeared around the corner.The street became quiet again.For the first time in days, there were fewer people moving between houses. Several properties stood empty, their gates locked and their windows covered. The community hall had also reduced its activities because many volunteers had joined the relocation operation.Evelyn returned downstairs and switched on the radio.The authorities confirmed that the first convoy had reached its destination safely. Another group would leave later in the afternoon.
Last Updated: 2026-11-05
Chapter: Chapter 82By the following morning, the water announcement was no longer the biggest concern in the district.A new notice appeared on the community network.Emergency relocation programme: Residents wishing to leave the affected districts may register for transport to designated recovery centres outside the city.Evelyn read the notice while standing beside her kitchen counter.The recovery centres were being established in areas where roads, electricity and basic services were still functioning. Transport would be provided in stages, with priority given to families living in damaged buildings, elderly residents and people requiring medical attention.She opened the attached document.The first convoy would leave the district the next morning.For several minutes, she studied the details.The programme was voluntary, but the notice warned that accommodation would be limited. Residents would be assigned spaces according to availability, and nobody could guarantee how long they would remain ther
Last Updated: 2026-11-04
Chapter: Chapter 81At seven in the morning, Evelyn was already standing beside the radio.The announcement came after a short delay.“Following an overnight assessment of the damaged gas distribution line, authorities have approved a revised evacuation boundary. Residents in the northern section of the affected district may remain in their homes. However, movement restrictions will continue along the southern corridor.”Evelyn leaned closer.The broadcaster began listing the affected streets.She listened carefully, comparing each name with the map on her table.Her street was not included.Neither was Mrs. Eze's.She released a slow breath and picked up her phone. The network had returned, although the connection remained unstable.A message from Damien was waiting.Your street is outside the revised boundary. The immediate danger has been contained, but please avoid the southern road.Evelyn replied.Have the evacuated residents been given an update?Yes. Some will return after the inspection teams co
Last Updated: 2026-11-04
Chapter: # Chapter 80Evelyn stared at the map after Damien ended the call.The underground utility line ran beneath the southern road, close enough to affect the surrounding streets if the damage was extensive.She checked the emergency notice again.No official announcement had been released yet, but the restriction could spread towards her neighbourhood.She moved to the window and examined the street.People were still outside. A woman was carrying groceries, while two men were loading boxes into a small vehicle. Nobody seemed aware of the latest development.Evelyn picked up her phone and called Damien again.“Has the utility company confirmed what was damaged?”“Not yet. The inspection team found a major leak near the underground connection. They're trying to determine whether the surrounding pipes have shifted.”“Is it gas?”“We don't have confirmation.”Evelyn's expression tightened.If it was a gas line, the danger would be serious. If it was water or another utility, the surrounding roads could s
Last Updated: 2026-11-04
The Billionaire Sinful Pact (The Club Seduction)
One night was supposed to be enough.
Mira went to the club to forget the pain waiting for her at home. She never expected the mysterious man she met that night to become part of her life again.
Until she walks into his house for a cleaning job.
Ellis recognizes her immediately, but instead of admitting they shared a night together, he pretends she is a stranger. Hurt and confused, Mira confronts him—only to discover that someone is threatening to expose a photograph of them together.
If the picture gets out, Ellis could lose his business, his investors, and everything he has built. So he makes the hardest choice of his life: push Mira away to protect them both.
But his decision costs Mira her job.
Just when she thinks everything is falling apart, she finds work as a cook at a luxury hotel and meets Julian—a powerful, kind man who sees her worth and slowly captures her heart.
There is only one problem.
Julian is Elias’s brother.
As Mira falls deeper for Julian, Ellis realizes that letting her go may have been the biggest mistake of his life. Then a mysterious woman enters the picture claiming to be Ellis’s wife, and the secrets surrounding the two brothers begin to unravel.
Between forbidden feelings, blackmail, hidden alliances, and dangerous secrets, Mira must discover who truly loves her before the truth destroys them all.
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Chapter: Two path, One heartI fold my arms across my chest, the wool of my sweater rough against my palms. The café hums around us, but I barely hear it. "I'm listening. But I don't want another half-truth."He holds my gaze. No flinching. No deflection. "I won't hide anything from you this time."I wait.He takes a breath, slow and deliberate. "My marriage to Camille has been unhappy for a long time. We stayed together because of family expectations. Appearances. Obligations neither of us wanted to confront.""Why didn't you tell me any of this when we were together?"His jaw tightens. "I was so focused on protecting my family and business that I convinced myself pushing you away was the best solution.""You made that decision for me." My voice comes out sharper than I intended. "Without giving me the chance to decide what risks I was willing to take."He doesn't argue. "You deserved the truth. And I failed you."I let the words settle. "And the pregnancy?""Camille admitted the baby isn't mine."The world tilt
Last Updated: 2026-10-11
Chapter: The weight of the truthI stare at the screen until the words blur.I'm coming to Paris.Three words. Eight syllables. A bomb disguised as a text message.I read it again. And again. My thumb swipes up to check the timestamp, as if that will change what he wrote. The message stays the same, stubborn and absolute, sitting there in the dim glow of my studio.My fingers move before I can stop them.Why?The reply comes within seconds.Because I don't want to have another important conversation through a phone.I push off the bed and start pacing. The floorboards creak beneath my feet. The city glitters beyond the window, indifferent to the earthquake happening inside my chest.Paris isn't a place you can simply come to because you suddenly feel guilty.I type it fast, sharp, hitting send before I can second-guess the edge in my words.His response is slower this time. Deliberate.I'm not coming to ask you to take me back. I need to face you properly. To show you that I meant what I said.I stare at the message.
Last Updated: 2026-10-08
Chapter: Chapter 34 — The Call I Didn't ExpectThe message glows on my screen.I won't ask you to come back. But I'm not giving up on fixing what I broke.I read it again. The words don't change. They sit there, stubborn and patient, like him.I don't reply.Words are easy. I've heard enough of them from Elias, from men who promised things they couldn't deliver. If he wants another chance, he needs to prove it. With actions. With time.I set the phone face-down on the nightstand and lie back, staring at the crack in the ceiling. The city hums beyond the window, indifferent. My mind refuses to settle.He's not giving up.The thought circles like a bird with no place to land.I roll onto my side, pull the blanket up to my chin, and close my eyes. Sleep comes in fragments, each one edged with his voice, his face, the way he said my name on the phone.---Morning filters through the thin curtains, pale and gray.I shower, dress, tie my apron. The motions are automatic coffee, bag, keys. The city greets me with diesel and damp cobblest
Last Updated: 2026-10-05
Chapter: The door he cracksThe message glows on my screen, three dots still pulsing as if he’s waiting for me to read it.Mira, there’s something else I need to tell you.I stare at the words until they blur. The studio is dark, the city humming beyond the window, and my hand trembles against the phone. Why does he keep finding his way back? I’ve spent weeks building a new life—culinary school, independence, the slow ache of learning to stand alone. And now he’s here again, cracking the door I thought I’d sealed.My thumbs move before I can stop them.What do you want to tell me?I press send. The silence stretches. The cursor blinks. One minute. Two.Then his reply appears, slow and careful.I’m not asking you to come back. Or forgive me. I just want to be honest with you this time. That’s all.Honesty. The word lands like a punch. I wanted honesty from him before—in the penthouse, in the hallway of his mother’s house, in every moment I stood in front of him waiting for an explanation he never gave. And now he
Last Updated: 2026-10-05
Chapter: The weight of the truthThe Seine caught the last light, gold bleeding into gray. I stood at the window of my studio, a half-empty cup of coffee cold in my hands, and watched the city prepare for evening.His words wouldn't leave me alone.Camille's baby isn't mine. I can prove it. I need your help.I'd read them so many times the letters had lost their shape. Every time I thought I'd buried them, they surfaced again during a sauce reduction, while chopping herbs, in the breath between sleep and waking.Elias was married. I repeated it like a prayer. He's married. He chose her. He pushed me away.But the photograph sat in my mind. The clinic logo. The timeline that didn't match. And beneath it, the memory of his face in his mother's hallway, raw and broken, telling me he'd never wanted any of it."You're burning dinner."I looked up. Enzo stood in the kitchen doorway, a bottle of wine in one hand, his brows raised.I looked down. The mushrooms in the pan had gone dark, their edges crisping into something bey
Last Updated: 2026-10-02
Chapter: ChapterThe words hit me like a physical blow. "The baby isn't yours." I stood frozen, the penthouse dark around us, a single lamp casting long shadows across Camille's face. The words echoed in my skull, refusing to settle. "Repeat that." She didn't look up. Her hands twisted in her lap, pale and trembling. "The baby isn't yours, Elias." "No." The word came out sharp. "Say it again. I need to hear it clearly." Her jaw tightened. She lifted her chin, and for a moment, I saw the old Camille—the one who'd walked into the Obsidian Club with a strategy and a smile. But the mask cracked. Her eyes were wet. "The baby isn't yours." The room tilted. I gripped the back of the sofa, my knuckles white. A strange sound escaped my throat—something between a laugh and a gasp. "All this time." My voice was low, unrecognizable. "You let me believe we were building something. A family. A future. You stood in front of a room full of people and announced—" I stopped, the memory of the loft burning thro
Last Updated: 2026-09-30
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