INICIAR SESIÓNThey called me barren, they called me useless. They spent my money while my husband slept with another woman. I spent seven years paying the Voss family’s debts, saving my husband’s company, caring for his parents, and begging my husband to look at me like a wife again. Instead, Darian gave his mistress the child he claimed I could never give him. When the apocalypse came, I thought my husband would protect me but I was wrong. His family locked me outside their shelter while the infected tore through the streets. When they finally dragged me inside, it wasn’t to save me. They were hungry and I became their food. I died listening to my husband’s mistress crying over the child growing inside her. Then I opened my eyes. Seventy-three days before the apocalypse. This time, I knew exactly what was coming. I knew which investments would explode. I knew where the safest land was. I knew which supplies would disappear first. And I knew exactly how my husband and his family would die. I stopped paying their debts. I took back my money. I bought the property they would one day beg to enter. And when Kaeldric Vane—the cold, ruthless man my husband had always feared—offered me his protection, I accepted. Because this time, I wasn’t going to die trying to prove I was family. I was going to survive long enough to watch them beg.
Ver másSerelyn’s POVThe moment Kaeldric finished speaking, I looked at him.“Who asked about Viremont?”He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he glanced toward the security officer who had delivered the message. The man gave a small nod before walking away, leaving us alone near the unfinished eastern wing of the estate.Kaeldric folded his arms, “Property inquiries happen.”“That wasn’t what I asked.”His mouth twitched slightly, “You’re becoming impatient.”“I’ve had a bad week.”“That,” he said dryly, “I noticed.”I ignored the comment, “Who was asking?”“We don’t know.”I frowned, “You just said someone inquired.”“They did.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “But they didn’t leave a name.”“What did they want?”Kaeldric studied me for a moment before answering.“They asked who owned the estate.”My fingers tightened around the clipboard in my hand.“They asked when construction began. Which company was handling security. Whether you intended to live here.”I stared at him, “That
Serelyn’s POVI barely slept that night because everytime I closed my eyes, I saw the photograph again.My grandmother stood in the center, younger than I had ever known her. Beside her was a boy who had grown into a man I had met only days ago—Kaeldric Vane.I sat at my desk before sunrise, the photograph lying in front of me. I picked it up again.The picture itself was ordinary. Old paper with faded edges. My grandmother’s handwriting on the back.But the words weren’t ordinary.When the end comes, trust no one except him.I read them for perhaps the tenth time. Then I put the photograph down.“No.”My voice sounded strange in the quiet room. I wasn’t going to blindly trust a man because my dead grandmother had written his name into a warning. She had known something. That much was obvious. But that didn’t automatically make Kaeldric safe.What if she had been wrong?What if Kaeldric had changed?What if the warning itself was connected to something I didn’t understand?I had alrea
Serelyn’s POVWhen I returned home that afternoon, Lysenna was already waiting at my door. For a moment, I simply stood there. She was wearing a cream-colored dress beneath a long coat, one hand resting over the small curve of her stomach. Her eyes were red, and tears had already gathered along her lashes. The sight dragged an old memory out of me.In my first life, Lysenna had cried exactly like this whenever she needed something. A trembling lip. Wet eyes. A soft voice. And somehow, Darian always ended up blaming me. She looked up when she heard my footsteps.“Serelyn.”I unlocked the door, “What are you doing here?”Her lower lip trembled.“I came to apologize.”I glanced at her stomach. Then back at her face.“Come inside.”She looked surprised. I stepped aside. Not because I forgave her. I wanted to hear what story she had come prepared to tell. Lysenna walked in slowly and sat on the edge of the sofa. I remained standing. She wiped beneath one eye.“I know you probably hate me.
Serelyn’s POVI had survived betrayal, death, and being eaten alive. Now I had seventy-three days to become impossible to destroy.The lottery numbers appeared on the screen at eight that evening. I sat alone at my dining table with the ticket beside my phone. The first number appeared. I checked mine—Match.The second appeared.—Match.My fingers tightened around the edge of the table.Third, Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Match. All of them. For several seconds, I simply stared at the screen.I had remembered these numbers for years without knowing whether I would ever get the chance to use them. Now they were real.I had won. I didn’t scream. I didn’t laugh. I didn’t even move. I just picked up the ticket and placed it inside an envelope. Then I locked it in the small safe under my desk. No celebration. No message to Darian. No excited phone call to a friend.The next morning, I contacted the lottery office through a lawyer and began the claim process. After taxes and the required deductions
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