All Chapters of Frozen Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Maya stared at the phone in her hand. Ethan's name flashed on the screen, the ringtone she had set for him playing cheerfully. In her previous life, she would have answered immediately, eager to hear his voice.Now, the sound made her feel sick.She let it ring until it went to voicemail. A moment later, a text came through."Morning beautiful! Can't wait to see you tonight. I've got a surprise for you. Love you."Love. Such an easy word for him to say. Maya wondered if he had ever meant it, even once. She deleted the message without responding and sat down on her bed, her mind racing.Thirty days until the wedding. In her previous timeline, she had been so happy, so excited. She had spent every free moment planning the perfect ceremony, picking flowers, tasting cakes, designing invitations. She had thought she was the luckiest woman alive.What a joke.Maya needed to think. She needed a plan. But first, she needed to know exactly what was happening. Was this really time travel? Or wa

Chapter 4Maya's hands were white-knuckled on the steering wheel as she stared at the black sedan. The engine ticked as it cooled, each sound unnaturally loud in the concrete tomb of the parking garage. She had two choices: turn around and run, or walk into Ethan's penthouse and pretend everything was fine.Running would confirm his suspicions. Staying might get her caught.Maya took a shaky breath and got out of the car.The elevator ride to the top floor felt like descending into hell. Her reflection in the mirrored walls showed a composed woman in a designer coat, her hair perfect, her makeup flawless. But inside, Maya was screaming.Someone knows. Someone threatened me. Who?The elevator doors opened with a soft chime.Ethan was waiting in the foyer, still in his work suit, tie loosened. He looked furious. Behind him, Maya could see his mother Catherine sitting in the living room, a glass of wine in her hand, watching like a predator."You're late," Ethan said coldly."Traffic," M

The restaurant Catherine Hart chose was the kind of place where a salad cost fifty dollars and the waiters looked at you like they were doing you a favor by serving food. Maya sat across from her future mother-in-law, watching the older woman cut her salmon into precise, identical pieces. Everything about Catherine was controlled—her platinum blonde hair pulled back so tight it probably gave her headaches, her designer dress that cost more than most people's monthly rent, her smile that never quite reached her cold blue eyes.In her previous life, Maya had been terrified of this woman. She had spent three years trying desperately to win Catherine's approval, cooking her favorite meals, remembering every preference, enduring criticism with a smile. It had never been enough. Catherine had looked at her like something stuck to the bottom of her shoe.Now, knowing exactly what this woman thought of her, Maya felt nothing but contempt."The wedding is in three weeks," Catherine said, dabbi

Maya stood frozen in the doorway, her mind racing. Four pairs of eyes stared at her, waiting. Dr. Mitchell had just confirmed her worst fear—two weeks, not three. The apocalypse was accelerating even faster than she'd calculated."I..." Maya's voice came out hoarse. She cleared her throat. "I've been tracking the same patterns. I have data that might help."One of the other scientists, a thin man with wire-rimmed glasses, scoffed. "You're not a meteorologist. Your email didn't mention any credentials.""Dr. Rahman," Dr. Mitchell said sharply. "Let her speak."Maya stepped into the office, closing the door behind her. The room was small, crammed with filing cabinets and stacks of research papers. The large screen dominated one wall, showing temperature projections that made her stomach clench. She'd lived through those numbers once. She knew exactly what they meant—death on a scale that would dwarf any natural disaster in human history."I'm not a scientist," Maya admitted. "But I've b