All Chapters of The Rebirth of a Vengeful Heiress: I’ll End You Before the W: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The scent of antiseptic and rotting flesh was a sickening cocktail that refused to leave my lungs. It clung to the back of my throat, thick and metallic, a constant reminder that life was leaking out of me.I lay paralyzed on a rusted, blood-stained gurney in the ruins of the Oakhaven Central Infirmary. Once, this had been the most prestigious hospital in the Diamond District—a place where the elite of Oakhaven came for minor surgeries and expensive spa treatments. Now, the marble floors were cracked and stained with fluids I didn't want to identify.Outside the frosted, shattered windows, the "City of Eternal Light" was finally dark. The skyscrapers that used to glow with the arrogance of the billionaire class were nothing but blackened skeletons silhouetted against a blood-red sky.The apocalypse hadn't been a sudden explosion. It had been a slow, freezing rot—a virus that turned the living into hollow, ravenous things, followed by a winter that never ended. And I was at the very ce

The dining room of Vane Manor had been converted into a temporary boardroom. Sunlight streamed through the arched windows, glinting off the polished mahogany table and the crystal carafes of water—and the heavy, red wine Julian had insisted on serving to "celebrate" our union.At the head of the table sat Mr. Sterling, the Vane family’s lead counsel for thirty years. He looked at me over his spectacles, his expression unreadable. To his left were three other lawyers, their pens ready, their faces as stiff as their starched collars.And then there was the document.The *General Power of Attorney and Asset Consolidation Agreement*.In my past life, I hadn't even read the title. I had been so blinded by Julian’s whispers of "doing it for us" that I had signed my name with a smile. I had handed him the keys to the Vane Conglomerate, my father’s life’s work, and my own freedom."Everything is in order, Elena," Julian said, his voice dropping into that smooth, hyp

The burner phone in my hand felt like a shard of dry ice.“Caleb Thorne,” I whispered, his name curling through my throat like smoke and old blood.In my previous life, Caleb Thorne had been known as the War God of the North—a man carved from winter and violence. While cities collapsed into chaos and governments burned overnight, he had risen from the ruins of Oakhaven and built something terrifying: order.People feared him almost as much as they feared the Stalkers.He was efficient. Ruthless. Untouchable.The kind of man who could stand in the middle of a massacre with blood on his hands and still look perfectly composed.In my first life, I had only crossed paths with him twice.The first time, he ignored me.The second time, he looked at me like he knew exactly how I was going to die.A chill slid down my spine at the memory.Nobody knew what truly happened inside the Northern Fortress during the final weeks before communication lines went dark. Rumors spread for years afterward—

The silence inside the Vane estate felt wrong tonight.Usually, the mansion carried the suffocating stillness of a mausoleum—cold, elegant, dead. But tonight, the silence trembled with tension, like the heavy air before a lightning strike splits the sky apart.Something poisonous was growing beneath this roof.And for the first time in two lifetimes…I could finally see its roots.I bypassed the grand staircase and slipped into the west corridor instead, my footsteps muted against the velvet carpet. Moonlight spilled through the tall windows, turning the marble floors silver and ghostly.Every shadow felt sharper now.Every memory felt alive.In my previous life, I had been too blinded by Julian’s carefully crafted affection to notice what was happening to my father. Too busy planning weddings and smiling for cameras while the strongest man I knew slowly withered away before my eyes.Everyone had blamed stress.The pressure of manag

The adrenaline from the docks still clung to my skin long after I returned to the penthouse.Even after locking the door behind me, I couldn’t shake the memory of the Stalker’s shriek echoing through the fog. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those dead white eyes lunging toward me through the snow.The apocalypse had started early.Which meant every second mattered now.I crossed the dark penthouse slowly, the city lights of Oakhaven glowing beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows like a dying constellation. Somewhere below, people were laughing in rooftop bars, arguing in traffic, planning weddings and business meetings…Completely unaware the world was already beginning to rot.My fingers tightened.A pantry full of canned food wouldn’t save us anymore.Not if the timeline kept accelerating.I needed to understand the Sovereign Space better.Needed to know exactly what kind of miracle—or weapon—I had been given.I lowered myself onto the living room floor, exhaling slowly as I closed