Todos os capítulos de REBORN BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE: MY EX BEGS FOR MERCY: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

POV: PHINA I had prepared for the end of the world. I had not prepared for the moment when the living world decided I was the problem. The steady, deliberate gravel-crunch of tires on the driveway heralded the arrival I had been dreading. Through the reinforced glass of the second-floor command hub, I watched a sleek, charcoal-grey sedan navigate the stone gates of Highland Crest Manor. The official inquiry into my medical and industrial acquisitions was no longer a distant threat on a lawyer’s desk. It had arrived at my front door weeks faster than Arthur had anticipated. Ten minutes later, the estate security team ushered the two state regulatory investigators into my formal study. They were polite, dressed in sharp, understated suits, carrying sleek digital tablets instead of heavy clipboards. The older investigator introduced himself as Agent Sterling, while his younger colleague, a sharp-eyed woman named Agent Hayes, stood slightly behind him, scanning the room with quiet, met

POV: HARRISON My mother did not raise her voice. She simply placed a folder on the table and waited for me to understand that I had already lost control. The grand dining hall of the Bennet estate was dead silent save for the soft, steady ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Afternoon light bled through the tall, arched windows, casting long, stark shadows across the dark mahogany table. Eleanor sat at the head of the table, perfectly composed, taking a slow sip of black tea before setting her cup down onto its porcelain saucer without making a single sound. She tapped the dark leather dossier resting beside her plate. "Sit down, Harrison," she commanded gently. I pulled out a heavy oak chair and sat, my spine stiff, my palms uncomfortably clammy against my trousers. "Mother, if this is about the corporate restructuring or the emergency filings against Phina's estate, our legal team is already—" "This is not about Phina," Eleanor interrupted, her voice dangerously calm

POV: HARRISON My mother opened the package in front of me, and for the first time in years, I saw her look uncertain. The morning light filtering through the tall windows of the grand study was cold and brittle, casting sharp angles across the polished mahogany table. The courier envelope lay open in the center of the dark wood, its tear-strip ragged and unraveled. Eleanor sat perfectly still, her manicured fingers resting lightly on the edges of a thick stack of printed medical forms. Her face, usually an unreadable mask of iron aristocratic discipline, showed a faint, terrifying flicker of hesitation. "Read them," she said, her voice dropping into a flat, deadly whisper that chilled the air in the room. I reached out, my hands trembling slightly as I pulled the top sheet toward me. They were original, unredacted lab results, complete with official digital stamps and attending physician signatures from St. Jude’s Private Clinic. The name at the top was Vera Williams. My eyes race

POV: PHINA I was already fighting Harrison, Vera, and Eleanor. Now the man from the inquiry was watching me too. The morning frost had barely begun to thaw across the gravel perimeter of Highland Crest Manor when the matte-black SUV rolled through the outer security gates. I stood by the second-floor command window, watching Dr. Alex Hart step out into the freezing air. This time, he didn't come alone. Two junior compliance officers trailed behind him, carrying digital diagnostic tablets and heavy equipment cases. He wasn't here for another polite, formal walkthrough. He was here to dig until he hit bedrock. When Marcus escorted them into the study, Hart didn't waste time with introductory pleasantries. He placed a thick folder onto my desk, his dark, sharp eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that could cut glass. "Good morning, Miss Hastings," Hart said smoothly, his voice low and even. "My preliminary report crossed the board's desk last night. They wanted a broader adminis

POV: ALEX I expected Phina to protect her supplies with security guards. I did not expect her to step into the fight herself. The emergency dispatch came through just after midnight, right as I was leaving the lower perimeter check of Highland Crest Manor. A silent alarm had triggered at a secondary staging warehouse on the south ridge—one of the few logistics nodes Phina hadn't yet completely liquidated or moved into her core vaults. When I offered to accompany her, expecting her to wait safely inside her armored sedan while her private security team handled the breach, she simply reached into her console, pulled out a compact tactical sidearm, checked the chamber with practiced, silent efficiency, and stepped out into the freezing storm. The warehouse was half-drowned in shadow when we breached the side entry, the heavy steel doors hanging slightly off their tracks. The bitter mountain wind howled through the open bay, mingling with the sharp, metallic tang of cold grease and sha