All Chapters of REBORN BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE: MY EX BEGS FOR MERCY: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

POV: PHINAThe storm arrived nearly ninety days earlier than it had in my memories, and it hit with a terrifying, apocalyptic violence that made my previous death feel like a gentle rehearsal.The glass panels in the central command hub vibrated against their heavy steel frames as wind speeds outside crossed ninety miles per hour. On the primary surveillance wall, three hundred individual camera feeds displayed a world being torn apart in real time. Down in the valley, the roaring ocean surge had already breached the concrete harbor walls, drowning the lower Manhattan grid under eight feet of black, slush-filled water. Transformer stations exploded across the skyline in bright, blinding flashes of emerald blue, casting eerie shadows across the dark clouds before going out forever.Communication towers fell like matchsticks. One by one, our external news channels and public emergency frequencies went completely silent, filled only by the harsh, roaring hiss of static."Level One lockdo

POV: PHINAI sent Alex into the freezing white hell, and the moment the heavy steel gates locked behind his armored transport, I realized I was watching the clock for a reason that had nothing to do with estate security.Thirty minutes had passed.I stood on the central platform of the subterranean command hub, my eyes glued to the primary tracking screen. The BearCat armored vehicle appeared as a bright green telemetry dot moving agonizingly slow down the serpentine mountain pass, fighting thirty-foot visibility and eighty-mile-an-hour wind gusts."Telemetry is stable, Miss Phina," Edwin reported, adjusting his headset. "Dr. Hart's vehicle has reached the lower valley road. He's establishing a direct comms relay through our secondary repeater tower."The speaker above my head clicked, filled with heavy atmospheric static and the deafening roar of rushing water in the background."—Command, this is Hart," Alex’s voice came through, steady and calm despite the madness outside. "—We hav

POV: PHINAI had tens of millions of dollars in supplies, yet the storm proved that some losses could never be replaced by money.The roaring wind outside had finally dropped to a low, hollow moan, but the quiet that followed brought no relief. Standing on the observation deck of Sector A, I looked out through the triple-paned reinforced glass at the ruined landscape.The entire valley was buried under a silent, frozen desert of black ice, liquid mud, and crushed timber. The main mountain pass had completely vanished, carved away by a massive mudslide that had dragged two miles of asphalt straight into the river. Down below, the roofs of suburban houses poked out from the frozen floodwaters like jagged tombstones. There was no smoke rising from chimneys, no headlights on the distant interstate, and no city lights glittering on the horizon.The electric grid of the entire tri-state area was dead.I walked down to the subterranean command center and pulled up our inventory database. My

POV: HARRISONI had always believed money could purchase an exit from any catastrophe. But as I stood behind the floor-to-ceiling glass of my penthouse suite, watching black, ice-choked water swallow the eighth-floor balcony of the adjacent tower, I finally realized the disaster I had dismissed was real.By then, my empire was already collapsing around me.Inside the sprawling luxury residence, the silence was deafening, broken only by the low, agonizing groan of the building's steel frame under eighty-mile-an-hour wind gusts. The primary heating grid had died four hours ago. The marble floors, once polished to a mirror shine, were now freezing slabs of stone.On my executive desk, three satellite phones lay dead, their screens displaying persistent red network error symbols."They aren't picking up, Harrison," Vera said, her voice sharp, thin, and edging on hysteria. She sat huddled near the gas fireplace in a five-thousand-dollar mink coat, her designer mascara smudged beneath her w

POV: ALEXI had treated gunshot wounds in military field hospitals and urban trauma bays, but this was the first time I held pressure on a bullet hole made purely out of human starvation."Hold his shoulders flat!" I shouted over the blaring siren, pressing a thick pad of sterile gauze against the young man’s abdomen. Warm blood soaked through my surgical gloves instantly. "Get the chest tube ready, Sarah! We have a entry wound in the left upper quadrant!"Ten minutes ago, a group of five desperate men had tried to cut through the secondary supply chain-link gate using an industrial battery-powered torch. When Marcus’s perimeter guards fired warning shots into the air, someone in the dark had panicked and fired a hunting rifle point-blank into the crowd.The bullet had missed our guards entirely and caught a twenty-year-old kid named Leo, a college student who had just been standing in the wrong place, waiting in line for broth.Through the reinforced glass partition of Sector C’s tra