All Chapters of Apocalypse Rebirth: My fortress, His Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The pain was the last thing she remembered—the sickening sound of flesh tearing, teeth grinding into bone, and the ice-cold horror of being ripped apart alive. Evelyn gasped, bolting upright in bed. Her chest heaved as cold sweat drenched her nightgown. She clutched her throat, her fingers frantically pressing into her smooth, unmarred skin. There was no blood, no open wounds. How was that possible? She looked around the room. Sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, illuminating the neat, cozy bedroom. On the nightstand, the television played softly in the background. "Recently, flu cases have been on the rise across multiple provinces. Citizens are advised to take personal precautions, wear masks, and avoid crowded places..." Evelyn’s eyes snapped to the TV screen. The news anchor’s grave face, the precise wording of the broadcast, even the graphic in the bottom right corner—it was identical to the broadcast from her nightmare. It wasn’t just a dream. It was a n

Back in the messy living room, the front door slammed shut behind Evelyn.Nora stared at the empty doorway, her face pale as a sheet. She turned on her son, her hands trembling with rage and anxiety. "Are you out of your mind, Lucas?! How could you let her sign those papers? Who is going to clean this house? Who is going to cook for Toby?!"Lucas adjusted his suit collar, letting out a heavy, dismissive snort."Relax, Mom," Lucas said, tossing the signed divorce decree onto the coffee table. He sat down on the sofa, crossing his legs with complete composure. "She's just throwing a hysterical temper tantrum. She thinks she's being brave."Amber clutched her swollen cheek, her eyes darting nervously. "But Lucas... what if she actually leaks the secret about Toby?""She won't," Lucas sneered confidently. "Evelyn has no job, no family, and not a single friend in this city. She didn't take a dollar of my money. Right now, she probably doesn't even have enough cash to rent a decent hotel ro

In the high-floor executive office of Lucas’s company, the air felt thick enough to suffocate a man.The central air conditioner hummed softly, but cold sweat dripped down Lucas’s temples. He sat frozen behind his polished mahogany desk, staring blankly at the official property registry printout spread before him.His fingers trembled so violently that the paper rattled in his grip. The official black-and-white government seal at the bottom of the page was unmistakable:[Property: Grand Horizon Estate, Villa No. 1][Registered Owner: Evelyn][Purchase Status: Paid in Full — $15,000,000.00 USD]"Sir..." Lucas’s legal advisor stood on the other side of the desk, nervously wiping his damp forehead with a white handkerchief. "I checked directly with the land registration bureau and the private banking division. The transaction is one hundred percent legitimate. She paid fifteen million dollars in full cash with a single swipe. Furthermore... her verified private account balance is an astr

"—she must be spreading her legs for someone with deep pockets, Lucas! There is literally no other explanation!" Mark slammed his whiskey glass onto the dark mahogany bar top, amber liquid sloshing over the polished rim.He clutched his swollen, reddened cheek with his left hand, wincing as his fingers brushed the tender skin where his former mistress had slapped him earlier that morning. His gaudy silk shirt was partially unbuttoned, his heavy gold chains glinting under the dim, amber pendant lights of the private lounge. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and filled with a volatile mix of humiliation and rage.Sitting across from him in the leather booth, Lucas stared straight ahead, his knuckles white around his own crystal glass. His suit jacket was thrown over the back of the seat, his tie loosened, and his top collar button undone. A thick blue vein throbbed visibly along the side of his neck."Fifteen million dollars," Lucas muttered, his voic

Lucas’s loud, mocking voice boomed through the speaker, bursting with smug, unrestrained arrogance. Evelyn took a slow sip of her hot tea, feeling the warmth spread down her throat. "What do you want, Lucas?" "What do I want?" Lucas chuckled loudly into the receiver, the sound dripping with patronizing condescension. "I called to give you one final chance to save yourself before you ruin your life completely." Evelyn turned back toward the window, looking out over the private courtyard and the ten-foot reinforced stone perimeter walls of her estate. "Save myself from what?" "Don't act dumb with me!" Lucas sneered, his voice rising in triumph. "I know all about your little game! You thought you could hide marital assets behind my back? You thought you could use some rich old bastard's money to buy Villa Number One and pretend you're a high-society queen?!" Evelyn didn't interrupt. She simply li