All Chapters of DEAD ZONE: I Built A Fortress With My Ex's Billions : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

FloraWe were one year into this hellish outbreak, and every single day outside was a desperate battle for survival. My hands trembled, raw and covered in dirt, but relief washed over me as I stacked the food. I had survived another brutal run. Outside, the world belonged to the dead, but inside this fortified villa, my family would live another month.My father in law was bedridden with a severe fever, and my husband, Holland, had been working himself to the bone caring for him alongside his secretary who was present, Lena. she had been living with us since the fall of the city to help manage our dwindling supplies. I had voluntarily taken on all the outdoor risks, fighting off hordes and bearing the scars, as I was the only one in position to go out there. As I reached the bedroom door, I noticed it was sitting half ajar. Soft, muffled gasps drifted through the opening, mixed with low moans that made my feet freeze in place.My breath hitched in my throat.Through the narrow crack

FloraMy phone rang early the next morning. The doctor’s voice was bright over the speaker as I stood by Annabel's bed."Mrs. Spencer, someone saw your news broadcast and came in to donate," the doctor said. "The blood type is an exact match. We’re starting the transfusion right now."Relief hit me so hard my knees buckled against the side of the mattress. I watched through the observation window as the deep red liquid trickled into my daughter’s vein, slowly pulling her back from the edge.Needing to see the person who had just saved my child’s life, I picked up the heavy briefcase of cash and walked down to the donor room. I pushed open the door.A man was standing by the window, his back to me as he stared out at the street. When the door latched shut, he turned.My fingers went numb. The briefcase hit the linoleum floor with a heavy thud.Broad shoulders, sharp jawline, dark eyes, features I knew all too well. But this face was older, rougher, marked by a faded scar trailing down

FloraI sprinted out of the store, leaving the transport van and workers behind as I threw myself into the driver's seat of my SUV. I slammed my foot on the accelerator, tearing through the city streets toward the ridge.When I burst through the front doors of the estate, the nanny was pacing back and forth in the grand foyer, wringing her hands and sobbing violently."Where is she?" I screamed, my voice echoing off the high ceilings as panic choked my throat. "How could you let her out of your sight for a single second?""I am so sorry, ma'am!" the nanny cried, backing away in terror. "I was helping the drivers carry the boxes of warm clothes into the storage vault! She was right behind me, and then—"My phone buzzed relentlessly in my hand, vibrating with a barrage of missed calls and urgent text messages. I glanced at the screen. Holland. Dozens of frantic calls and angry messages over the past few weeks that I had completely ignored while focusing on my preparations. I shoved the