All Chapters of Reborn As The Apocalypse Queen: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

"Please. Frederick , please open the door." Kacey’s voice was a ragged, broken wheeze. She slammed her frostbitten, bleeding fists against the reinforced polycarbonate glass of the bunker. The apocalyptic blizzard howled behind her, tearing at her emaciated body. The global temperature had plummeted to fifty below zero. Every ragged breath felt like inhaling shattered glass, freezing her lungs from the inside out. Her skin was turning a sickly, mottled purple, and she could no longer feel her legs. On the other side of the impenetrable door stood Frederick , her husband of four years, and Rose, her best friend since college. They were bathed in the warm, golden light of the bunker’s entryway. Both of them were wrapped comfortably in plush cashmere sweaters. Frederick swirled a glass of expensive red wine, a mocking smirk resting on his handsome face. He leaned toward the silver intercom panel on the wall. "You always were too loud, Kacey," Frederick ’s voice crackled through the e

Frederick paced the length of his lavish executive office, his hands pulling frantically at his perfectly styled hair. The morning sun poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but he felt freezing cold."She has the video, Rose," Frederick stammered, his voice cracking with pure panic. "She has the video. Do you understand what that means? The morality clause! The prenuptial agreement is airtight!"Rose sat on the edge of the leather sofa, aggressively biting her thumbnail. Her perfectly applied makeup from yesterday was long gone, leaving her looking hollow and frantic. "Frederick, calm down. Kacey is emotional right now. If you just talk to her, maybe bring her some flowers—""Flowers?" Frederick whirled around, his face pale and slick with nervous sweat. "Are you out of your mind? You saw her eyes last night. She wasn't just mad, Rose. She was dead inside. She looked at us like we were already corpses!"Before Rose could reply, the office door swung open without a knock.Mr. St