Todos los capítulos de Ten Days To The Apocalypse: My Revenge Begins : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Serena POV "Damian! Bianca! Please, open the door! I'm begging you!"My voice didn’t even sound like my own anymore—it was a raw, jagged shred of sound tearing straight from the bottom of my lungs. I hammered my fists against the heavy, industrial-grade steel door until my knuckles split, warm blood smearing across the freezing metal.Clang. Clang. Clang.The sound echoed down the desolate corridor like a death knell. I wrenched the handle downward, throwing my entire body weight against it, but it wouldn't budge. Bolted from the inside. Deadlocked."No! Please, God, no!" I sobbed, my fingernails scraping uselessly against the reinforced frame. "They’re right behind me! The streets are crawling—please, just turn the lock! Let me in!"Behind me, the world was burning in a symphony of terror. Distant shrieks bounced off concrete canyons, punctuated by the wet, sickening thud of bodies collapsing onto asphalt. The apocalypse hadn't arrived with fire from the sky; it had crept i

Serena POV The next morning, I sat at the dining table, bathed in the pale, cool light of dawn. A porcelain cup of steaming black tea sat before me, the steam curling lazily into the quiet air.For the first time in my entire adult life, my chest didn't feel like it was trapped in a vise.There was no nagging anxiety. No frantic internal monologue wondering if I had texted Damian back quickly enough, if my tone had been sweet enough, or if I had done enough to earn a fraction of his affection. In my past life, I had bled myself dry trying to satisfy a man whose capacity for love was a bottomless void. I had handed over my savings, my time, my dignity, and my peace of mind, all in the delusional hope that one day he would look at me and decide I was worthy.What a pathetic, blind fool I was."Madam, would you like some more tea?" the maid asked softly, her footsteps light against the polished hardwood.I looked up, offering a calm, polite smile—one entirely devoid of the hollow

Serena POV "Serena!"The shrill, demanding voice cut sharply through the howling wind and the patter of escalating rain.I stopped loading the final crate into the back of my SUV, my hands resting on the cold metal edge of the trunk. Slowly, deliberately, I turned around.Striding across the wet asphalt toward me was Bianca. Her hair was whipping around her face, and her designer handbag was clutched tightly under her arm, but what caught my attention wasn't her appearance—it was the stark, frantic panic written all over her features.My expression flattened instantly, every muscle in my face freezing into an impenetrable mask of ice."What do you want, Bianca?" I asked, my voice devoid of any warmth.She stopped a few feet away, chest heaving, looking me up and down with sheer disbelief before her eyes darted to the towering stacks of survival supplies packed into my car."I've been trying to call you for days!" Bianca snapped, crossing her arms defensively. "And then I went to use

Serena POV A slow, terrifying smile curved across my lips.It wasn't a smile of joy or relief. It was a cold, venomous thread of sheer satisfaction born from the deepest, darkest ashes of my former life.I looked down at Bianca’s hand, her manicured fingers trembling as they clutched desperately at the sleeve of my coat. Her manicured nails dug in, her eyes wide, bloodshot, and flooded with a primal terror that I knew all too well. I had felt that exact same terror when I pounded on the cold iron of the shelter door. I had wept those exact same tears when I begged for a single shred of human decency, only to hear her voice echoing through the steel: “Let her die.”Now, here she was, standing on the freezing asphalt, pleading with the very woman she had condemned to the jaws of the dead."Serena, please!" Bianca sobbed, her voice cracking as the sirens of the city wailed in a chorus of doom. "You can't leave us out here! They're tearing people apart!"Without a single word, I re

Serena POV The freezing rain beat down relentlessly, plastering my hair to my forehead and washing the dark, crimson blood of the dead off the iron bar still gripped tightly in my knuckles.My breath rattled in my chest as I stared across the slick cobblestones at the patio.Lisa stood under the awning, completely still. The terrified, fragile facade she had put on for my mother was gone, replaced by a dark, chilling amusement that sent a spike of ice straight down my spine."What did you just say?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the heavy downpour like a sharpened blade.I took a slow, deliberate step toward the patio, the iron bar swinging slightly at my side. My eyes locked onto hers, searching for any trace of the innocent sister my mother had spent years weeping over.There was none.The moment Lisa saw me moving toward her, her expression shifted back with terrifying speed. The cruel smile vanished, replaced instantly by wide, tear-filled eyes and trembling lips. Sh