Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ruthless CEO's Regret

Author: Priorities

Chapter 1

Word Count: 768 | Released on: 01/06/2026

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nd through the thick glass. The peaceful, idyllic scene was a brutal contrast to the images seared into her memory: Ne

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ted Chloe's lips. The ignoranc

uin their weekend plans. The chasm between their reality and hers was so vast

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nd of what was once Central Park, gnawing on tree bark so rotten it tur

ding through her entire frame. She bit down hard on her lower lip, the coppery tast

system. "Attention. The library will be closing in

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stood up and slung her ba

g variables and probabilities. She mentally tallied her assets: the trust fund her parents

e sheer volume of what she needed was overwhelming, and the gnawing hunger was making her light-headed. A wave of dizziness w

ing her down toward the unforgiving stone floor. She threw her hands out, a u

ched out and grabbed

rested her fall, yanking her back from the brink with a jolt that rattled her teeth. The han

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Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ruthless CEO's Regret

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“The smell of old paper filled Chloe Gates's lungs as she woke up with a violent gasp in the dead-quiet public library. Her phone screen lit up with a severe weather alert for October 25th, but she knew it wasn't just a storm. It was an engineered apocalypse, the gentle whisper before a global scream orchestrated by a shadowy organization. In her past life, this day marked the beginning of a starving, freezing hell. She remembered gnawing on mushy tree bark in the wasteland of Central Park, and the sickening crack of her own ribs when a man beat her for a piece of scavenged meat. But the deepest trauma came from Jacob Daniels, the elite security chief of the Haven Group. When the deadly blizzard hit, he was the one who locked the compound gates, ignoring her desperate pleas as he left her outside to die. "Are you alright? Should I call someone?" The voice belonged to Jacob himself, standing right in front of her in the library, offering a hypocritical courtesy that mocked her agonizing death. She had died a naive, trusting victim, crushed by a merciless system while the rich and powerful survived. Why should she freeze in the snow again while they profited from the end of the world? Looking down, a silver hexagram glowed faintly on her wrist-her infinite sub-dimensional storage unit had traveled back with her. With twenty-four hours left and an eight-million-dollar trust fund, Chloe walked out of the library. This time, she was going to buy the world.”