Reborn Before Doomsday: The Ruthless CEO's Regret

Chapter 2

Word Count: 690 | Released on: 01/06/2026

-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His posture was perfectly correct, his expression unreadable

Her lips trembled. How was this possible? To encoun

of the Haven stronghold, a top-tier evolved human whose very name made hardened su

thed him with every

had cost her something more precious than gold. One pa

ed away in a world where a single

life began to surface

She crawled across the dusty, gravelly ground, each step excruciating, until her trembling fingers found an

ated beef and gravy hit her nostrils, the most beautifu

nyone caught up in such a battle will be injured or even killed. She saw th

elplessly as the victors appeared-Jacob Daniel

and anger, and when she woke

iels had never laid a hand on her, never stolen from her directly. But his presence, his battles,

dsome, undeniably infuriating face. She swallowed. The

al, burning cramp that sent a s

me, I never found another o

, you

the dark with an empty belly and a hollow chest, every ounce of despair she had nev

es-those cold, analytical eyes-were already cataloging her. Assessing. What was this woman do

e chance to fin

t a wild, flailing attack. It was a blur of precision violence, honed by years of

a choked grunt. His formidable frame folded, and he crashed onto his knees on the cold marble

ot still streaking her face. She looked down at him w

we me," she ground out

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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.”