The Betrayed Heiress's Spectacular Doomsday Comeback

's trust fund right now! How dare you hi

she hadn't heard in three years. The voic

ere she had taken her last breath. This was her old apartment-the one she'd rented before t

ying-the cold, the darkness, the f

r. A brutal yank slammed her against the wall. Her spine hit

was real. She was back, to the

s rattled. A bloated, unshaven face loomed inches from hers. Red veins

he infected during the first wave. So why was he here, alive, still breathing, s

he snarled, spittle flying. "Your

odega calendar hung there-a faded picture of the St

Thirty days unti

o rot. No hunger. No walking corpses. Just her father-drunk, violent, and v

her family torn apart. And then-darkness. Death. And now, she was back. Back to the beginning. Back to thirty days befo

ce for defiance. Rag

you can i

palm and swung it

ed among the city's ruins, only to die anyway-hesitation mean

slap missed. Frank's palm slamme

ected stomach. A gurgling scream tore f

grabbed the cold, heavy bas

ry bled into murderous hatred. He spotte

stepped forward and swung the

clutching his injured wrist. He stared at her, stunned. This was

"If you set foot here again, it w

et and lurched for the door. She kicked him hard in the bac

hut. Click. Click. Dea

numb hands. She buried her face and trembled. Hot tears spilled-tears of shock,

ody. When she lifted her head, her eyes

nk, she saw her younger self: unscarred, no longer haunted by despair. Just a girl thrown back to the

he twisted the combination. Click. Inside lay her mother's trust documents and several unlimited black ca

ern masking a plea for money. She swiped it away. Opened the calendar app. Found th

glowed: 29 days, 23

dialed her Wall Street wea

e. A crisp professi

ckett. Schedule me for the first appointment tomorr

bullets, canned food, clean water, and a fortified shel