Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon

Chapter 5

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grabbed the sleek laptop resting on the edge of Kenneth's

nd typed in the password Jessie dictated. A sprea

His bored expression slowly mor

ration units. Arctic survival gear. Solar matri

ns of specialized steel. Ballistic

darted up to meet hers. "C4 explosives? Armor-piercing roun

yptic storm is going to hit in exactly thirty days. It will

augh. "That is the most ridiculous

y Tech will drop twelve percent tomorrow at 10 AM. Ramsey Shipping will l

scles tensed. Those were highly classified internal m

be a massive geological anomaly in Alaska. The government will co

the grid fails, your billions are just paper.

a twitch, a lie, a sign of madness. He found n

n on the intercom butto

ed instantly. Arthur ste

reen. "Use the underground channels. I want everything on

the munitions list, but his training held

roval. "You won't re

he proximity was suffocating, thick with tension. "If you are playing me," h

old curve of her lips. "Y

the Appalachian estate to ove

a solid black, limitless credit card, and held it

to her pocket. It was a tangible si

topped just before opening it

ur doctor gives you," Jessie said quietly. "

is wheelchair so hard his knuckles turned

er. She opened the door and

ng at the empty doorway, a vio

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“Jessie's biological parents brought her back from a Rust Belt wasteland just to force her into marrying a paralyzed heir to save their bankrupt empire. Three years later, when the global doomsday apocalypse hit, her own family shoved her into a swarm of infected corpses. As she was being torn apart by mutated hounds, she was stunned by what she saw. Her fake sister, Harley, was clutching the antique silver necklace she had stolen from Jessie-an heirloom that secretly contained a magical spatial dimension. When the infected swarmed them, her biological mother didn't even look back. "Jessie is just white trash, she is perfectly suited to buy us time to run!" Harley used Jessie's stolen necklace to live in absolute safety and luxury, while Jessie's windpipe was ripped out in the rotting wasteland. Until she died, Jessie didn't understand. She was their true flesh and blood. Why did her parents hate her so much? Why was she sacrificed so easily while the fake daughter got everything? Opening her eyes again, the blinding glare of a crystal chandelier stabbed into her retinas. She was back in the Manhattan penthouse on the exact day they sold her off. This time, Jessie calmly signed the marriage contract, demanded a one hundred million dollar buyout, and walked out to prepare for the apocalypse.”