The Villain's Popular Apocalyptic Bride

Chapter 6

Word Count: 757 | Released on: 14/05/2026

nce Group's top level. She ignored the frantic protests of the executive

p designer suit and a Bluetooth earpiece. At the sight of Julia b

ia, this is a corporate office, not your country

eather guest chair, sat down, and slammed her tablet

bows on the wood. "I'm not here fo

lips curling into a sneer. "What?

n. "I'm selling my complete inheritance rights

hed over the rim of her cup, splattering acr

rching for the punchline of a bad joke. But

coffee with a tissue. "What game are you playing?

l host's impatient, reckless energy. "I can't wait until I'm twenty-five. I

r of panic. "I need cash. Now. Give me five milli

million. It was a predatory deal that would

hesitation. "Five million in liquid cash is a

e act, Eleanor. If you don't want it, I'll go to Dad.

d toward

lightly with panic. She stood up.

torious smirk. She instantly wiped the smile away, turne

tly with suppressed excitement. "Have the head of the Legal Department

the office was the hum of the air

Eleanor pointed a manicured finger at a specific clause. "Add a stipula

traight to the last page, grabbed the heavy Montblanc

e intent is signed. You have three days to wire

, raw greed shining in her eyes

glass handle and looked back. "And keep your mouth shut.

our little secret." She wanted Robert to

and walked out. Her heels fa

poiled, panicked expression vanished from Juli

The foundation of her

The Los Angeles sky was bleeding

Instead, she pulled out her phone, opened an encrypted

o see the

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“Julia was anchored to the freezing concrete floor, forced to watch the man beside her get his head blown off. The mechanical system in her head announced she had transmigrated into the apocalyptic novel Wasteland Frenzy-right at the villain's execution phase. A tall figure in an immaculate black suit stepped through the blood. Byron Serrano, the man the original host had tormented for years, grabbed her jaw with an ice-cold leather glove. "My dear fiancée, now, it is your turn." His henchman pulled out a rusted skinning knife, aiming the serrated edge directly at Julia's right eye. The system blared a fatal crisis warning. She was going to be brutally tortured, skinned, and murdered to pay for the sadistic games of the body's previous owner. The agonizing phantom pain and the suffocating stench of rotting meat paralyzed her. She screamed internally, cursing the chains and the unfairness of it all. Why did she have to die for a vicious persona she never chose? Just as the blade touched her skin, the system triggered a time rewind. Julia gasped, waking up in a luxurious bed exactly three months before the apocalypse outbreak. The system immediately ordered her to take a bloody whip and punish the heavily injured Byron downstairs to maintain the plot. Julia coldly refused. Instead, she sold her fifty-million-dollar inheritance for five million in immediate cash, bought an underground doomsday bunker, and secretly bandaged the bleeding villain's wounds in the dead of night. This time, she would survive her own way.”