The Villain's Popular Apocalyptic Bride

Chapter 7

Word Count: 685 | Released on: 14/05/2026

n lights of Los Angeles. The Porsche tore down a de

esert and dry scrub brush. There were no other

rutted dirt road. She pulled up to a rusted chain-l

as waiting by the gate. He handed Julia a heavy brass k

fifty-acre orchard backed up against a stee

open the creaking wooden gate and waded through the

rmhouse, hidden under a pile o

ndle of the bunker hatch. She heaved it open. A blast of col

e's flashlight and des

ve-over three thousand square feet of reinforced concrete. Dust

the thick, cold wall. T

ker, and bought the entire property, outright, for eight h

, roadside motel. She couldn't go back t

She locked the deadbolt, pulled the heavy curtai

adsheet and began

generators, commercial-grade solar pane

en-thousand-gallon water tanks, gas masks, and military-grad

freeze-dried vegetables, military MREs, vacuu

rs directly. To avoid triggering FBI red flags, she routed the purchases through a dozen

. California gun laws were too st

ee-hundred-thousand-dollar purchase order to an arms dealer known as 'Blacksmit

M. Her eyes burned, but the adrenaline pumping

splashed cold water on her face. She lo

rifying thoug

ginal plot, this specific beating caused a massive infection. The fev

of the sink. The water

pse even started, the world line would collapse.

d awakened, he

he wall, chewing on her thumbnail. The fear of t

otel room, jumped into the Porsche, and sped back toward Los Angel

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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.”