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Chapter 2
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Released on: 25/06/2025
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screaming Ethan' s name until her voice was raw. Me, pounding on the steel door untiite brand, the ones Mom had stocked for him. He made a show o
burned into my soul. It fueled every swin
here would b
r community, a man who could build a fallout shelter with h
rowed with concern. "All our resources, tied up for on
's offering the ranch land. If he defaults, we get everythi
and handshakes, eventually nodded. "Al
t know this wasn't about business. It w
gun oil a familiar comfort. I looked at the picture on my nightstand. Me and Ethan,
my thumb tracing
a mask. The real Ethan was the one I heard i
y gut. It wasn't hot and explosive.
from us. Our money,
d take it all bac
ng a list. Not just of bunker supplies, but of everything else. Seeds. Me
the bunker. It would be building a
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She Heard Their Secrets, She Built Her Empire
“I woke up with the familiar scent of burnt coffee, seeing my charming boyfriend, Ethan Scott, across from me in our town's diner. He was pitching a blueprint for his "ultimate survivalist influencer retreat," that smile on his face the same one that made everyone swoon. But then, it all crashed back: the blueprint, the diner, the date. Ten days until the solar flare. Ten days until the end. I' d lived this before. In my previous life, I poured my family's everything into building this exact bunker for him. He promised payment, sponsorship. It never came. When the sky turned green and the grid failed, he locked us out-my parents and me, begging at the reinforced window of the shelter we built. He laughed as we died in the chaos. Now, as he spoke, his voice a smooth river of lies, another voice echoed in my head, sharp and clear: his real, sickening thoughts. This wasn't a dream. It was a second chance, and with it, a terrifying new ability to hear the betrayal lurking beneath his words. He took everything from us then. This time, I'm taking it all back. And I' m starting with his ultimate retreat.”