The Billionaire Heiress's Final Stand

The rotors thrashed the air, a desperate sound in the collapsing city.

"Evie, damn it, wake up!" Ethan' s voice, tight with fury, cut through the fog in my head, his hands rough on my shoulders, shaking me towards the last transport helicopter.

He was urging me to wait for Krystal, his mistress, who was probably just fixing her makeup for her "survivor" selfie.

Then, a cold wave washed over me.

Not fog, but brutal clarity.

I had lived this exact moment before.

And died because of it.

In that past life, Ethan had deliberately left me behind.