Before the End, I Sold My $3.8 Billion Stake to My Enemy
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On day forty-three of the end of the world, my fiancée, Selena Reed, injected me with poison herself and left me outside the shelter.
She was wearing my hazmat suit, curled against Damian Hale, the man I had trusted like a brother. Damian took my storeroom keys and smiled down at me.
"You had everything handed to you from the day you were born. Too bad you were never any good at reading people."
Fallout rained down. Mutant beasts closed in through the black rain. I watched helplessly as they shut the iron door and survived on the supplies I had gathered.
