The Unborn’s Apocalyptic Warning Chapter 01
I was in the VIP room picking out a Hermès Kelly bag when I heard my unborn son screaming inside my belly.
Mom! Stop buying this garbage! Zombies are coming in a month! You can’t eat luxury goods, and you can’t use them as weapons—they’re nothing but a waste of money!
Go buy food! Buy supplies! Sell those sports cars and get a bulletproof armored vehicle!
My hand trembled, and the custom order forms—worth millions—scattered across the floor.
The sales associate rushed to pick them up. “Mrs. Reyes, are you feeling unwell? We’d be happy to bring the selection to your estate at your convenience.”
I waved her off, turned on my heel, and walked straight out of the VIP room. The moment I was in the car, I dialed the butler.
“Send someone to buy twenty thousand pounds of flour and ten thousand pounds of pork—the fatty kind, skin on! Right now!”
From this moment on, the woman who only knew how to buy clothes and jewelry—the lady of the Genovese family—was dead.
Standing here now was the godmother of doomsday survival: Catalina Reyes.
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The car hadn’t gotten very far when the baby started screaming again.
“Mom, food alone isn’t gonna cut it! We need generators! Anti-inflammatory meds! Weapons!”
A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. The one thing our family was never short on was weapons. We controlled nearly seventy percent of the arms trade supply chain.
If the apocalypse was really coming, food, energy, and medicine were actually what we should be stockpiling first.
I sat back in the car, took a deep breath, and patted my belly. “Sweetheart, relax. Weapons are the one thing we have the most of. Mommy’s got this.”
“I can’t relax! Last life, you, me, and Dad all ended up as an all-you-can-eat buffet for those disgusting zombies. Those teeth—just thinking about it makes my skull ache!”
The imagery was a little too vivid. I couldn’t help but shudder.
To verify that this wasn’t just a psychotic break, I tested him. “So what’s your father’s safe combination?”
That would be my husband—Salvatore, the godfather of the Genovese family. Whatever was in that safe was supposedly his deepest secret. No one knew the code but him.
“That’s easy! 0925 plus your birthday. Inside is a love diary Dad wrote for you. He didn’t show it to anyone until right before we died in the last life.”
I immediately called Salvatore’s assistant, pretending I needed to retrieve some documents, and tried the combination.
The safe opened.
A chill plunged through my body like I’d been dropped into an ice bath.
It was real. It was actually real.
In just over a month, the apocalypse was coming.
I made my decision on the spot and pulled up my phone contacts.
One of the family’s subsidiaries was a logistics company. I called the warehouse manager directly.
“That five-thousand-square-foot cold storage unit—the family’s taking it back. Don’t ask questions that aren’t yours to ask. Just do your job.”
After hanging up, I told the driver to head straight for the nearest wholesale market.
“Ma’am, it’s quite chaotic there. Not exactly suitable for someone like you. If you need anything, I can have the butler arrange—”
Now that the apocalypse had been confirmed, my nerves were on fire. I couldn’t calm down unless I did something with my own hands. Without another word, I had him drive.
The place looked better than I’d imagined, but it was still crowded and cluttered.
I stood in front of the meat stall in my custom-designed outfit and three-inch red-soled heels, looking spectacularly out of place.
The vendors stared at me like I was an alien.
“Hi. I’ll take this whole pig.”
“And that whole cow over there—wrap it all up.”
The butcher froze, cleaver mid-air. “Are you running a restaurant? A supermarket?”
“You could say we’re opening a supermarket.”
I didn’t have time for small talk. I turned to my bodyguard. “Pay the deposit. Every pig and cow slaughtered fresh in this market—I want all of it. Have it delivered to the cold storage. If even a single piece goes missing, I’ll have it all dumped in the ocean.”
Just as I was directing the workers loading pork, a camera flash went off nearby.
I frowned and looked over—just in time to see Fiona holding up her phone, her face full of scheming delight.
She was my sister. She’d always believed she was the one who should have married into the Genovese family, that I was nothing but a useless socialite who only knew how to eat, drink, and indulge.
“Oh, sis—what’s going on here? Don’t tell me the family’s hit hard times? Is that why you’re slumming it at a place like this, buying unsanitary meat?”
She pinched her nose, face twisted in exaggerated disgust.
I ignored her and directed a bodyguard to hoist a bag of pork belly that no one had grabbed yet into the Porsche’s trunk.
“Get lost unless you want to die. Or would you rather go for a swim in the crocodile pit?”
Fiona flinched at my intensity but forced herself to look composed. “You think Salvatore actually likes you? I’m sending these photos to every single person in the Genovese family right now. They’ll all see what a lunatic you are!”
My son scoffed from inside my belly.
“Mom, don’t bother arguing with someone like her. Once the zombies show up, all that meat on her bones will be their absolute favorite. Bet she’s real bouncy. I just wonder if a zombie eats her brain, will it get dumber too.”
I nearly burst out laughing.
My phone buzzed. I pulled it out—a message from Salvatore.
A bank deduction alert. Several million.
His call came through immediately after.
“Catalina, did you just buy an entire cold storage unit’s worth of pork and beef?”
He didn’t sound angry. Just confused.
“Yes. I had a craving. I want pork and beef. Is that a problem?” I wasn’t worried he’d be furious—after all, I’d seen that diary.
Three seconds of silence on the other end.
“Okay. Whatever makes you happy. If you need more money, I’ll transfer some. Just tell the butler what you need. You’re pregnant—take care of yourself.”
After hanging up, warmth bloomed in my chest.
Apocalypse or not, marrying this man was the best decision I ever made.