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REALITY OR NIGHTMARE
Isabella's POV
Gasp! I suddenly woke up, gasping for air, startled by a recurring nightmare. It's been three months since I was reincarnatedāor, let's just say, brought back to life. A crazy-ass time where humans and animals turned into monsters, and natural disasters weren't just calamitous; they were divine judgments. It was terrifying how people could transform into demons themselves. The earth felt like a living hell, drowning in chaos. All of the seven deadly sins were on full displayāpride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, gluttony, and slothāwhich had been normal in our fucked-up daily lives even before the apocalypse.
Today is March 16th, and it's been three months since I turned 23. Today's the day my family finally severed all ties with me. They gave me $500 million, two estates, one car, and 8% shares in my father's company. My father is a massive player in the food industryāowns dozens of restaurants, resorts, bars, and hotels across the globe. But after my mom died and he remarried, he started hating me even more than when my mother was alive. He just kept neglecting me and my mother. Turns out, I wasn't even his biological kidāmy mom was already pregnant when they got married. Crazy, right?
"Isabella Fox! What the hell are you still lying in bed for? Get up! The lawyer's here to cut you off!" My step-sister, Angelica Fox, 14 years old, banged loudly on my door and shouted.
"Angelica, shut the hell up!" I muttered under my breath.
"Angelica, stop! This dirtbag will be gone today, so let's just leave her alone to cry and be ugly, as usual," smirked my stepbrother Marcus Fox, 24, the smug asshole of the family, retorting with a sneer.
"As if I was born within some stupid marriage," I mumbled, standing up. I took my timeālong shower, dressed up, packed my bagsāand then carried everything downstairs, glaring at the fucked-up family sitting in the living room.
"Where's the damn paper? Let me read it, and I'll sign it right now," I snapped, grabbing the document without even greeting anyone.
"Isabella, is this how you treat your parents?" my stepmother, Camilla Fox, said with her fake, wronged expression.
"Just sit and sign. No need to read the damn papersāthe lawyer has already settled everything," my father, Raymund Fox, said sternly, eyeing me like I was a complete idiot.
"Mr. Fox, I won't sign this shit. It'll only cause me trouble down the line," I shot back. "Fine. From now on, I won't bother you or your disgusting family. I'll also get my sisters' custody."
"Take the twins. I don't give a damn. Those little brats your mother gave birth to are just useless shit anyway," my father said dismissively, signaling the maids to come get my sisters.
"Older sister!" my twin sisters, nine years old, cried out as they ran into my arms.
"Hi, my babies," I said, hugging them tightly then started reading the papers and signed them when I saw everything is written accordingly.
"Alright, since everything's signed, I'm outta here. I still have work," Mr. Fox said as he stood up, adjusted his coat, grabbed his briefcase, and stormed out.
"I'm leaving too. My job here's done," the lawyer said, heading out swiftly.
Finally, I thought to myself, the damn fox crap is gone. Thank God.
"Exactly," Angelica said smugly.
"Hahaha, yeah. These disgusting, fucked-up beingsāyour father's ex-wife's childrenāare just ugly and annoying as hell. Bet your B!tch of a mother didn't see this coming," Camilla sneered, tilting her head and pointing at me.
"Don't you dare call my mom a B!tch. We both know who used to work in the strip club," I retorted, walking away as the twins had already been taken by the nanny to my car.
"Y-You f*ing Bch!" she screeched, rushing toward me, trying to grab my hair, but I dodged her like a pro. I grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
"Aaagh!" she screamed and groaned as I threw her over my shoulder, causing her to land with a loud thud on the ground.
"Have fun in the hospital, you psycho bitch," I sneered, walking away as her kids cursed me from behind while helping their witch of a mother.
After that, I got into my car with the twins in the back seat. As I drove away, I realized I'd already been kicked outāso now I had to start planning my escape and survival for me and the girls in this hellish world. I had to take them with me, or Camilla would sell them off for food once the apocalypse really started. That bitch was ruthless.
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Third Person POV
It had been two days since Isabella had begun her busy routine of caring for the twins while also managing the sale of her shares and properties, which had netted her approximately $3.2 billion in total. Fortunately, just a week after her reincarnation, she discovered that her spacial space had returned with her. Although the area was smaller than before, it still contained her cabin, a 20-square-meter plot of fertile black soil for planting, a pool of spiritual water, and the system that had supported her in her past life.
"I should get started with buying food. In the apocalypse, food is just as important as shelter," Isabella remarked as she settled the twins comfortably behind her, ensuring they were entertained.
"Bell, where are we going?" Ingrid inquired, shaking her beloved doll.
"We're going shopping, and we're going to ride in a big truck," Isabella replied with a smile as she set off toward the truck rental company to secure a small truck to use while she shopped at various stores.
She also rented a warehouse for the bulk food and clothing items she planned to purchase in the future. After finalizing the rentals for the truck and warehouse, she realized it was already past lunchtime and decided to treat herself and the twins at a fancy restaurant.
"Wow, it's so huge and pretty in here, sis!" Irene exclaimed excitedly as they walked inside.
"Yes, it is! Sissy is rich and beautiful, so we should enjoy it," Isabella said, holding Ingrid in one hand and Irene in the other as she approached the receptionist. "Hi, we'll need a table for three, please."
"Good afternoon, ma'am. Please, follow me this way," the hostess welcomed them, guiding them to their table.
"Good afternoon, ma'am and young ladies. What would you like to order?" a kind and handsome waiter asked, assisting Isabella with the twins.
"Thank you, handsome brother," the twins chimed in unison, their eyes glued to the menu filled with pictures of food.
"Sissy, I want the Spaghetti and Watermelon Juice," Ingrid said, pointing excitedly at the picture.
"Sissy, I want Seafood Carbonara and a mixed berries smoothie," Irene added while flipping through the dessert section of the menu.
"Alright, let's see... That will be one Seafood Carbonara, one Spaghetti, Lamb chops with mashed potatoes and asparagus, two mixed berries smoothies, one fresh watermelon juice, and we'll have an appetizer of deviled eggs. We'll decide on dessert later," Isabella said, helping the kids with their table napkins.
"Sissy, I want the Chocolate Lava Cake," Irene declared, her finger resting on the enticing dessert picture.
"Sissy, I want cheesecake," Ingrid chimed in excitedly.
"Okay, let's tell the waiter after we eat," Isabella replied as their meals began to arrive one by one.
After their delightful lunch, Isabella resumed shopping with the twins, picking out clothes, shoes, and bags, as well as camping gear suitable for various climates, packing everything into the truck and storing some items in her spacial space. By the time they finished shopping, it was late, and the twins had fallen asleep beside her.
*The Next Day*
Isabella woke up early, calling someone to babysit the twins while ensuring they had food and money at home before leaving their rented apartment. After enjoying a light breakfast of bread and coffee, she walked out, got into her truck, and drove to the nearest wholesale market.
"Good morning, miss! Do you need assistance?" a market worker asked, smiling as he greeted her happily.
"Ah! Yes, I do need a bit of assistance. Do you sell rice, grains, or any type of flour?" Isabella inquired, looking around the expansive store.
"Of course, miss! We have different kinds of grains; in fact, we have almost everything sold here," he replied, guiding her through the aisles.
"How much can you sell at a time?" she asked, taking notes on what she wanted to buy.
"We can sell you about 5 tons maximum for rice and grains, 2 tons for flour, a ton for oils, and 500 kilograms for spices," he explained. Saying that is the available amount in their store.
"Alright, that sounds good. I need 4 tons of all types of grains, 2 tons of each type of flour, a ton of all types of oil, and 500 kilograms of all available spices. Oh, and do you sell salt and sugar too?" she asked as she assessed the quality of the grains.
"Yes, miss, but with such a large order, may I check with my boss?" he asked, taking out his phone and walking a bit away to make the call.
"Sure, go ahead; I'll just walk around and check the store," she said, continuing to take notes on the available goods.
Thirty minutes later, the store assistant returned, smiling and nodding. He helped her finalize her order, and she added a few more items, including canned goods, frozen foods, and other cooking essentials and condiments. Isabella used the excuse of sourcing ingredients for a company program and feeding initiatives, which the shop assistant believed. Even if he didn't, she didn't care.
After providing the warehouse's address and ensuring everything was settled, she made a down payment of about $1,500,000. She then jumped from one store to another, continuing her shopping spree. By the end of the day, Isabella had accumulated 30 tons of different types of grains, 15 tons of various oils, 20 tons of different flours, 18 tons of salt and sugar, 10 tons of spices, and a million boxes of assorted canned and frozen products.
The next few days followed the same routine of buying and collecting items. Isabella even decided to purchase racks to organize the products appropriately. The warehouse was a great help to her; not only was it an excellent cover, but it was also spacious enough to not raise suspicion about how much stuff she had delivered all the time. Located by the forest, it was a huge warehouse, with the nearest form of civilization being 30 kilometers away.
"Irene, Ingrid, wake up! We need to go to a different state, remember?" Isabella called out, rousing the twins from sleep as they groaned in protest.
"But I'm still sleepy, Sissy! Can I have five more minutes?" Irene replied, pulling the blanket over her head.
"Come on, babies! Didn't you say you would be good and follow your Sissy? Get up and take a shower. The sooner we get ready, the faster we can leave this state," Isabella urged. As the twins groggily moved toward the bathroom, she prepared their clothes and breakfast sandwiches that she had ordered from a restaurant, storing them in her bag.
*Forty minutes later*
"Come on, get in the car," Isabella called out while loading their luggage into the trunk.
"Coming, Sissy!" Ingrid shouted as she and Irene ran toward the car.
Isabella started the engine and drove toward the airport. "From here on, we shall never see the Fox family again," she thought, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. In her past life, her biggest mistake had been trusting her father, believing he would take care of his own biological daughters. She was horrified to discover that he had sold the twins for a measly amount of food to an abusive old man. While she had managed to kill that man, the pain of betrayal still pulsed deep in her gut.
She had promised herself that if she were given a chance to be reincarnated, she would take care of the twins. After thirty-five minutes of driving, they arrived at the airport, and Isabella called the rental company.
*Fifteen minutes later*
"Hi, miss, are you Isabella Maurice?" the man asked while Isabella and her sisters waited on a bench in the airport parking lot.
"Yes, that's me," Isabella replied with a smile, shaking hands with the man.
"I'm here to take the keys and inspect the car," he said as he began checking the vehicle for scratches and dirt.
"Is it done?" Isabella asked, standing outside and watching him closely.
"It's done, miss. No scratches, and it's clean. Thank you for trusting our rental company. If you ever need to rent again, just give us a call," he said with a smile before driving the car out of the parking lot.
"Come on, let's head inside; it's cold out here," Isabella called to the twins as they made their way into the airport.
They checked in their luggage and then settled in the lounge, eagerly waiting for their gate number to be announced.
"Sissy, why are we leaving?" Ingrid asked, focused on her coloring book.
"Well, we need to start fresh in another state and go on vacation," Isabella replied, tying Irene's hair into twin braids.
"But we can't go back! I don't like it in the house. They always get mad at us when we haven't done anything to make them angry," Irene said weakly, hugging Isabella's waist.
"It's okay. From now on, it's just the three of us. You won't be Irene Fox anymore; you'll be Fiona Maurice. Ingrid will be Dahlia Maurice-I've already changed your names, just as Mom wanted them to be. I'll be Eunice Maurice. No more Isabella, Irene, and Ingrid; they are all in the past," she said, smiling and hugging her sisters tightly.
"Yes! I like Fiona better. It sounds like I'm a princess!" Fiona exclaimed.
"Like from Shrek!" Dahlia chimed in, laughing.
"No, it's not!" Fiona pouted.
"Yes, it is! Fiona is Shrek's wife, the one who turned into an ogre after she kissed Shrek!" Dahlia explained smugly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Is that true, Sissy?" Fiona looked at Isabella with big, teary doe eyes.
"Well, yes, as Dahlia said, but she found her happily ever after," Isabella replied, gently patting Fiona's head.
"But she's an ugly ogre!" Dahlia teased.
"At least she's happily married with kids, and her husband cares for and loves her," Fiona retorted, stomping her foot in defiance, her smugness returning.
"yeah but they are all ugly family" Dahlia teased some more as she poked Fiona's cheeks.
"Alright, stop it! Our plane is here. Come on, get up!" Eunice announced, rising from her seat.