Becoming Free Indeed Novels & Stories

But it wasn’t enough. “What else?” I asked. Silence. Longer this time. Then. “Free.” That word hit deeper than anything else. Because that. That was the one thing I had been fighting for. The one thing I had almost lost. The one thing I had tried to build here. My chest tightened. “Define free.” A pause. Then. “Capable of choice without forced outcome.” I exhaled slowly. “Yeah…” “That’s right.” The space pulsed. Aligned.

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts starting to disturb me again. The betrayal of my best friend. My ruthless husband. My son. And for the nth time, I'm found myself slitting my wrist again. Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hell that I'm staying? Save me please .. I'm really tired of living .. Lord .. Until when should I pay for my mistake? Lord, please let me rest. Lord, I can't handle anymore .. Please… free me from all the pain.

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Resilient. I went back to the desk and added a final paragraph to the article. Freedom is not loud. It doesn't announce itself. It doesn't always come with a moment of obvious triumph. Sometimes it is simply the ability to sit in a quiet room and recognize yourself without fear - to hear your own thoughts without another voice layered over them, telling you what they mean. I saved it and sat back.

The next day, I opened my old laptop that he had retrieved for me. It was dusty. Battery barely held a charge. But I opened a blank document and wrote one line. My name is Sarah. Then I wrote the next. And I’m still here, and I finally had some peace. Freedom isn’t a door you break down one day and never look back. It’s a thousand tiny choices. To wake up. To walk. To speak. To love. To trust again. And today, I chose all of it.

Harvey flipped the suitcase open and pulled a folder with the word YourGlobal engraved on it. "Yes of course, I'm aware of the definition of financial freedom" Though Richard made it clear that he said loud enough that he understood what financial freedom is, nevertheless Harvey went on without any break. "It's how you can do the things you really wanted to do, you can travel to where you want to, buy what you want to buy without even worrying about whether you have enough money or not. Your confused right? You see--" Harvey was not yet finished with what he was saying when Richard figured his sole intention. He stood up quickly then went out of the coffee shop without looking back despite o

Every single weekend of hers was wasted by them asking her the same question. Haven't they ever wondered or cared if I'm comfortable at my new dorm? Do they not care if I am happy or not? She thought. But one thing's for sure. She did not care at this moment. Jason's words from yesterday were still fresh in her ear. "Liberty comes from within. You need to free yourself first so others can free you. You cannot be the one obeying their bullshit, you have to speak up for yourself. And that will be the moment, they'll get discouraged to control you. They can only control you, if you let them."

For the first time in my adult life, I'm not dependent on anyone. I'm free. Financially. Legally. Emotionally. Free. "I'm free," I say aloud. "Yes, you are." "Julian lost. I won. It's over." "It's over." We sit in that truth. In the victory. In the impossible relief of it. Tomorrow I start building my life. Tonight, I celebrate surviving. And that's enough. More than enough. It's everything.

Justice was served. And Kael—Kael was giving me freedom. Real freedom. Not the controlled, conditional version. But actual choice. Maybe Sophie was right. Maybe people could change. Maybe this was real. Or maybe I was still too close to see clearly. In either case, today felt like a big change. A finish. A start. I didn't know which one. But for the first time in months, I felt like I could breathe. Breathe deeply. Without permission. Without monitoring. Without fear. And that was enough for now.

All I know is now, I just want to be free to be me! I place my hand under my chin. “But who am I now? And what do I want to be free from? Let me see how I can put it. I think I would love to be liberated from contracts that list a bunch of dos and don'ts. Oh, my goodness! Being the face of my company and a wealthy billionaire! I must live and act in a certain way. It’s a rule not to be excellent. It’s sad to say all my billionaire and wealthy friends are rude—my image. I watch what I eat, I work out incessantly, and I must keep up with the latest fashions! That's life, being wealthy and part of the entertainment world. I'm hoping this vacation for a month will give me a break from all the pr