Breaking Free By Rachel Jeffs Novels & Stories

Before Leon could react…Whoosh. The blanket came off him. Leon froze.

Tomorrow, justice is served. Tomorrow, she's free. Just one more night. One more performance. One more lie. Then Rachel Hart can finally rest. And Elara can finally live.

Grace hit me again and again all over my my body until she was panting with exertion and I was a mass of aches and pains, lying on the floor, groaning in pain. "That will teach you," she said. "Don't ever try to negotiate. I hold all the cards here. You have no bargaining power. Don't ever harbor hopes that you are getting out of here. In fact-" I stirred weakly when out of my swelling eye I saw her advance again. "I think I have made you too comfortable. Maybe you some part of you even thinks that you are on some kind of vacation. I'll show you how it feels to go through life without those who are supposed to be your warmth." She grabbed a corner or my blouse and pulled, ripping the materia

KARA'S POV I'd been watching them struggle for what felt like hours. Time moved differently in the Memory Thief's Garden—sometimes faster, sometimes slower, always wrong. But I'd seen enough deadies trapped in this place to know when someone was about to break. And they were all breaking. Bree had been the first to free herself. Impressive, considering she'd been reliving killing one of her own teammates. Most deadies never recovered from memories like that. But she'd faced it. Accepted it. And that acceptance had broken the garden's hold on her.

Sarah didn't lack in any of these aspects. That afternoon, as she emerged from the security center, she saw someone playing the harmonica at a corner of the street while several kids and pups danced along merrily to the tune. The wind was warm, and the sunlight was welcoming on her skin—even more than how it used to be when she was still in Snowlight Pack. Sarah continued watching for a while and suddenly felt her chest ease up. Her feelings had been suppressed for so long. Just then, a black SUV silently pulled up across the street. The door opened, and Larry got out of the car.

Vanessa was taken aback at first, but like a drowning man clutching at straws, she roared at the two women. “Hey! What are you two doing here? Aren’t you the ones I hired back then to teach that bitch Eva a lesson? Who are you to treat me like this! Let go of me right now! Believe me when I say I’ll have my husband, Ethan Miller, skin you alive! And why the hell am I even in this awful place? Speak up! Is this your doing?” She cursed loudly, kicking and struggling with all her might, trying desperately to break free from their grip. However, the two women ignored her furious rants and accusations. Their dull eyes showed nothing but impatience.

As I began gathering evidence, a sharp pain shot through my hand. I'd clenched my fist so tightly that my nails had broken the skin, and the sweat made the wounds sting. The pain was excruciating. But it steadied me. I collected every piece of evidence and arranged it into a chronological slide deck showing everything Chloe had done since graduation. Then I opened an account called "The Mother Accused of Abandonment." I uploaded the presentation, placing several especially important documents at the end and in the comments. Then I paid for the platform's highest level of promotion.

Sheryl’s POV My heart was racing in my chest because of the amount of adrenaline rushing through my veins. I had never done anything like this before but here I was, breaking somebody out of the hospital. “I can’t leave without knowing if Ryan is going to make it or not,” Rachel said, sliding out of bed. I could hear the hurt in her voice, and it made me feel sad for her. “I’ll keep you updated,” I promised her. “But for right now, I need to get you out of here. I’m going to

“I won’t be your pawn any longer.” Jeffrey’s face hardened, his jaw clenching. “You will,” he said, his voice cold as ice. “I’ll make sure of it. You’ve already chosen. Now, you will finish what you started.” Rachel could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The truth hit her like a tidal wave,she was caught in a trap, and Jeffrey was the one pulling the strings. But she couldn’t let him win. She wouldn’t. “I’m not doing it, and that's final. You. Can. Not. Force. Me.” she said firmly, her eyes meeting his in a final challenge.

"I couldn't have done it without you there." The sound of heels clicking frantically against stone made us both turn. Rachel was stumbling across the terrace, her perfect hair disheveled, her makeup smeared. She'd clearly been crying. "This isn't over," she hissed when she spotted me. Her voice was raw, desperate. "You think you've won, but this isn't over. Not by a long shot." I looked at her, this woman who had once seemed so threatening, so powerful. Now she just looked pathetic. Broken. Small.