Novel & Cerita Breaking Free By Rachel Jeffs

After kicking my suitcase aside, he grabbed my shoulders and forced me to turn around. Then, he kissed me violently on the lips. The strong taste of smoke and alcohol flooded my mouth. I struggled desperately, but it was useless. Tears welled up in my eyes. When I finally managed to break free, I slapped him hard across the face. "Gabriel Johnson! Get away from me!" Gabriel slowly turned to look at me. His eyes were filled with deadly rage. The next moment, he threw me over his shoulder. Ignoring my attempts to push him away, he walked with long strides toward the bedroom.

“Take your time and savor this break away from reality. You deserve it, both of you.” As they made arrangements to travel the next day, Rachel decided to make some phone calls starting with her aunt, Reese. She’d become a mini-celebrity since that stunt she and her son pulled on the morning of Rachel’s daring escape from Atlanta with Derek and Zoe. Her aunt had gotten a kick out of seeing her photos on social media blogs and gossip magazines that spent days speculating about her identity and how the reclusive billionaire who had been spotted with a child the day before had managed to vanish into thin air once again.

Damn, she's really losing it Cross should get a restraining order This is what happens when girls get obsessed I close the app before I can read more. But the damage is done. Now everyone knows Jules waited for me, confronted me, screamed at me in public. Now everyone knows she's broken. And I'm the one who broke her. My wrapped hand throbs. I unwrap it carefully, examining the cuts in the dim light from my phone. They're not deep, just painful. Nothing compared to what I did to her. The thought keeps circling. No matter how I try to justify my choices—protecting my scholarship, maintaining team unity, giving her a chance to move on—it always comes back to the same truth.

I had never seen Chandler so broken before. But strangely, I didn't feel sorry for him. If anything, I found it amusing. "Leave me alone," I said. Chandler's face went pale in an instant. He pressed his hand to his chest. "It hurts…" I looked down and saw that he was wearing his wedding ring again. But it was too late. I stepped around him and walked away without a second thought. - On the trending topics, headlines about Chandler's divorce and Karen becoming the legitimate girlfriend started to appear.

She shook her head to stop the drowsiness. “Go? I'm free to go?” She asked in return. The man nodded his head and was about to say something when she stood up hastily and actually ran her way out like she was being chased. “Strange woman,” he muttered. Rachael rushed outside and took a moment to breathe. She placed her hands on her knees as she took in deep breaths. After she was calm, she took the time to wonder what just happened and why she was suddenly let out of that hellhole. Yes, that was how the empty room felt like.

********* Emma's Pov I opened my eyes slowly to a bad throbbing headache, stinging pains from my hands and shoulder area. I tried to move and realized I was tied to the chair I was sitted on. "Zach" I called as soon I remembered what happened before I drifted to sleep, he couldn't have kidnapped me, did he? I questioned within me, Jack might be anything but not a psycho. Or maybe I was wrong about him. A huge figure strode in and due to my headache and blurring vision it took me time to finally realize it was Zach "finally Princess, you're awake" with the way his voice sounded I could tell he was smiling.

Letting out an angry growl, Sam plugged in her headphones, turned on some music as loud as she could, and decided to burn off some of her anger by cleaning the house. That afternoon, as Sam cooked some spaghetti for lunch she tried to figure how she could get back to normal. While breaking her routine in New York was fun, she never planned on smashing it to pieces back here in Green River. Sam desperately wanted to get back to the girl she was before New York.

Crashing into the center of the show where a stunned Dana, Jacob, and the two other guests looked up from their conversation of lies. “How dare you?!” Rachel yelled. She swayed on her feet, a testament to the many glasses of wine she had drunk the previous day. Throwing herself on Jacob, she latched her fingers into the collar of his shirt and ripped it. Upstairs in the gallery, an order was given for all the cameras to be focused on her. The jumbotron outside and televisions in many homes displayed the raving madness of a desperate woman seeking to regain control of her life. She yelled nonsense at Jacob. Jacob attempted the save face by pretending to calm her down as if she was a deranged

Denzel began, and I quickly interjected. "That was two and a half years ago. It was all over the news," I added, and Denzel fell silent once more. I glanced at him, urging him to continue. "While we were busting our asses to get her back, Rachel couldn't take her eyes off the impressive package between Jared's legs. Next thing we know, they were getting hot and heavy in some damn room. And even after Rachel was freed, she refused to go back home. She was so obsessed with Jared's cóck so we figured we could use that to our advantage for the organization."

Chloe called, her voice sharp and loud. She didn't get a response. But on getting close to her room, Chloe found its door slightly open. “Must run in the family,” she whispered and pushed it open. Rachel stood at the edge of the bed. She was alive, but shaken. A guy stood in front of her; it was her boyfriend. But something about how close he was standing to her felt different. His hand was on her wrist, his grip visibly tightening as Rachel tried to wriggle herself free. “Let go of me,” Rachel snapped again.