Breaking Free By Rachel Jeffs Novels & Stories

"Oh my god, a gun! Damn it, I won't do this again. Please don't kill me!" A look of disgust was on Laura's face as she watched Rachel Grayson scream out like a little girl. She nodded to Leroy. "I think she understands. Let her go." For a brief moment, she caught him fixated on her, considering whether to really let her go or not. How could he think like that? Maybe he was thinking about keeping her, kidnapping her like they did to him. Justin advanced forward with the key in his hand, and let her lose. When she saw she was finally free, Rachel ran out for her dear life.

I was finally free. END

Either way, she made you suffer, and the agency we were signed under saw nothing wrong with her methods. “She produces champions,” they had said when we complained about the food program she forced us all to blindly follow. That had led to half of us not having the energy to skate in the finals. Yes, she did indeed produce champions — she had produced me and Selin — yet both of us were ruined beyond words, and there was nothing hospitals or medication could do to fix us.

"What are you doing here?" Rachel looked at Rafael with a dramatic gaze, resting her chin in her hand. "I just broke up with my boyfriend. Needed some fresh air. And... look at this, fate! Running into you two in a place this beautiful. Maybe it's a sign I need some cheering up from someone I know well," she said while nudging Rafael's arm lightly. Aurora, sitting across from them, could only watch with a restrained smile. Her hand slowly clenched her spoon, and her eyes kept observing Rachel, who shamelessly leaned toward Rafael.

She kick him hard but he was able to evade the attacked. "Huh! Oldest trick in the book! Hah... Playing hard to get huh...!" He was breathing like an person doing a distant running and out of breathe. Rachel got herself a chance and have one hand free, she seize the opportunity and stuck her fingers in his eyes. She was able to wiggle herself free and run towards the door while Angus howl in pain covering his face Rachel thought that will be able to run away only To be imprisonment by two strong arms that met her as she opened her door to escape.

She hadn't come this far in her career to turn traitor. Right now she needed to calm the fuck down. Skilton hadn't noticed her now perforated restraints. There was time yet. Did she wait, or did she make a move? It felt as though a hundred bugs were crawling over her skin. She couldn't stay here. Not a moment more than necessary. Kelsey twisted her arms, applying pressure to the restraints. Her wrists burned and then snap. The plastic fell off one wrist. She grabbed the other cuff and yanked, breaking free.

Did Marco just tell them to strip me bare and whip me in front of all these people? This wasn't just punishment. It was a public execution of my dignity. I struggled, trying to resist, but the two bodyguards pinned my shoulders with terrifying strength. I couldn't move. Rough hands grabbed my skirt and yanked sharply. The ripping fabric sounded deafening in the silent courtyard. One piece of clothing after another was torn away. Cold air hit my bare skin, while whispers and malicious stares circled me. I bit down hard on my lip and refused to let a single tear fall.

"Maybe not. But Nathan, you owe her honesty. Even if honesty costs you everything." A detective knocked on the door. "Mr. Zhou, you're free to go. The DA declined to press charges tonight but stay available. This investigation isn't over." They released me at 2 AM. Rachel drove me home. The house was dark and empty. Emily had taken the twins somewhere else. "You should sleep." Rachel said. "Tomorrow's going to be brutal." "Rachel, why are you really helping me?" She was quiet for a moment. "Because twelve years ago, I broke you and said you weren't enough. That you were

he whispered, his movements slowing as his breath turned uneven, restraint slipping just beneath the surface. “I’m off limits,” I teased softly. “Off limits,” he repeated, quieter now, almost disbelieving. "Wait—I think, ah—ahaaa—" He was coming, I felt his pulsing inside me, and just as I expected it, he never lasted longer than I ever predicted. The desk creaked beneath us. “Damn it…” he groaned quietly, letting go of my hair, giving me a sense of relief for the first time after a while as he dropped on top of me trying to steady himself. “You feel too good."

Building a life with Evelyn that's so successful, so happy, that it makes everything he tried to do pointless. My phone buzzes with an email. From Rachel Montgomery. Subject: Follow up Mister Westwood, after reviewing your documentation and conducting additional research, I've decided not to run the story about your business practices. The evidence doesn't support the allegations. I apologize for any stress this investigation may have caused. - Rachel I smile. One threat down. Tomorrow, I will deal with the rest. But tonight, I just hold Evelyn and feel grateful that she took a chance on me.