Novel & Cerita Chained To You Free

the one standing over me replies. They made it out. They don't have them. My kids are okay. They have to be. "The alpha felt their pack link sever. Hers too. That's why we're here. Why is she in silver chains?" Theo replies, the disgust in his voice clear. For me or the idea of me chained in silver, I do not know.

He could not bear for his childhood friend to go to prison, so he set his sights on me, who was also pregnant. I heard that during the federal interrogation, Declan was full of remorse, as if he truly regretted everything. "I can swear on my life that I have absolutely no connection to foreign hostile forces. I just thought Sierra was stronger than Jane, so even if she took the blame for Jane, it wouldn't matter much, and I would definitely compensate her well after she got out of prison." His statement left even the federal agent speechless. However, after a thorough investigation, Declan indeed had no contact with foreign forces. Even so, helping Jane escape punishment was still harboring

During the helicopter ride back, I remained silent. According to the instructions in that strange text, I just had to continue living a numb, obedient existence for two more days, and then I would die. It promised to reward me with a second life, and honestly, that wasn’t that hard. I had held on for so long. Waiting two more days until my death made no difference. The moment we stepped off the helicopter, a slender figure stood in the way of the exit. The fake heiress, Vanessa York, sized me up.

Miami glowed beneath us, neon lights, glittering water, a city alive and ignorant of the fact that I was trapped above it. “Three months, that's all I want with you,” he said, his eyes locking with mine through the glass. “After that, you're free to leave. During this period, you are solely my responsibility. I will give you anything you need, power, attention, money, loyalty, name it…” he turned to me. “What do you say, Snowflake?” “How about no, thank you?” I shot back. “I don't want your money or loyalty. I just want to get off this bed and continue with my vacation.”

They were the roots of the Chain, the infrastructure that made the law enforceable, the mechanism that made escape impossible. They shattered not from force but from resonance, from the frequency of the Chain's glow matching the frequency of the roots' rigidity and canceling it out. The iron roots had never encountered a frequency they could not absorb, a force they could not withstand. They had anchored the weight of countless debts, countless obligations, countless souls who had tried to flee and found themselves dragged back by the irresistible gravity of unpaid balances.

Jason couldn't keep up appearances anymore as he shouted, "She's already dead! What else do you want?!" I took a step back and shouted, "I want her to pay the price she deserves!"

Waiting for the next take. Forever.

Then he chained her to me, the cold metal locking around both our wrists. Around us, men dragged more girls forward, chaining them together. One by one. Like cattle. By the end, twenty-five of us stood shackled, our freedom ripped from our hands. “You are no longer free,” one of Marvin’s colleagues announced coldly. “You belong to us now.” The words pressed down on me like a crushing weight. I felt lost. Trapped. Cornered from every side. But then — something tugged at the edge of my mind. A pull.

I nodded in affirmation and he motioned for me to rise. "Say this after me" "This day, I swear." The Guardian voice boomed. "This day, I swear." I intoned. "To stay together, through thick or thin." "To stay together through thick or thin." "Though fire may rage and burn, our bond will never be destroyed." "Though fire may rage and burn, our bond will never be destroyed." "If our bond be broken, let this be the end of all worlds, destruction of all that breathes. Let this bond stand the test of time!!!"

Panic flared in my chest. "Grace!" I screamed, looking around frantically as the tears ran down my cheeks. "Where are you? Please, let me go. Whatever issues you have is with Dimitri not with me. GRACE!" In the silence, I heard approaching footsteps. I focused on the door, waiting for Grace to walk through it. She didn't. An old man, a little stooped with large quantity of graying hair, walked in, carrying a tray of food. "Who are you? Where am I?" I cried. He set the tray down within the reach of my chained hands. "Please, help me! Get me out of here. Where are you going? You can't leave me here!"