Freedom Broken Chains Novels & Stories

He wanted one last meeting, but I refused without hesitation. Some people were meant to be strangers. There was no reason to look back. I made a little detour that day. I stood outside the detention center just for a moment. Jay was being escorted into a police van. The man who once thought he owned the world looked small and scared. I thought I would feel joy and satisfaction, but I did not. All I felt was pity. I turned and walked away in silence. That chapter was finally over. With Jay out of the picture, my life took off.

It was followed by another tear until I couldn't stop anymore and my sobs filled the whole room. I felt my knees weakened and when I could no longer support my weight I ended up falling on the floor. I hugged the painting tightly as if I were hugging them. I felt my chest tighten and I was having a hard time to breath. I can no longer breathe properly because of too much crying. I felt I was back again to the first day I spent prison mourning for the child that I lost and for the betrayal and pain that Lillian had caused me. She knows how to break me into pieces.

But now… that dream seemed like a distant memory, slipping further away with each passing moment. Tears streamed down my face as I tugged and pulled at the cold chain that now bound me, but it was useless. The metal didn’t give, and with every desperate attempt to free myself, my hands only grew more bruised. My chest tightened with the suffocating weight of it all, the overwhelming sense of powerlessness threatening to drown me. The sobs came in ragged gasps, my body shaking violently as the tears blurred my vision. This was too much—too far. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t chain me up like I was some animal.

The cold vanished, replaced by burning heat spreading through my limbs. “What the…!” Dominus choked on the words, stunned. Our eyes locked. Shock was written all over his face… disbelief, confusion, even a hint of fear. The chains shattered. One by one, they broke like dry twigs under a boot. The cuffs snapped open and clattered to the ground. I was free. Then it began. My bones cracked. My spine arched. Pain and power collided inside me. Dominus faded into a blur as my eyes turned skyward, drawn to the full moon.

"Don't think you can escape me. I told you, I have a system. You'll never get away." The officers later informed me that she would be held for 15 days. Yet, I thought that was nowhere near enough. After all, my entire life and work were rooted here. I was not about to abandon everything just because of some so-called system.

I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew. Leaving wasn't an escape—it was the beginning of my freedom.

I was furious but stuck in a silent torment. I watched them act all lovey-dovey until I was given a second life. And this time, I finally understood—there was nothing more important than becoming the best version of myself and repaying the country.

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."

“She just wanted you distracted.” I laughed “Distracted? Oh, that’s adorable.” Aretha leans forward in her chair. “So you kidnapped us… for distraction?” The man nods nervously I click my tongue. “Boys, boys. If you’re going to commit a crime, at least make it meaningful.” The second man snaps “Stop acting like you’re not tied up!” I look down at the chains. “Oh. These?” I broke them. The metal snapped like brittle twigs. The sound echoed through the warehouse and both men freeze.

--- Both sides were no longer controlled by patterns alone. --- And as the invisible chains that once dictated every move began to shatter— One final truth emerged: --- Freedom was not safety. --- It was risk. --- Because once the chain was broken— --- There was nothing left to guide you. --- Only your choices. --- And in a war like this— --- One wrong choice— --- Could change everything.