Im Finally Free Novels & Stories

And I step out into it. I have nothing. No umbrella. No job. Very little money. All I have is my bag and phone. The water soaks my blouse in seconds. It runs down my face, washing away the makeup, the tears, the last three years of filth. I lift my face to the sky and close my eyes. I am cold. I am broke. I am alone. But for the first time in my life... I am finally free.

I stare at the last payment. He really did it. Scar really paid it all. Every dime of my student loans, wiped out in one massive deposit. I'm free. Holy shit, I'm free. I burst out in tears. I sob, right there in the bar, unable to help myself. People are staring, but fuck, I'm free, I don't have to keep taking shitty jobs to make ends meet, I don't have to live in awful apartments because I can't afford better. I'm free to be my own person, to do whatever I want.

Final Line For the first time— I wasn’t fighting to stay ahead. I wasn’t chasing the past. I wasn’t reacting to what was coming. A breath. Steady. I was finally— Free of it.

She bid goodbye at me and mom before leaving. My baby… No, my babies... They need me now. I fought... I tried... And finally, I slowly opened my eyes. "Azaia" I said in the softest whisper. "Oh, my God!" I heard my mom's voice shouted in shock. Mom and I stared at each other as our tears ran down through our faces. I am now here Azaia. I already freed you in your miserable past and now it's time to make you my present and also my future.

Even if I gotta scrub piss-stained toilets or walk rich bitches’ dogs in pouring rain… I don’t give a fuck. Whatever it takes. Revenge ain’t some cute little word no more. It’s my whole damn religion now. My thoughts snapped like a rubber band when the door finally banged open. Officer Damian stepped in—uniform pressed sharp, but those eyes still soft, same kindness he always had for me. “Emily Jayden,” he said, voice steady and warm like always. “You’re free to go.” I looked up slowly, breath stuck in my throat. “Finally,” I whispered. That word tasted like straight freedom on my dry tongue.

The company had given me one week to settle everything. Fortunately, although the apartment was old, it was in a highly sought-after school district and sold quickly. After seeing the extra zeros in my bank balance, I boarded an early flight to Harbor City. Two months passed in the blink of an eye. I'd never felt so free. My body was tired, but my heart felt full. Once the first phase of work was finished, I planned to spend a week at the beach. But before I even reached the airport, my boss forwarded me a video.

I even picked up skills I never bothered with at home, like cooking and giving massages, for him. I ignored my teachers' and parents' stern warnings, and even my best friend's frustration at my stubbornness. None of them mattered. All I cared about was staying by Derrick's side. I shook my head, pushing those memories away, and smiled at Crystal. "I called you here today because I need your help to draft a divorce agreement." Shocked by my words, Crystal immediately pulled me into her car. I listened as she rambled on, saying she would help me fight for more rights and free myself from that jerk as soon as possible. For the first time, I felt a sense of relief. Even the hurt of being abandon

"So after you use my hard-earned savings to buy things for someone else, I'm not even allowed to be annoyed?" Knowing he was in the wrong, he still muttered stubbornly, "You're so unreasonable." I could not be bothered to argue further and slammed the door shut. Over the next few days, I sold off some worthless possessions—mementos from my previous life that once held meaning. Now they seemed like nothing but cheap junk. I packed them all up and sold them to a scrap dealer for a pittance. That afternoon, while continuing to pack, Sebastian appeared before me holding some money.

" His explanation eased my mind. While waiting, I updated my social media, letting my friends know I was back in the country. Soon, my phone was buzzing with notifications. Everyone was shocked, asking when I came back. [This afternoon.] I replied to each one, and my close friends congratulated me, asking how long I planned to stay. I answered, [I'm not leaving. Grandma passed away, and I don't need to stay abroad anymore. I've decided to settle back here.] For a moment, the feed went silent. Then, a private message popped up. [You're back?] I checked the name—it was from someone I didn't know well.

In fact, it felt more like a freebie that came with purchasing the necklace. I threw the ring into the trash, just like how I threw my years of love and sincerity for Archer away. "I don't owe you anything anymore, Archer."