Romans & histoires Im Finally Free

"Together. We—we all get extracted. We all become free. We all—all stop being cage and start being family. Real family. Without—without burden." "Together," they agreed. And one by one, Sarah freed us. One by one, we stopped being prison. One by one, we became just—just ourselves again. Free. Finally, impossibly, completely free.

Over the past three years, he had spent many nights like this, staring at the screen, waiting for a response and waiting for her to come home. Every time the screen lit up, he felt a reflexive surge of hope. Every time it wasn't her, he would silently swallow the disappointment. But now, looking at the unchanging chat window, he felt an unprecedented sense of ease. He felt like an addict who'd survived the painful withdrawal pangs and was finally free from the clutches of his addiction, able to see and think clearly now. He pressed down on the screen, and a menu popped up. Without any hesitation, he unpinned the chat.

I had anticipated this moment, imagined it numerous times and now it's finally happening. “Do you understand?” Freki's voice roared across the room and people chorused. “Yes, alpha” He turned back to me, his gaze getting fixed on me for a moment. I refused to breathe while he stared. He blinked and turned away from me, making me gasp. “This assembly is over” Tyler added while Freki walked towards the mansion. The crowd dispersed, murmuring as they left. Tears clouded my eyes as the realization finally hit me. I was free. Free from the humiliation and accusations.

The legal nightmare that threatened to ruin my entire life has completely vanished in the span of ten minutes. I am free. Why am I not happy?

While I waited to board the plane at the airport, Jay called. I declined the call immediately, removed the SIM card from my phone and threw it away. From now on, I would live my own life. The plane landed in the icy winds of Usmana. I wrapped my coat tighter and looked toward the arrivals area where Leeya stood waving. "You're finally here!" she exclaimed. She ran over and gave me a big hug, nearly squeezing the breath out of me. "Congratulations on finally being free!"

I had lost everything, and I couldn't stand putting up with him anymore, so I agreed to the divorce. Our emotions were still riding high as we finalized our split. It didn't help that Yasmin kept taunting me. In the heat of our argument, none of us noticed the sports car speeding around the corner. I heard only a loud explosion before my world went black. When I opened my eyes, I found myself transported back to the day Simon and I had gotten our marriage license. We were slated to announce our marriage to our families and friends. To avoid history repeating itself, I gave him and Yasmin my blessing.

"Trinkets. You say! Don't be quick to forget that I paid off all your debts." "And you made sure I paid back every red cent in kind. I've been like your sex slave for three whole years, Dimitri. I consider my debt to you paid in full. Now, I want to be free, free to get married, and maybe have kids. Since you can't give me those things, there are lots of men out there who will." "You think so?" I said with a sneer. "I know so," she said with confidence that had me staring at her.

BRUCE. "Freedom!!” I grinned at my reflection from the tinted window of my car. The papers, everything was cleared, just like she promised and now I was a free man. I stepped out of confinement not as a broken man, nor as some hollow echo of the person they thought they could break. No one breaks Bruce — no one. And now? I was sharper, my edges honed by silence, by boredom, by rage that had nothing to do with mercy.

“Oh. Yeah. Of course I remember you.” “Does that mean I win?” “Win what?” “You said if one of your top spenders ever found you in person, they’d get a free fucking session.” Emily’s shoulders dropped. She had written that. “Oh. Right. Yeah, I said that.” “So I won?” “Of course. Congratulations. You win a free fucking session.” Her smile looked strained. Stephen leaned closer to the phone. “A free fucking session? She’s bolder than I thought.” Jacob’s voice rose. “So when can we start?”

Let us make it right. I smiled, waving at them. "No need. I'm going home for cake now. Goodbye." I stepped off the cliff. Behind me, their screams shattered the air, my name torn from their throats over and over as I fell. The System's voice rang bright and clear in my head. "Congratulations. Mission complete. Your terminal illness in the real world has been cured. A $1 billion lottery prize has been deposited into your family's bank account." I asked if I could trade every last cent to erase every memory of this world.