Im Finally Free Novels & Stories

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

She smiled, "at least you can feel like a free citizen again and not have to worry about being unable to talk." "Well…" I smiled. "I know." I never felt like a free citizen even before the liar gas but coming out to my mum, I felt like life was freedom. I could love who I wanted, without the fear of being judged. I wished Grace would have been patient enough to wait for this. But I couldn't control her heart and if she thought Blakee was right for her, who was I to make that decision on her behalf? "You guys will retire to bed early, starting today." She commented. I'd never seen her look so happy. Every news station was discussing the freedom from the bondage of the liar gas. It made me und

That free will to do anything and everything without fear or worry and without being trolled by anyone At this point, I want nothing more than for people to know the real me. I want to be the real Gia Wilson. Free from captivity. I am free from these chains that are not allowing me to breathe. I am taking off this mask that Ejay forcefully put on me. Enough with the lies, enough with the pretense, enough with the fear, enough with the what-ifs. I have had just enough of everything.

When did I ever need him to forgive me? "Are you done? I'm leaving if you are," I said as I stood up, unwilling to stay in the same space as him any longer. Seeing I was leaving, Lawson panicked. "Monica!"

Choosing Rachel wasn't ruining my life. It was finally getting what I'd always wanted. Being with her—that was the real revenge. And now, I was finally awake. Time to get back on the path I should've been on all along.

Ultimately, I just placed the birthday crown on her head and replied softly, "It's okay. Mommy will always be with you." She nodded obediently and didn't press any further. Just at that moment, I saw that Erina had uploaded a photo on her Instagram. The caption read, "It's a beautiful night tonight. And someone's making me even happier than the moonlight."

If it delays the acquisition, can you afford the consequences? I froze for a second. That was when I remembered mentioning to my dad before that I wanted to bring Bluebell Bio Tech under the Smith Group. I had not expected him to already set things in motion. Seeing me fall silent, James Carter loosened his tie and pointed at the copy of the rental contract, speaking with complete confidence. "Since you've been paying for the vans these past three years, that means you clearly don't care about this amount of money. "I'm giving you a chance to fix this. The fine is already paid, but you must restore the shuttle service immediately.

On the plane, I saw a family of three chatting happily about their vacation plans. Once, that was the kind of life I used to envy. But now, whether it was love or hate toward Marcus, it had all faded into nothing. I arrived at a new pack and completed my new identity papers. In that moment, both my body and mind felt lighter than they ever had before. Breathing in air that finally felt free, I stepped into a brand new world with quiet anticipation. -

Freedom. After all the blood, the secrets, the chains, we were finally free. Salvador’s word was ironclad; I knew it in my gut. No more debts hanging over me and Dre. No more looking over our shoulders. Dre sat in the passenger seat, quiet for once, staring out the window. “We did it, man,” he said finally, voice low. “It’s really over.”

he said as he threw the paper on the table once again, but this time right in front of me. I picked up the pen and opened the file with a smile on my face. Twenty‑five million — did he really think I was that stupid? If he could afford to buy Melinda a necklace worth 30 million, he could afford more to buy her freedom. Putting down the pen, I turned to him with a cold and detached gaze.