Locked In While My Siblings Chase Freedom Novels & Stories

Jamie called and said that the driver and the person behind the crash had both been caught. When we hurried over, the people we saw in handcuffs were Megan and a man who looked somewhat like her around the eyes. When Megan saw me, her eyes turned vicious, and she started laughing madly. "Why aren't you dead, you witch?! This is all because you stole Charlie from me! He was supposed to marry me!" Her curses were dark, but this was the police station, after all. The officers stopped her almost immediately. After we gave our statements and left, Jamie, Charlie, and I all sat in the same car.

Then he kicked away my outstretched hand and turned around, shutting the door behind him. The timestamp on the recording showed that from the moment I started begging for help until I finally lost consciousness, seventeen full minutes had passed. And during those seventeen minutes, Evelyn had been with another man. She locked herself in the study and replayed the footage over and over. She counted the number of times I knocked on the door—twenty-seven. She watched as the toe of Nathaniel's shoe cruelly kicked away my outstretched hand. She listened to every awful thing she had said from inside the room. Then she smashed everything in the study that could be smashed, including our wedding pho

She could see the service exit door just ahead, a heavy steel slab that led to the alleyway and the freedom of the city beyond. Her hand hovered over the panic bar. Her palm was sweating. This was it. The moment of total, irrevocable rupture. If she pushed this door, there was no going back. She would be a fugitive, a person hunted by the most powerful family in the country, but she would be herself. She pushed the bar. The door didn't budge. Lily frowned, pressing harder, her shoulder slamming into the metal. It was locked from the outside—a new addition, a final, sadistic insurance policy.

At eighteen, my younger sister was left in a vegetative state after a car accident. The system approached me and promised to wake her immediately if I entered a series of infinite dungeons and completed its quests. I agreed. Before I left, I wanted to find someone to protect my sister, who was naturally frail. The three Lane brothers stepped forward on their own, knelt before me, and swore they would take good care of Pearly. I remembered how attentive they had been to her in the past, so I entrusted them with the internationally renowned Chase Group and gave them a warning. “Until I return, your only task is to keep Pearly happy. If any of you dare make her shed even a single tear…” I left

"Oh! so now I am a cold-blooded bastard? It's because of cold-blooded bastards like me that some people would still have a job to feed their families. When I build a business, I create jobs. Thousands of people working under me, depend on me for their livelihoods and I don't let them down because you know why? I deliver what they want! JOBS! unlike some morons like you who think, love conquers all! Grow up, Mike. Your world is too small. Love can't fill an empty stomach; business does and ALWAYS WILL!" Aiden was now visibly seething, and I was worried. Mike's face had turned slightly pale upon hearing his speech. "Aiden, we should go," I mumbled, attempting to defuse the atmosphere. Leah and

He spoke with so much determination. "And what will I actually get after sleeping with you?" Dean's lips curled into a smirk and I realized I was bargaining with him. I can't believe I'm even considering this. "Freedom" "Freedom?" I asked dumbly, unsure how to respond. "Yes," Right now freedom sounds like a beautiful dream come true, especially after what happened. For the first time after I came here, I saw a glimmer of hope. I could get away. Excitement runs through my whole body.

Will he be in danger? “Yes, I have searched. Also, her hands are tied. So she cannot reach out to anyone.” Mitchel tries her best to hold Diaz. “This is not the time.” Isabella enters the room. She takes up a small gun. “Take her along.” They untie my hands and drag me at gunpoint. They push me out of the room and lead me towards the right. There is a stairway in front. Bella leans out and curses. “The cops have surrounded the building. It will be difficult to move out.”

I envisioned leisure, of lying down in green fields, of having no one to crack the whip or otherwise use my body. I had been captured one night after performing the Dance of the Knives. I was repeatedly told it was my own fault for “showing off.” Women and men of my family had performed that dance for centuries, and no one before had thought it was a call to capture anyone for sexual slavery. As the wolves cut my flesh that night and drank my blood, in my drugged haze I thought about what it meant to be free. I could walk under the stars all night and have no one to berate me when I came home. I would actually have a home, all mine.

Two men in suits who scream leash instead of freedom. No, no, no. I don’t want to go back to them. I don't want to go home. This is my window. My hours of freedom. If they see me now, they’ll shove me back inside, lock the doors, drive me home, and I’ll be trapped again until tomorrow. Maybe longer if Father decides to tighten the reins. Father.

“You people are sick! Let me out!” They grabbed my arms, and I thrashed, kicking and shouting. “My parents are out there! What if they’re—what if they’re—” They dragged me back into the room and slammed the door shut. The lock clicked. I pounded on it with my fists. “Let me out! Please, just let me check if they’re okay!” But no one answered. Eventually, I sank to the floor, sobbing. My face pressed against the cold tiles. I had lost my baby and my freedom.