Release Me Book 1 Stark Trilogy Novels & Stories

Yellowed with age, bound in red string, labeled in his father’s tidy handwriting. He sat, fingers trembling as he sifted through the records. Richard Banks vs. Stark Holdings. Stark, Elara – Confidential. Project Scepter. Operation Edenfall – Classified. Then he saw it: "Elara S." – Personal – 1993 Elara Stark. Maya’s mother. Alex stared at the file, a sick twist churning in his gut. He opened it. Inside were newspaper clippings, surveillance photos, and a stack of legal documents signed under sealed court orders. At the center of it all—Elara Stark’s psychiatric evaluation. Paranoia. Emotional instability. Committed for “rehabilitation” under court authority.

Tony handed me his business card and told me that I could contact him whenever I wanted if I wanted to look for a job next time. I heaved a small sigh of relief after having solved my cash flow problem for the time being. However, when flipping through some of my older designs, I suddenly felt a little taken aback. One of the designs was for a pair of wedding bands—the one that I designed for my wedding to Archer. But now, I had to wipe out this sweet memory of mine from my life forever for survival. Marley suddenly came up behind me and covered my eyes. "Guess who?" I laughed and grabbed him by his wrists. "Marley the puppy!"

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I was drifting in the air, stunned. I watched as the heart monitor beside me flatlined, its beeping alarm ringing through the room. The person in the hospital bed was barely recognizable—severely burned, completely wrapped in thick bandages, with no way to tell their gender. The patient chart at the foot of the bed was the only clue to their identity. But Quentin Scofield couldn't care less about that. All he cared about was finding a way to clear his beloved Taylor Cross of any charges.

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He dragged me back, away from the door, away from freedom like I was a piece of paper in a storm. "You fucking bitch," he whispered so close in my ears that my hair stood. "You're going to pay for this." "Fuck you!" I spatted, pulling at his hands, but he didn't budge. So I did what I was trained to do. Using my elbow, I jostled it on his jaw. Yes, I was shorter than he is, but I was strong. Hearing bones breaking, I felt his arms loosen their grip around me. So I stepped on his foot as hard as I could. Then just like that, I was free. Freddy massages his jaw, chuckling.

After the heartfelt conversation with her brothers and father, Sherly felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She wasn't this relaxed before. Even though she had been under the protection of her best friend, Solace, and her family, she couldn't help but feel restless. However, after her talks with her family, she absolutely felt so relaxed. She had finally opened up to them about her painful past, and to her relief, they had listened with understanding and compassion. As she sat in her room, the evening sun casting a warm glow through the window, Sherly reached for her phone and dialed her best friend's number.

She fucking hated it. Truth be told she was surprised they’d managed to keep Grayson semi-down for three weeks. It was quite the fucking accomplishment indeed. Within a few days, he’d already mastered transferring himself into the wheelchair on his own. And the Monday after the shower, the sneaky bastard had gotten an employee to drop off a company laptop at the warehouse. Soon he was back to making video calls as his bruises faded away, his stitches came out, and nothing but the scars remained behind.

Alpha Theo said coldly, cutting off my thoughts like a sharp blade, “that I’m letting her walk free?” I froze all over again. The world around me stopped spinning, time grinding to a halt. My breath caught, and a new wave of dread washed over me, colder than before. The relief I’d felt seconds ago shattered like glass, leaving sharp edges that cut deep. “No…” I whispered, my voice trembling as I raised my head. “Please… no… I thought…” Theo tilted his head slightly, smiling now, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “How about we play a game, slave?” he said, his voice low and teasing, like this was all some entertaining diversion for him.