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The man he had underestimated was everywhere he could not reach. Nathaniel’s loss was total. And for the first time, truly, irrevocably, he understood that some battles could not be won with money, influence, or threats. Some victories were meant to belong to those who were worthy, who were loved, who were free. And Isla Hart, glowing and unstoppable, carried her life forward, leaving Nathaniel to stew in shadows that would never touch her again.

I asked glaring at her. “What? Are you thinking how do I know that? Well, it all took a few calls and few appointment dates of yours to me.” I added when she stared at me in shock. “Why are you doing all this, Nev?” Dad asked shaking his head. “Don’t worry, Dad! I have resigned from the job giving the wonderful reason.” I replied smiling. “What did you do?” he asked, holding my hand. “Just that I didn’t like unethical ways of the directors.” I replied, shrugging and he stepped back in shock.

I can just leave if I want, but the Class Merit Contest is hindering my freedom. In short, The Merit Contest is a competition where the school secure the highest paying job opportunities, exchange programs, and special post-grad training to the overall best class. Since they're judging us on the basis of 'merit', everything could be taken into account. From academics and decipline to social harmony may get to be used against us. That's the reason students here are super careful about what they do and say. So, if someone like me, storms out in the middle of a lecture, the entire class can get disqualified. And I'd seriously be WANTED DEAD OR DEAD. Which would defy the purpose of taking my own

"Master told you that? Bullsh*t" "They want you because you're immune and kill you because you're part of us, especially your skills and records" "How do they know? Without f*cking telling me?" I step forth to her seat while yet she held up her glass of champagne. "Your medical documents say so" "Say so about what?" "You have the virus but none affects you" "Woah is it a blessing eh? " I sarcastically said. "About the business anyways, you are my substitute fighter to compromise our event and you to carry yourself to the finals so we can fetch good currency"

I should say something. I should tell her I understand or that I’m sorry or literally anything. But the words stick in my throat because all I can think is that my brother did this. My brother is the reason her son is drowning. The reason she’s sitting here in this expensive café, desperate enough to hire a stranger. She opens her bag. Pulls out a thick folder and sets it on the table between us. “This is the contract,” she says. “I want to walk you through it so there are no surprises.”

Mercer said, his voice steady. He moved toward the window and stared outside for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “But I need to understand something about what happened out there. Your gift. Has this ever happened before? Have you ever been unable to read someone?” “Never,” I said quietly. “Scars is the first.” Mercer released a heavy breath and shook his head. “He’s full of surprises.” “Yeah, he is.” [That is the understatement of the century. This man has spent years making federal agencies look incompetent. Surprise is basically his personality.]

“Merit, my sweetheart, Mrs Morgan and I had been friends before I gave birth to you. Please go home. Please.” Merit moved her head slightly left, slightly right and then, tears came out of her tears. This was when her mother couldn’t take it again and she left her daughter and walked up to Mrs Morgan and said without sitting down. “Merit took you like her own mother. Same respect she gives me, that’s the same honor she always gives you. I never expected this from you. It shouldn’t have come from you. You disappointed me.” When Mrs Morgan saw how angry she was, she stood up and wanted to embrace her, but she shifted backward, avoiding her embrace.

To answer the questions that were raised in the minds of the readers, yes I'm working on a sequel. A sequel was always the part of the plan and my idea was to leave the readers to a cliffhanger to get them excited. But a lot of the readers were being critical of my decision, which is completely understandable. 'Set Me Free' was not revised so sorry for the typos, I will try to mend my mistakes as much as possible. The sequel is called 'Am I Free?' the book sheds light on what actually happened to Daniel Robinson, if he ever gets to meet Isabelle Davis. Most importantly the sequel gives the much awaited ending. Hope all the readers will enjoy the sequel, I'm still working on it but here is a

The judge takes the pages, read them silently, then looks straight at Damian. “Mr. Holt, do you have a rebuttal?” Damian opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Guilt hangs over him like a storm cloud. the judge leans back. “I’m prepared to issue a ruling.” Every heartbeat becomes a countdown. I feel the tension coil through my muscles, my lungs tight, my throat dry and the judge lifts his gavel. “This court finds in favor of Mrs Mira Meliś, and so all claims against her are dismissed.”

Prison stripped a lot out of him, but it didn’t take away the fact that he was offensively pretty when he stopped glaring for five consecutive seconds. Unfortunately for me, he rarely granted that luxury. I stretched my legs out across the grass and stole his ruined CV again before he could stop me. “First of all,” I said, scanning the page dramatically, “this document is deeply upsetting.” “You tore it.” “It was weak structurally.” “You’re unbelievable.” “I’m rich, Shaw. Nobody’s ever forced me to be believable.” He muttered something under his breath that sounded aggressively disrespectful. I chose to ignore it because I was evolving spiritually.