I Gave Him His Freedom Novels & Stories

I called Rae — the only person who had ever been truly loyal in that cursed mansion. “I need a service,” I said. My voice was steady, calm, lethal. “Something only you can do.” Then, before morning came, I went to free my father. I paid for his release, settled his debts, and walked him out of that grey prison with my hand in his. He cried like a child. I did too, we were free, free from everything, mentally, physically and financially. And I promised myself that this freedom tears would be the last I shed.

"Do you feel vindicated?" I lifted my gaze to him, beaming. "Not at all." "Why?" "Because…" I wrapped my arms around his neck and explained softly, "My life is amazing now, and I've stopped caring about Hayden a long time ago." Julian chortled and kissed me on the lips. "That's for the best." The buttery sunshine fell upon us, warming us from the inside out. Even the breeze was gentle that day.

He brought my hand to his lips. Looking deep into his eyes, I realized something. Freedom wasn't just about walking out of prison. It was also about cutting ties with the people and pain that tried to define you, and we were finally, truly free. "I like the sound of that."

Was that such a bad thing? He was disobeying me and going against the parameters of the contract he signed but maybe this once, I could be understanding towards him. I'd uprooted him from his life, turned his world around in a matter of days. I could give him this one little dose of freedom couldn't I? I got to the landing. His door was just a few feet away. Decision time. I groaned. Yes, I could. I could let him have his freedom. But just for today. Only for today.

When he saw that I didn’t move, he approached and hugged me tightly. Then, he kissed my cheek and spanked my ass. “You’re free to go.” He pointed toward the door. I thought I hadn’t heard properly. “That’s it?” I asked, a wave of relief surged though me. He exhaled softly and nodded, a cunning smile spread across his lips as he watched me walk toward the exit. I was overjoyed as I walked towards my freedom - my plan had succeeded. I could barely contain my excitement as one of his men gestured toward my phone and wallet, which lay on the table.

That was when I realised I was holding my breath. “Look at me,” he ordered. I did. “No one will hurt you ever again,” he said firmly. I swallowed. The tension inside me settled a bit. Everyone continued eating. Except me. I was totally exhausted. “You said I'm free.” I muttered quietly. He nodded. “Yes, you are.” “Can I go home to my mother?” “Yes, you can.” He replied. “But first, you need to hear what I have to tell you.”

His eyes had a wildness I'd never seen before. "Bella, hi," he said, practically preening. "I've been great. No one breathing down my neck. I can finally do what I want." "That's wonderful for you," I said, my voice dangerously even. Each word was a tiny shard of glass in my throat. He thought I was holding him back? "Yeah," he went on. "Freedom is an amazing thing. Not having to think about anyone else's feelings. Not being tied down." Every word was a shot at me.

he said I looked at him. "You bought me a plane," I said. "I bought you freedom," he said. Freedom. Not abstract. Specific. Physical. The freedom to go anywhere, at any hour, without asking anyone's permission or adjusting to anyone's schedule or waiting for the available option. The freedom that had never been available before I threw my arms around him.

he asked, one eyebrow slightly raised and a hint of something almost amused in his voice. “Neither of those two. I wanted to ask if it was true.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. He straightened a little in the chair and leaned back, folding his arms. “What is true?” “You know… the decree. You saying I’m no longer a slave. That I’m free.” “It’s true,” he said simply. I couldn’t stop the smile that broke across my face. Relief hit so hard my knees felt weak for a second and I had to lock them to stay upright.

She said pointedly and I smiled with a nod. I reached out and grabbed the necklace in my hand, the cool metal against my palm. “Now, go thrive sweetie. You deserve it after all the hell you've dealt with." ______________________________ OH MY GOSH. HE-... HE GAVE UP HIS KINGDOM!?