I Gave Him His Freedom Novels & Stories

That annoying jerk. "Is everything alright? Why do you look sad?" He asked me, but I covered it up with a smile. "I'm fine," I replied to him, and he nodded his head. "It's all thanks to you that I was able to buy my freedom, so I'm forever grateful to you," I said to him, and he sighed. "Yeah...yeah. Let me see that," He said, referring to my phone which was held firmly in my hand, and I handed it over to him. I watched as he typed in something, followed by his phone ringing.

He certainly missed his mate and child. “For years, you’ve made a great impact on the sea and have been a great leader. You have indeed impressed me in a way I never thought a wolf man could,” she said. “And for that, you’re free,” she muttered boldly. He immediately bolted his eyes with shock. “I-I am free?” he asked, clarifying. Mum nodded her head that minute. I smiled at the thought that my mate and Patricia would finally be happy. “Thank you!” he said joyfully.

I hug him tight, a hug of gratitude, because even words cannot express just how grateful I am right now. I was a confused soul when I met him back in Mombasa. But the very first time we bonded, he gave me a reason to fight for my freedom. He showed me the beauty of freedom and gave me a reason to smile and fight. As hard as it was, I won in the end. I am now out of the cage, and the lion is gone for good. I am free. Life has given me another chance to be happy. To live freely and love the people I choose to. In my new circle of friends, I want him to be the first on the list. He is worth keeping.

“I’ll come get you as soon as there’s a room prepared for you.” I felt my eyes go wide as I stared at his back. He was agreeing? “You’ll have your freedom,” he said. “Just don’t make me regret it.”

But a moment that also provided me with ceaseless relief. There won't be any creditor coming to take me as his payment. No more haunting nights full of shivers. No more wet pillows. No more restraints. Nothing. Just nothing. Only freedom. Only happiness. I could go to school now. I could make friends. I could love and be loved. I was a free bird now. Lifting my eyes, I regarded the man who made it happen. My mafia king.

He smiles at me. “Did someone get hurt? Is that it?” Did he lie about no one getting hurt? I watch him shake his head. “It’s Cal, right? I saw his face that day I was taken. He was looking at me weird, he gave me my freedom, he’s given up on me right?” I go to move off him and he shakes his head.

My work has been done, hereafter everything will be handle by Neeraj and those officers, I know they will take care of him. Now that I have learnt so much about myself and became who I wanted to be, I'll be forever grateful for my will power to withstand him. Life has taught me so much. It was so hard for me to do everything, but thank god there was some people who helped me to do all these, without them I wouldn't have got my freedom. I am free. I am finally myself without him and I'm forever grateful to those people, but I don't know why I feel bad for him, I sighed while thinking that again. I shouldn't be thinking like that.

She stepped into the room minutes later, eyes lowered, hands folded neatly in front of her apron like she still expected punishment for breathing too loud. “Come in,” I said. “Sit.” Her brows twitched, confused, but she obeyed. “Do you know why you’re here?” I asked. “No, sir.” I didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. “You don’t belong to me,” I said. She looked up sharply. “Sir?” “I’m setting you free.” She blinked. “You…what?” “I’ve transferred a large sum into an account under your name. It’s yours—no strings. If you want to disappear, start over, I won’t stop you.”

Ziven’s face became pale as paper. “What did you think, you will live freely after killing someone? In your dream.” Saying that I took a whip and started hitting him. “Free him from the cuffs. Let's have a one on one fight.” I ordered and my men uncuffed him. And they released him. Though he was badly hurt still he lunged at me to attack. But I gave him a hard kick, making him fly across the wall.

Putting down the pen, I turned to him with a cold and detached gaze. “Father, are you buying your daughter’s freedom, or are you sending away a beggar? 250 million and the villa on the coast, or else get your princess down here to sign the papers,” I said with a calm voice that made his outburst earlier seem like an ungrateful child throwing a tantrum. “Just sign the papers,” he said with a voice that was meant to sound calm, yet the anger beneath it could not be covered up. Pathetic. They were all pathetic and filthy people who only knew how to exploit others. Did they really think me signing a contract would make me disappear forever? I smiled at the thought, took up the pen, and signed my