Price For Freedom Novels & Stories

He sure could afford all this without much thought. We all had our own price for freedom, it seemed. That was his price, while I had mine. * [

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.

I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew. Leaving wasn't an escape—it was the beginning of my freedom.

He dared to haggle with the price! At one point, they happily bought ten coconuts for fifty cents each while Crisanto excused himself to relieve his bladder. When he returned, Freya bragged about her coconut purchase. She said, “Crisanto! I bought really cheap coconut! In our country, one shell costs about five dollars! I got them for fifty cents! Ahhhh!” “And hubby here even managed to get two free coconuts! Buy six, get two free!” Freya was over the moon. Going around the island, she had never bought anything so cheap in her life, and yet, they were all worth it.

In that occasion, she looked pitiable for me. Having sympathy to those people who were destined to fight me, was just a weakness. I didn't want to show my weakness anymore, because it would be an impediment in gaining my freedom. At the same time, I realized that seeking for freedom was never been easy, it needed an enormous sacrifice, bravery and patience.

I watched, memorized every reaction, let the weight of the moment settle between us. Then, finally, I spoke. "Ten million dollars, Faith." My voice was cold, quiet, like I was simply stating a fact. "That’s the price of your freedom."

“Essentially, we just paid about thirteen million for my freedom.” He knew the wave of sadness that rushed across her face wasn’t at the loss of money. Rather, it was his choice of words. She’d been a prisoner herself and knew what it was like not to have the liberty to do as she pleased. “All right,” Juliet said quietly. “I hope… this is the end of it all, then.”

“What? How?” “She can stay here for the night. She’ll only be stabilized. But payment needs to be made in order to begin treatment. We don’t have much time. Miss?” She adjusts her glasses. “Mira,” I respond, tears in my eyes. Fate finally gets the best of me. The cruel arms of death are about to snatch my baby from me, and I can’t do anything but watch. “You have till Friday. It’s two million dollars. Your bill for the commencement of the surgery.”

**You don't have to answer them,**" Ethan breathed, his gaze on her face. Vivian hesitated. The weight of years of obedience was crushing her shoulders. But then she remembered the dead-eyed girl looking back at her in the mirror at the dress fitting. She pressed the power button and shut down her phone completely. For the first time in her life, she chose *silence* over their clamorous demands. Ethan's mouth twisted into a small, proud smile. **"Good,"** he murmured. **"You’re free now."** Vivian let out a shaky breath. **"Not yet,"** she said. **"But I’m going to be."**

“Promise me you won’t return what we bought today. You can sell them off afterwards—I’m sure you’ll get a decent price; they are Zagreb after all—but you are not allowed to return any of it to me. Neither are you allowed to pay me back. Alright?” Freya really couldn’t figure out how this girl thinks. “How did you know I was planning to—” “I’ve got a monstrous Gift, like you said,” she said, grinning wider and Freya’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Come on, we’re friends. It’s easy…just give in Freya.” “I can’t believe I’m friends with someone who can spend seven million dollars in a day like its nothing. My poor mother would be wondering where she went wrong.”