Price For Freedom Novels & Stories

I admit and her head snaps towards me as if she had forgotten I was even present on this trip. “I don’t understand how people could kill a person that had a family, children to take care of..” I looked down at her and found myself wishing for an instant that I had her humble soul. She’d talk sense into the most daring man and do it with ease. Her innocence in the world shined bright when she had spoken because people would kill for a dime. It’s just the world we lived in. “The people here placed those up after the war, your parents were good people and even better rulers.” Queen Fara smiled down at Raven and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Albert’s expression changed, and he asked, “Ferid, how much do you want?” Ferid extended his hand. “One price, $50,000,000,000.”

Opening then ,he looks back at her continuing "What's the cost of your freedom Vivian?" Her mouth opens and closes in shock. "Excuse me? What do you mean?" "I asked what can you give to breathe this air of freedom. Without the fear of you going to jail any second?" She couldn't meet his stare. Lowering her eyes,she replies with sadness filling her insides. "Anything. I can do anything for it." He simply nods. Starting the car while taking something out from his coat pocket . "Then go and prepare for a wedding Vivian."

"Chloe is also demanding that I give her a house free of charge. It must be at least twice the size and value of our current home. That would put the price at no less than $450,000, before renovations..." "The list specifically says that once the house is purchased, only Chloe Collins may use it, and no one else is permitted inside." "Chloe, who exactly does 'no one else' mean? Me?" I asked with a laugh. Gasps rose among the relatives, and Chloe's face turned as red as a ripe tomato. "Four hundred and fifty thousand dollars? She really had the nerve to ask for that?" "Forget the house. Everything else on that list costs a fortune too. What kind of family does she think she comes from? She ju

Then I transferred every dollar of my savings to the account. It was money I had saved from my job before marriage, along with what I had earned from a few freelance projects over the years. It was not much, but it was enough to cover six months of my mother's care. After I finished everything, I dialed a number. "Hi, this is Julian Sinclair. From now on, I'll be paying for Elena's treatment myself." There was a brief silence on the other end. "Mr. Sinclair, are you certain? Given Ms. Hayes' condition, standard health insurance rarely covers expenses like these—"

“Bianca just wanted a fresh start. She desperately needs something to take her mind off everything. I promise I’ll get you a spot in the next session, and I’ll pay you back double the tuition.” I looked at the folder he was offering me. Bianca’s name had been written across the cover. Inside was the cost analysis spreadsheet I had spent three late nights putting together in advance. He did not just take a small registration fee from me. He took a foundation stone I had laid for my future and used it as a mere stepping stone for Bianca. I did not take the juice. I reached out calmly, pulled my photocopied ID from the folder marked with Bianca’s name, and slipped it into my own bag.

I could almost hear his voice too—low, smooth, dangerous. “Ask for whatever you want, Dahlia. Money, power, lands. I’m not stingy. You’ve already earned it, haven’t you?” And it would’ve been so easy to scrawl something petty and extravagant there. A castle, a title, even an entire city. But all I did was press the tip of the pen to paper, and after a heartbeat, wrote one single word. ‘Freedom.’

"I don't want you to leave me…" I fell silent for a moment as I struggled to free my hand from his grasp. "There's no need for this. Just like this fabric charm, once it's thrown away, there's no way to take things back. The fact that it ended up in a trash can only means that's where it belongs." Derrick trembled. The resolve in his eyes seemed to shatter fragment by fragment. "I can clean it." I shook my head. "There's no need. Mr. Wickham, we were never meant to be. What bound us together was an accident to begin with. Why can't we just part ways peacefully, as if we never met?"

she said. "Yes." She moved toward the door. I stayed a step behind her — long enough to look at her without the armour of productivity or strategy between us. This woman who had come into a room full of people who had arranged her life without asking, and had — not survived it, which would have been understandable, which would have been sufficient — but chosen, in every room and every moment, exactly who she intended to be. I had bought her freedom. And she had spent every day since then freely choosing, with full knowledge of the cost, to be someone worth the price.

The doctors immediately sprang into action, bringing out various equipment to begin emergency treatment. Meanwhile, a young nurse, though frightened of Jaclyn's fury, still stammered, "B-But Ms. Prescott, you personally ordered us not to treat Mr. Shaw's parents unless he waited in line and paid the fees first. You said you needed to 'avoid any conflict of interest.' "The fee was only 2000 dollars, but Mr. Shaw, as your husband, had to request it from Mr. Williams, and Mr. Williams only gave him 20 dollars. That's what led to Mrs. Prescott's death."