Price For Freedom Novels & Stories

We sat in the car as the driver started to drive. Is this how it's gonna be? I living with my mouth staple forever. Or just act like a fool in front of everyone. Me. Who likes to talk? "You did good today" he said as I scoffed. "Good? My foot " I murmured inside me but he heard it. "Everything comes at a price. I'm giving you freedom. You give me what I want. " "Freedom what is that? You made me shut my mouth when I was between people like an Statue. Is that a freedom?"

By morning, dark web bid $15M for their lives. I was gone—new passport, new name, new camera. The Carters? They knew what it’s like to be the prize.

I finished the letter. Freedom is not the absence of connection - you said that, and I have been understanding it better as each month passes. I had always thought freedom meant independence from need. I now understand it means the presence of genuine choice, and that genuine choice requires that the people around you are not quietly engineering the cost of the alternatives.

After ten years studying interior design overseas, I came back to my hometown to do work that mattered to the people who raised me. I offered the full package, from site survey to soft furnishings. The materials were chosen by hand. The price was fair to the bone. The town had just gone through a redevelopment. Everyone was getting new units. With the new family policy, every family wanted a third bedroom too. My business was good. Customers from the next county were driving in. Then a girl just back from a city college kicked open my studio with her phone on a livestream and her neighbors at her shoulder. "This is the dishonest one. Look at her. She has been ripping the village off." "

Freya asked, but the saleswoman shook her head. "The other type we have is sold for 5 million dollars. Only these two are the similar type we have." Freya bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle her irritation. "Fine. Give it to me," she said when she saw me glancing at my wristwatch. "I have to go now. Ain't you done with your shopping?" I asked, meeting Freya's gaze coldly. Her eyes were red, but she said, "Babe, pay the bills first before you leave."

"100 thousand dollars! Now get the hell out." Felix calmly pulled out his phone. "How much to buy her freedom completely?" The man's smile instantly vanished. The next second, he grabbed Felix by the collar, shoving him back as he snarled, "You just can't take a hint, can you? You really want to get your face smashed in?" Felix's expression remained unfazed. In his eyes, problems that could be solved with money were not real problems. "I'll pay 200 thousand dollars for her first time. Give me your account number, and I'll transfer it right now."

He dropped his light pen onto the table with a definitive thwack. Maxine froze on the stairs. He spun around, his face pale. “What?! Why?” “No idea,” Tony shrugged, leaning back and returning to his screen. The mention of the Alpha made my skin prickle. Seventy-five million. That was the price of my freedom, the amount Rue had offered me to walk away from this nightmare. If I took his deal, I could pay the termination f*e of this marriage contract and never look back. But was I just trading one cage for another? From the frying pan into the fire, I thought.

“So, you came home, dropped a bomb on me, and do not even know what the business is?” “Exactly.” “You are unbelievable.” He laughs. “You love it.” “Unfortunately.” We sit in silence for a bit, the city lights glowing through the window. Then I say, “Okay, say we do this. What is the point? Money? Power?” He shakes his head. “Freedom. Something clean. “Freedom does not come cheap,” I remind him. “I know. That is why I want you.” I raise an eyebrow. “To fund it or to manage it?”

I closed my bag and stood, trying to steady myself. Two million dollars. That was the price of my freedom, a number that haunted me every second of every day. If I could just pay it off, I’d disappear. Far away from this life, from him, from everything. The sound of heels clicking against the tiled floor snapped me out of my thoughts. Chloe strutted into the dressing room, her glossy lips curling into a smug smile the moment she saw me. “Rough night, Erica?” she sneered, folding her arms. “Or is that just your usual look?”

"Mr. Hawthorne, we're already divorced. Stay away from me." Hurt appeared in his eyes. "Can't we still be friends?" I paused, then slowly turned my head and smiled at him. "Sure thing, old buddy, old pal. Remember to convert the value of the shares from our property division and wire the money to my account." A taxi stopped in front of me. I did not look at Charlie. Instead, I walked up to Emma. "I'm not your mommy, but if you want to see me, you can have your dad call me."