Price Of Freedom Comic Novels & Stories

"You've got it all wrong, Ms. Gardner. I'm just a lowly salesman, and I couldn't possibly deserve such high praise from you. You really shouldn't try to flatter me like this." When she saw I was not budging, she threw out a new offer. "Kieran! If you come back, we'll get married! I'll give you the company… No, I'll give you everything! All the shares, everything!" I laughed out loud, looking at her like she was nothing more than a circus clown. "Ms. Gardner, I came here today to see what kind of mess you'd made of the company I built with my own hands. Turns out, the result is even more spectacular than I imagined.

Not yet. I groaned. "Well, are you buying?" He asked, looking between me, Max, and Landen. "If you have it." I gritted. "It's going to cost you." "Whatever the amount, I'll pay for it." "forty thousand." "What?" Max asked in disbelief. "I got it for free." Big John laughed, not believing him. "Are you buying or not?" He asked in a friendly manner that made me even more pissed. "Of course."

"$10 million going once. Do we have any higher bids?" Abigail was fully aware that money was something that Xander did not lack, but even so, seeing him push the price up to $10 million with one single gesture was nothing short of breathtaking. Swallowing hard, she repeated her previous question. "Mr. Zane, you really want this comic manuscript?" "I'm not interested in it," Xander said, and his gaze did not leave her. The sight of her torn expression and her clear desire for the manuscript clashing with the harsh reality of her financial limit was more than he could bear.

Fast. $240,000. Even if I worked every day for the next ten years, I wouldn’t make that much. And he’s offering to give it to me… just for pretending? No hard work, no labor—just smile at his grandfather and touch this handsome body in front of his grandpa. What else could this be if not a good deal? That would clear my father’s debt. It would buy my freedom from my stepmother. It would buy silence. Dignity. Peace.

“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.”

Lucas had mentioned to me that Vincent had gone insane. To prove his loyalty to me, he had personally slaughtered Chloe and that unborn fetus. This violated the mob's ironclad rule against spilling Family blood. He was kicked off his pedestal by the elders and became a stray dog hunted across the entire country. He stared at my stomach, his eyes red rimmed, his whole body trembling. He stumbled forward and fell to his knees in front of me, pulling out a bloodstained box. It was the "Heart of True Love." "Mia, I got it back," his voice was broken, begging me from the very dirt. "The eyesores are all dead. I took care of them myself. Come back with me. Just nod your head, and my life is yours.