The Price of Freedom: A Million-Dollar Ultimatum

My boyfriend, who was from a wealthy family, cut ties with his mother, who was a billionaire. He said he'd make a living by himself to support me.

I sent him home overnight and said to his mother, "Just give me five million dollars, and I'll break up with your son immediately."

01

I was happily scrolling through TikTok and laughing at the story of a woman who endured hardship for love. The doorbell rang. I opened it and saw a handsome guy standing there with a suitcase.

Before I could say anything, he stepped forward and hugged me. "Kade, I've severed ties with my mother. We can finally be together," he said.

I was shocked and pushed him away. "What did you say?"

"We can be together every day now," he repeated.

"Not that. I mean the part before that."

"I've severed ties with my mother," he answered.

I didn't believe my ears. "Are you saying you've cut ties with your mom, who uses Hermès purses for groceries and drives a Rolls-Royce whenever she goes out?"

Ivor Ogley nodded meekly.

I said disappointedly, "You're a spoiled kid growing up in a rich family. You don't know how to survive. How will you live without your mom?"

"I can make money by myself to support you," Ivor boasted shamelessly.

My fists clenched as I said, "Do you think you're being funny?"

"Don't you think so?" He pouted, and his innocent eyes widened.

My blood pressure spiked, and I fainted.

Before losing consciousness, my first thought was to make Ivor spend less time on TikTok.

02

Ivor was my boyfriend, and he was stunningly handsome and had a rich family.

Normally, I wouldn't have had any chance to meet him, as I was only an ordinary employee.

But Ivor has a flaw. He was not very smart.

During a graduation trip to Yellowstone City, he was swindled out of his money as soon as he left the airport. When he was alone and helpless, he met me. I thought he was handsome without a smart mind. So I was instantly attracted.

We had the trip to Yellowstone City together. I spent money to cover his expenses and took him when I enjoyed the trip. So we started dating.

03

"Kade. Kade." I vaguely heard Ivor calling me and opened my eyes to see myself in his arms.

He immediately leaned down and hugged me. "Honey, are you alright?"

I was three years older than Ivor. Whenever he made a mistake, he would call me "Honey."

His voice was charming, and when he drags out the word "Honey," it would melt my heart.

But right now, my head was pounding. "Get up. Sit properly." I cleared my throat.

Ivor obediently did as told, and he looked very well-behaved.

I said seriously, "I don't care what happened between you and your mother. You'd better go back right now and apologize to her. It's insane to cut ties with your mother, who is rich. I can't let your mistake continue."

Ivor stubbornly shook his head and said, "No."

"You brat!" I couldn't help but scold him.

Ivor hung his head and sobbed. "Honey, do you only care about my money? If I have no money, will you abandon me?"

I wanted to say he was right. I liked him because he was rich, good-looking, and young.

Ivor's skin was extremely fair. His face flushed with anger, making him look pitiful. I resisted the urge to hug him. "It cannot be solved by whining. Do you understand?"

Ivor bit his lip, and tears ran down his cheeks. "Honey, do you not like me anymore?"

I said, "Not that. Stop changing the subject."

He said, "Honey, you must have fallen for another guy. Is it that new guy at your company?"

I retorted, "What does the new guy have to do with this?"

I was confused, and Ivor suddenly leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "Honey, are you unhappy because I didn't perform well when we did it?"

I blushed and denied it, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

In an instant, he bit my earlobe. His warm breath sprayed on my face.

And I stopped talking to him instantly.

04

The next day, I got up with a sore waist. After I opened the door, I saw Ivor cooking with his upper body naked. His well-defined abs made me dizzy, and my waist started aching again.

"Honey, you're up. I made breakfast for you. Let's have it together. Afterward, I'll send you to work."

I straightened my back and said, "You don't need to send me to work. After breakfast, go home."

"I don't want to." Ivor mumbled.

"What do you mean you don't want to? You can't just sever a mother-son relationship. Go back and apologize to her," I said seriously.

Ivor snuggled up to me and said, "Honey, were you uncomfortable yesterday? I can learn." With that, he put his hand on my waist, and I jumped up. "Don't learn anything. My waist can't stand it."

Ivor frowned and said, "Did you work too hard? Do you need me to massage you?"

"If you apologize to your mother, I'll feel better immediately." I finished the last piece of toast, grabbed my purse, and left. Before leaving, I reminded Ivor, saying, "I hope I don't see you when I get back from work."

05

After work, I returned home. But my wish wasn't granted. Ivor was still there, and he had cooked several dishes for dinner.

I couldn't bring myself to scold him. After dinner, he pulled me to the couch. The scene was too familiar. We started doing it there. My mind was on high alert. "Ivor, we just finished dinner."

"We have enough strength after we have dinner," Ivor replied.

I said, "You already have enough strength."

He asked, "Is my strength like this right for you?"

"Yes." I nodded comfortably. He said, "Honey, relax a bit. It's more comfortable when you relax."

I followed his lead and took off my bra and enjoyed Ivor's massage. I had to say that his technique and strength were truly impressive. I couldn't help but hum in comfort as Ivor intermittently chatted with me. "Honey, were the dishes I cooked good?"

"Mm-hmm, they are good," I replied nonchalantly.

"Am I good at taking care of you?"

"Mm-hmm, not bad."

Suddenly, Ivor leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "Honey, can I stay with you here?" I was quickly sobered up. It was a different matter. I was already struggling to support myself. How could I keep Ivor? I was unable to do it.

"By the way, you haven't told me why you didn't..."

Before I could finish my sentence, Ivor leaned in again and silenced me completely. I tried to resist, but he held my wrists and said gently, "Honey, you've worked hard. Let me make you relax."

The next morning, when I woke up, I couldn't help but slap myself. "Kade, why are you so weak? You've let yourself be charmed again. No matter what happens, you have to send him back today."

06

The same story was repeated in the following week. One weekend, I straightened my aching back and sternly said to Ivor, "You have to go home no matter what you do today."

He started acting again. "Honey, are you abandoning me?"

I refused to look at him. "Stop playing games with me. Get it straight, I am not abandoning you. Your mother doesn't want you now."

"You are right." Ivor nodded and said calmly, "I knew it."

We'd been together for so long, but Ivor never mentioned his mother. I never asked about her. Relationships in wealthy families often revolve around money.

I was worried that Ivor might have some hidden issues, so I lowered my voice and asked gently, "Do you have any conflicts with your mother?"

He answered, "She wants me to break up with you. Otherwise, she won't acknowledge me as her son."

Now I understood that I was the fool. I had anticipated such a day, but I didn't expect Ivor to introduce me to his mother so soon. He seemed to have been deeply in love with me. Haa, I still have my charm.

I was happy for a moment and then teased him, saying, "If she wants us to break up, that's easy. She should find me and give me a bank card with five million dollars in it."

"Are you short of money?" Ivor was indeed not smart enough. He was always pointless.

"I am not really short of money, but I do need five million dollars," I said while counting with my fingers.

"Then I'll give you some money," Ivor said casually. My eyes lit up. "Didn't your mother cut off your bank card?"

"Yes, she did."

"You're quite humorous," I said in a mocking tone.

07

The next day, Ivor told me that he had to go out for something. And he didn't return when it was evening.

He didn't reply to my messages or answer my calls.

Did he naively trust someone again and get scammed out of his money?

Or did he encounter human traffickers who saw him as both naive and attractive and took him away to sell him off?

The more I thought about it, the more dangerous I thought he might be. I pushed open the door and was about to go and look for him.

08

Ivor appeared at the door with a woman. She had a slender waist and long legs. She looked in her thirties, extremely beautiful and well-maintained.

When Ivor saw me, he shook off the woman's hand and rushed into my arms, "Honey, I missed you."

A strong smell of alcohol hit my nose. I held Ivor in my arms and looked unfriendly at the woman.

"Ivor had a social event this evening and drank too much. Please take care of him," the woman said with a gentle smile.

She was graceful and understanding, just like the type Ivor described as his perfect girlfriend years ago.

I was annoyed and tossed Ivor onto the couch. "She's calling him so affectionately. Be honest with me. Who is she? Do you have another woman behind my back?"

Ivor didn't answer my question. He was already muddled by the alcohol. He mumbled, "Honey, I have a headache. I need a massage and some water."

I said, "It won't work this time for you to act like a little boy. I'm serious and angry. You'd better explain it quickly."

I grabbed his shoulders and forced him to look at me. But Ivor just gave me a big smile, and his eyes were squinting. He said in a sweet voice, "Honey, I miss you."

I rubbed my forehead, stood up, and went to the kitchen to bring him a glass of water. I pulled Ivor up from the couch and handed the water to his mouth. "Here's the water. Have some."

Ivor shook his head. "I'm not thirsty anymore." He shook his head again and said, "I want you to help me with it."

"Then..." I lifted the glass, but Ivor didn't open his mouth.

He pointed at his mouth, then at mine. I was a bit angry and said, "Ivor, don't push me."

09

In an instant, the glass in my hand was taken away.

Ivor obediently finished the water and placed the glass on the table.

He did it so quickly that I even suspected he wasn't drunk at all.

So I straddled him, and my elbow pinned his neck, "Tell me where you've been fooling around."

"Honey." His deep voice whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I quickly pushed him away, creating distance between us. But he grabbed my waist and pulled me back. I didn't steady myself and fell towards him. He opened his arms and held me tightly.