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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Book V - Chapter XII - Christian and Anastasia FanFiction

BOOK V
CHAPTER XII

THE DESCENT TO HELL IS ALWAYS HARD

“Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here”
Written above the gates of Hell (Dante’s Inferno)



The flight and the ride home be can be described in one word: charged.
“Come on little man. Let’s put you to bed,” I pick Teddy up from Gail.
“He is much too active to go to sleep, Mr. Grey. I think the trip sort of wore him out.”
“He is not the not the only one,” I murmur.
“Dinner should be ready in an hour, sir,” she says as she walks towards the kitchen. I hold my son in my arms tight and gently place his head on my shoulder. He has this uncanny ability when he tries to slither out of my arms or tell me what he wants simply with his body language. Of course, the first thing Teddy does is to grab my hair.
“Hmmm. I believe another haircut is in order, Mr. Grey.” Ana’s unexpected voice makes me turn around. Her giving me a haircut brings forth delicious memories.
“As much as I would love to take you up on that offer, you with a sharp object when you’re still mad at me is not a good thing.” She isn’t sure if she should be sore at my response. Not to mention, I’m still mad at her. Ana extends her arms to take Teddy for bed who is now interested in my face.
I lift Teddy up in the air. “This is my son!” I say in utter pride. I feel a déjà vu moment.
“Careful, Cristian! He’s so little!” Ana’s voice is anxious which is completely the opposite of Teddy’s happy baby giggle that echoes in the room.
“He’s his father’s son! He loves it! Don’t you son?” Of course, Teddy understands none of it. He just wants me to entertain him.  This has become his favorite game and a source of Ana’s mild anxiety.
“Boys, please!”
“Should we make mommy happy, Teddy?” I ask him as I slightly toss him in the air. And the happy baby giggle echoes again.
“Christian!”
“Alright, alright,” I laugh out loud. “Mommy wins! Bedtime it is.” Ana and I take Teddy to his bedroom. The only book he shows a lot of excitement when we read to him is Goodnight Moon, the book we’ve read him every night ever since he was brought home from the hospital.  
Goodnight Moon

Ana wants to broaden his young horizons by reading him The Tale of Peter Rabbit. She shrugs.
“It was my favorite. I’d like it to become one of his favorites.”
When we lay our son to bed, he’s finally yawning, listening to the little hippo which has the actual recording of the sounds of Ana’s heartbeat and the sounds he would have heard when he was in her womb. Somehow, it makes him feel comfortable immediately and his baby lids are drooping. As we exit our son’s bedroom, I turn to Ana. The serious expression on my face says it all. But my words make it clear.

“The path to paradise, begins in hell”
Dante’s Inferno
In the Shadows ~ Amy Stroup
“Now, it’s your turn to tell me a real-life bedtime story.”
“Christian, I don’t wanna talk about it!” she complains.
I grab her by the waist and lift her on my shoulder. She stops at mid-shriek for fear of waking Teddy.
“Our bedroom, or shall I pleasure you helpless in our Playroom 2 to confess it all?” I feel the excitement shudder run through her.
“Christian!” I can feel her roll her eyes in the way she utters my name which earns her a loud spanking on her ass.
“Not bedroom or the Playroom 2. The library, please,” she says. 


“If you think I can’t fuck you seven shades Sunday in the library, you’re either forgetful or naïve, Mrs. Grey!” The clatter on the counter and the subsequent fumbling for a cleanup lets me know that Gail heard me.
I turn the nob and kick the door closed after entering the library and lock it. It’s Ana’s favorite room in the house. The warm rich red color of reclaimed Brazilian rosewood from an old abandoned mansion invites you in to sit down, almost embraces you. Having the wood re-sanded brought out the distinct rose-like scent as if it’s early spring and roses are budding. There are several leather sofas and chairs to invite you in to spend hours reading. It has a balcony overlooking the Sound. Everything about this library says, come and relax. The lighting is dim and controlled.

“Are you going to put me down, Sir?” She sounds amiable.
“I’m thinking about it. Still not sure if I want to avoid giving you a form of punishment.” She wiggles to slide down. I smack her butt again.
“Only when I say, you can.” My warning is decisive. I don’t know if I can manage to have full control because she scared me for her well-being so much. Her transgressions are many: Evading my phone calls, leaving to meet Ella's pimp and his brother at the hospital which I thought she was there as a patient, hiring a PI without talking to me… I don’t know where to begin. I can get through to her, but she’s not gonna like the way with which I get through. Well, she'll love it during, but will hate me afterwards. And I’m going to feel like shit. Still undecided the course of action I wish to take, I let Ana slide down.
“Let’s have it out in the open, Ana. Knowing how terrified I would be, why did you put yourself in harm’s way? You’re not just Ana Grey, my wife, but you’re Teddy’s mom! Forget about me, didn’t you even think of him? Do you have any idea how it would affect him if anything happened to hurt you?” I try to hold the overwhelming anxiety bearing down on me.
“There it is!” Ana says.
“There what is?” I shake my head questioning. Her hands lift up and gently hold my face.
“I’ve learned a lot from you. How to be cautious, to be safe, to plan, to learn to take control…”
“But you had not taken control, Ana!”
“Alright, fine, therapy time.” Ana digs her cell phone out of her pocket, scrolls through the contacts list and dials  a number. When a surprised voice answer after the second ring, I shake my head with a small smile.
“Ana, what a surprise to hear from you. Are you still in Detroit?” She’s put the phone on speaker.
“No, we’re back Dr. Flynn. But we’re having a slight problem. We really need to talk to you now, if you are available.” Flynn charges me premium times two for the unexpected phone calls, and it’s still pocket change for me. In the large pool of very expensive shrinks, he’s the best therapist I’ve had who managed to become my friend. I motion my hand to take the phone, put it on the table and lead her to sit on the beckoning leather sofa. She sits cross legged facing the phone. I sit next to her.
“How was the trip to Detroit?” Flynn asks. The single significant question that opens the floodgates. After he hears the gist of what had happened in Detroit – good and bad I might add, and Flynn listens and asks questions only to clarify the story.
“I’m very impressed, Ana,” he states once there is a pause, making me roll my eyes. Ana smiles. “How did you arrange the PI, and how did you manage to locate the pimp?” he asks in his follow up question. I’m curious to find out about that myself. She looks at me briefly and sighs.
“I researched about various PIs and one struck me as very sharp, a former detective who closed 93% of his cases. I also picked Detective Clark's brain on how to choose a good PI.”
“Jesus! So, you just picked a P.I. out of the thin air!” What if he was douche and once he figured out who she was, he used this information to harm us? Harm her?
Ana sees the horrified look on my face.
“Christian, I’m not an idiot!”
“It’s not a matter of you being an idiot or not, Ana! You’re one of the smartest but also the most stubborn, tenacious and a go-getter, headstrong woman I know. My problem is you, being unwilling to understand that I have enemies, rivals, people who wish to see me, or those I love harmed. That’s why it’s important that you leave those things that may put you in harm’s way out of your ‘to do list’!”
“Why can’t I protect you?"
"I pay Taylor very good money to do just that!" I bark. 
"Christian, I'm not talking about bodyguarding you! Why do you insist suffering through your nightmare when it’s all too simple to have a faceoff with the man who has the leading role in your pain? You hurt, I hurt, remember?” she softens her voice.
“If I wanted to have a face-off with him, I would have done it long ago. I hated that man all my life more than anyone! More than Linc! Hell, until Hyde got in to our lives in his destructive ways, Detroit Willy was the reigning champion of my most hated list! What I’m telling you is simply this: everything and everyone become inconsequential when it comes to you and my son. If it's a choice between the possibility of you getting hurt and I continue to have nightmares till I die, I take the latter.”
“What about your family, Christian?” Flynn’s disembodied voice rises from Ana’s phone in a non-judgmental tone.
“I love my family. But Ana is different. I’m different when I’m with her. I cannot, under any circumstance handle it if she got harmed.” Ana’s hand finds mine with sympathy as she turns to me and leans in.
“But, Christian, you shouldn’t stop me because there is a remote possibility that someone might hurt me for some grudge against you that I don't know about.” This statement alone makes me angry, because the possibility is not remote; it’s all too real. She’s been kidnapped, our baby had been kidnapped not long after he was born. The threat is always present, and it has happened even though I had ample amount of precautions set in place. I state all these concerns with utmost control that would make the devil proud.
“Christian, I’ve taken all the precautions you find worthy. You and your security team gave me detailed information about being safe in Detroit. I have been safe. Studied the locations and I already knew that Detroit Willy was incapacitated. I just didn’t know how badly, and when the PI went to the hospital to arrange” she air quotes the word, “the meeting, he found out that Willy was in and out of consciousness and he could die any day, any hour in fact, keeping his secrets with him about Ella, and perhaps forever damning to your nightmares. I could finally help you with potentially freeing you from the nightmares!”
I look at Ana silently. To free me from the nightmare I’ve had all my life, my wife was willing to put herself in danger. I fucking adore her and yet I’m mad at her for being so fucking reckless.
“You could have been hurt!”
“There was minimal risk, Christian. There was the PI who was supposed to provide part of the bodyguarding, and I knew if I made sure that Sawyer didn’t get a chance to alert you, he could be the primary bodyguard. I just didn’t count on Willy having a brother.” This she mutters. “I don’t want you to make me this irreplaceable, easy to shatter part of your life, like an object so that I don’t get to be a full partner in your life,” She pleads.
“You don’t want to be irreplaceable? Why don’t you just tear my heart out!”


“What do you say to that, Christian?” Flynn directs his question to me, totally ignoring Ana’s child-like response. I’m mad at both of them!
Ten… nine… eight… seven… six… five… four… three… two… one…” I count in my head, then exhale deeply.
“Clearly, my wife forgets that she is a full partner in my life. Yet, she treats me as if I don’t have a say in her safety. Why don’t you trust me, Ana? because I have been dealing with enemies most my professional life. She didn’t. This is something I have to teach her, but I can’t teach her anything if she doesn’t believe there’s any real danger!” I scoff.
“I’m sorry that I wasn’t clear Christian. I meant irreplaceable as in one of your art works, or like one of the pieces in Louvre…” after seeing my poker face, she fumbles. “I don’t think I’m making myself clear. It’s simply this: Don’t you understand that I’m trying to prove you that I’m worthy of you, Christian! If I can’t be a full partner in your life, then any woman can replace me.” Ana blurts out.
“What?!?”
“Ana, you don’t have to try to prove your worth to me. I mean, isn’t it enough that I went crazy when I found you hurt last year? You nearly lost our son! Isn’t one trauma enough? You know why you’re important to me?” I fully turn to face her. She shakes her head, ‘no’.
“Every woman who occupied that room in Escala and was in my life for a time, only gave me empty pleasure.”
“If you gave them the chance, they could show you their love as well. How am I different if I can’t be your full partner in marriage?” She retorts, goading me.
“No. What those women had seen in me are a few things: mystery, great sex, a wealthy man. They had a need to be dominated and I had a need to dominate. I fulfilled my need to be dark and their most passionate desires. I was a drug for them. But they’ve all been replaceable. Fantastic pleasure can still be empty pleasure. You already know that about them, Ana. We’ve talked about this a long time ago.” She ignores what I’m trying to say and devalues herself.
“What about me, then? Just fantastic pleasure with a little more intrinsic value?” she asks fervently.
“Ana, why would you define your value with Christian in such terms?” Flynn asks.
“I’m not defining, I’m asking.” She retracts.
“I believe you have come to that conclusion, because you want him to validate the answer you have in your head.” He follows up. Ana closes her eyes.
“I don’t know if that’s what I’m thinking, Dr. Flynn. Truthfully, Christian is exceptionally good at showing a poker face when it comes to his emotions. But, somehow, when I want to do something important to help him, he does not control those emotions. It makes me think that I’m an expensive artifact that he doesn’t want scratched, chipped, or broken. I don’t want kid gloves.”
Anaaa,” Flynn’s voice is fatherly, gentle. “You want Christian to control his emotions when he finds you by the bedside of his mother’s former pimp, and if I were to put it in your words, ‘the man who had the leading role in his pain’ and the source of his nightmares?” Flynn calmly asks.
“But isn’t it what you teach Christian, to control his emotions? Wouldn’t it be helpful if he practiced that until he fully understood what exactly was happening?” She almost shouts towards the phone.
“Jesus Christ!” I mutter as Ana ignores me, rolling her eyes.
“Ah… You misunderstand what it is I teach Christian. I don’t teach him to control his emotions. Emotions can’t be controlled; they’re channeled. If they are not channeled properly, the individual pays for it, one way or another. I help Christian understand those emotions. My primary job is to help him become aware of what it is he is feeling, oooor,“ he drawls, “as he has done for years, what he was trying to avoid feeling. He told you how destructive he was as a teenager.” Ana closes her eyes, and I read her lips silently whispered two words: “Oh nooo!
Flynn continues, “Ana, we can’t avoid feelings without facing the consequences. Christian already knows how to keep the disruptive emotions and impulses in check which in return helps him maintain control over his actions.”
“He would not have let me go had he knew I was going to see mm…” she stumbles on her words, “Mr. Detroit Willy. You say that emotions can’t be controlled, but what about my emotions, my need to, desire to protect my husband? Sometimes it takes calculated risks to accomplish something significant, and I have accomplished that!” she says with a slight pride in her voice.
I hold my hand up.
“Alright. Since you made this enormous effort and had indeed shown me that pimp is really a helpless feeble man, I’m willing to put feelings, fears or concerns for you aside for the time being. Tell me the whole story.”
After a deep sigh and inhale later, she says:
“After seeing the prospect that his brother might be seriously hurt, Willy was  talkative. Well, as talkative as a dying man can be. Maybe he wanted to be absolved of his sins; or at least, if you believe the small cross tattooed on his neck.” She shakes her head and continues.
“Anyway, he told me that Ella was a runaway teen. I’m not sure if she was trying to find herself or experienced problems at home. But she was gone at seventeen with her boyfriend. She got pregnant with you at eighteen and her teenage boyfriend  got scared of the prospect of becoming a young dad I suppose, and she was had no choice but to come back to her parents. But she didn’t tell them she was pregnant. At first, she hid it, but then she told her mom. Once the dad found out, they gave her two options: either have an abortion or get kicked out of their home. She was in her first trimester, so they thought an abortion could be easy to accomplish. I guess they hoped she would change her reckless ways and go back to school. You know the option she chose and the consequence.” she starts. Thousands of images go through my mind. Ella made the choice to have me even if it meant she became homeless. Why then did she become such a shitty mom?
“It still doesn’t tell me if she had me while she was still living with her parents. They could have changed their minds.” I ask hopefully. Everyone deserves a second chance. She shakes her head ‘no’.
“When Ella was adamant in not aborting you, she was also adamant that she wouldn’t give you up for adoption. So, her parents thought she made her bed, let her lay in it. She had to leave. Even if the parents were bluffing or showing tough love to see things their way when things got tough, she made a choice and left for Detroit on a bus. She may have been on a quest to show them off – you know her choices would be better than theirs. But as soon as she got off the bus, she was accosted by a pimp who recruits such young woman – beautiful but with no family looking for them. Young, beautiful and vulnerable; just the way they like them.” I don’t even realize my hands are clenched hard until my nails dig enough to hurt.
“Was it Willy?” I hiss my question.
“Someone working for him; his recruiter. Promised her a job, a place to stay which she desperately needed. She was too naïve, and he was very good at his job. They didn’t find out she was pregnant until she started showing after almost six months.”
“She accepted being a whore right off the bus while pregnant?” I have little control over my anger.
“Christian, let her tell the story, and reserve your judgement after you heard the whole thing,” Flynn’s voice tries to calm me down.
“The recruiter didn’t say he was running a whoring agency, Christian. He accosted her with a prospect of low rent and possible employment. When the employment” she air quotes again, “didn’t pan out, and the rent, food, and minor expenses was paid by this supposed new friend, he broke her mentally and physically down into her new profession. Usually women who refuse are gang raped. Made feel inferior. Drugged. That way, they’re totally dependent on their pimp.” Ana stops for a minute and inhales. I think this is exactly what Ella went through.
“I have to confess; I didn’t just do this for you. Ella was a woman. A teen mom, all alone, or she thought she was all alone. She was in the hands of predators. Even if she was strong enough to leave that lifestyle, Willy said they had severe punishments for women who tried to run away from their pimps, and almost nobody cares if a prostitute is killed. Willy’s hold on her was you. He said that almost all prostitutes who have kids turn the kid over to Child Protective Services. Ella wanted to keep you. So, he drugged and threatened her that the moment she even thought of running away or go to another pimp, he’d make sure you were taken away. After I heard all of that, I was even more convinced that her honor needed to be rectified as a woman.”
“I should have killed him!” I shout and the crystal vase we’ve purchased in Paris is smashed against the wall. Fifteen seconds later, there’s a knock on the door.
“Is everything okay, sir?” Taylor asks on the other side of the door.
“Yes, Taylor, it is,” Ana replies in a kind voice.  
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, just have Gail come in half an hour with the broom, please,” she replies.
"Ma'am."
“Christian, I want you to come to my office tomorrow,” Flynn’s voice chimes in along with my security detail.
Ana comes closer. “Christian. There are a few things you need to know. Ella loved you and fought to keep you despite all her weaknesses.”
“Maybe she should have given me up!”
“Or maybe she just couldn’t trust the world where all she trusted turned their backs on her. First the boyfriend, then her parents, and then the pimp. You were all she had.” Ana defends her.
“Don’t you get it Ana? It doesn’t matter that I’m all she had. She was high most the time to even realize I existed. I, a 4-year-old child took care of her! She gave up in the end! After all she fought for, she accepted defeat!” There’s nothing but understanding and sympathy in Ana’s eyes.
“Christian, you were her weakness. She couldn’t give you up, but she couldn’t provide you with a decent, normal life, either. In fact, Ella attempted to run three times. The pictures she sent to her family was her effort to go back to them with her tail tucked in. But her pimp squashed it when they came looking for her. He told them that -excuse me for this, ‘the whore is dead’. They were going to look for you which wasn’t good for Willy’s business. So, he said, ‘why do you think the bitch is dead? Because she was a piece of shit mom and didn’t take care of her kid. He died, she killed herself.”
“And they bought it?” I am completely incredulous.

“At grief so deep, the tongue must wag in vain; the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabular of such pain.”
Dante’s Inferno

“They must have, because of how she fought with them to keep you. So, she, never got to see her parents after she left them. Ella was kept in utter desperation. She was a slave to her addictions and to her pimp. As long as she was alive, the pimp would use your existence as a leverage against her. The only way she could find to give you a shot at a normal life out of her own miserable one was to take herself out of your life. That’s why she killed herself, Christian! An ultimate act of maternal love.”
“What?” I can’t recognize my own voice. Shaken to the core with realization that in all her shitty parenting, she really loved me. Yet, I caused her death.
“Christian, you were the only thing that was pure and right in her life. You were the love child, puppy love at that, but love nevertheless. You were the culmination of her hopes and dreams.”
“I was her Achilles heel! She could have had a normal life away from pimps, and johns and drugs had she aborted me…” Ana interrupts.
“She could have also given you up for adoption once you were born. This isn’t on you, Christian! Ella wanted you, like any mom who looks forward to the day she holds her baby in her arms. She made that choice willingly, but when she was trapped in drugs  - mainly heroin, and prostitution, she could only think one way to save you.”
“No! no. no. no.” First, I freeze in place, then I have an uncontrollable shaking take over me. Ana rushes to me and hugs me as tight as she can. My arms don’t cooperate with me to hold her back.

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“Christian, listen to me,” Flynn says firmly. “If Ella was addicted to heroin, whether she had you with her or not, she was already in the clutches of destruction. You know all about addictions. Heroin is stronger than any human tie, any compelling argument, and stronger than any devout religious belief that the addict holds dear. It’s as if the addicts are possessed. They have very little to no capacity to care. Their perception of reality is gone. If Ella had a moment of clarity, she would have realized that. For her to keep you with her in that environment had more negative effects on you than anything else you've experienced afterwards. As for you being aborted or not: There are babies born to teen mothers every day. Those children can very well, go on to live happy lives if the mom has support, or if the baby is adopted by another family. She made choices like we all do every day. We don’t get to blame others. You don’t get to bear the burden of her choices. She paid for it fully, so you can have a life. Would it any way be honoring her if you toss that away?” Words leave me. I must be in shock.
“Christian, talk to me please! Christian!” She holds my face in her hands and looks at me. I just look through her.
“Christian! Look at me! Eyes, baby! Christian! Dr. Flynn, he can’t stop shaking!” shouts Ana, her voice distant. She lightly taps my face with both hands.
“Look me, baby!” she orders, the bossy thing.
“Ana!” with that authoritative call of her name, he gets her attention.
“Yeah!” she says full of attention.
“This is perfectly normal. He’s had a lot to take in, and even for a tough guy like Christian, it’s overwhelming. He’s grieving right now. Give him time. I’ll be there soon,” and he hangs up. How rude!
“Christian!” and she climbs up on my lap, and just locks her lips with mine. Softly first, then almost goading me to take charge, forcefully pulling me up from the depths my soul sunk in, she kisses hard, sucking my lower lip, grazing with her teeth. Her delicious scent permeates my senses. She pushes my hands to my back effectively taking the upper hand. That snaps something inside me and awakens.


I move like a cobra, lift her up and flip her on her back on the sofa, effectively pinning her down.
“Topping from the bottom again, Mrs. Grey?” I murmur into her lips. Sex has always been my coping mechanism. 
“Welcome back,” she whispers, and wraps her legs around my waist. I grab her arms and pin them above her head.
“Mrs. Grey, I’m gonna fuck you seven shades of Sunday!” I effectively pin her under me and expertly move my pelvis on her sex. She can only moan in response.
There’s a loud knock on the door.
“What!?!” I bark.
“Mr. Grey, there’s an important matter that needs your attention.” What could be so important right now?
“My office!” I order.
"Sir," is Taylor's response. 
“You promised seven shades!” Ana protests.
“Rain check for later, baby. I’ll make it worth your while for waiting,” I say gently.
“Christian?” her utterance of my name is loaded with worry, concern, and mad only in the way a woman who didn’t get the seven shades of Sunday sex she is promised. That edge makes me smile.
“You know, I always keep my word, baby. Besides, Flynn should be here soon. Okay?”
“Okay,” she acquiesces after she sees that I’m back in control. As I reach the door, she calls out to me, again.
“Christian!” I look back.
“You are most of all… l’amor che move il sole e alter stele,” she quotes from Dante’s Paradiso. This time my smile has warmth. 
“On the contrary Mrs. Grey, you are the love that moves the sun and the other stars. I never thought I’d identify with all these men tortured by love. Dante, Heathcliff, or even Darcy. You are my Beatrice, Catherine, Elizabeth all bundled in one. My Anastasia.” With that she runs to me, more like jumps me to kiss me with all she got.

*****          *****

“A rapid bolt will rend the clouds apart,
and every single White be seared by wounds.
I tell you this. I want it all to hurt.” 
Dante AlighieriInferno

Two minutes later, I’m in my office.
“I just received a text, sir,” Taylor starts without a preamble. I look at the name, and I don’t recognize it. Pierce the S.
“Who is Pierce?” I ask.
“Mrs. Lincoln’s uh… new friend.”
“You called me here, away from my wife for Elena's sake?” Now, I’m really angry.
“Mr. Grey. Read the text, please."

*Mr. Taylor. Mrs. Lincoln said you are aware of me. I was only to contact you in life and death situations. I think this counts as one: Someone purposely hit her car on the driver's side this afternoon & she's hanging on to life by a thin thread. Help!*

There is a picture of Elena attached to the message looking worse than when Linc beat the shit out of her. Fuck!   


35 comments:

Wava Silva said...

Uau... Tenso demais! Estou amando!

Anonymous said...

I was happy to see you posted another chapter. Can't wait to read more, keep up the good work.

Anonymous said...

So happy to see a new chapter. It seriously cheers me up whenever I see you update. I hope these books never end and you always keep on writing!

WhatWorks said...

And for THIS, Christian and Ana were interrupted? Not even if Mrs. Robinson was discovered on the roof of the Space Needle hanging by her own entrails should she disturb a single moment more of their lives...

Reinee Raman said...

Welcome back can't wait to read more..I hope he sent Taylor to investigate don't go n see her in person..

Annette Tomplait said...

I was looking just yesterday to see if you had updated and here it is. So happy to read it. Can’t wait for the next update. :)

Jeangb said...

Thank you for this update. I’m sure that Christian will eventually get some closure.
So who’s out to hurt Elena? I hope no one suspects Christian.
Looking forward to your next update.

katerina Bunny said...

Now that's a twist! Mrs Robinson again in the story! I'm so happy you continue writing my dear. Can't wait for the next update
Katerina from Greece

Neusa Reis said...
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Neusa Reis said...

I hate Elena Lincoln.I agree with WhatWorks. I hope Christian didnt go. She's not his problem.
Emine, you are the Best. Kisses.

Sheila H. said...

Another brilliant chapter, thank you Emine.

Sandra Castro said...

Emine, como sempre você arrasou!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anciosa por mais um capítulo e também pela continuação sa série PELLA. Por favor me tire dessa angústia rsrsrsrsrs.
Um beijo e muiiiiiito obrigada!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

I love this thank you xx

Sami Sylla said...

Thank you Emine for keep the story alive. Feels like an eternity ***hint hint*** since we've received a new chapter for you. I love reading your stories. You published it on my birthday!! What an awesome birthday gift!!! Thx. I love Christian and Ana's love story. I love the way you've written the POV from Christian as well. Much better than what the original author has written.

Mama Goo said...

What a wonderful surprise! I simply LOVE your story! Great update as Christian & Ana battle with their emotions & feelings. Can't wait to see the drama that Elena has brought to them now!
Love your story!!

Neusa Reis said...
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Eminé Fougner @ Cowboyland said...

The bitch is back! But there is a twist. You'll see :)

WhatWorks said...

Can't wait to see what twists Elena has on offer. Well, I can,but you won't let us... Still, I find myself looking forward to each update with great longing.

Joan Goldman said...

I do believe Ana got through to Christian about his mother and I think he is looking at her in a different light. Is Christian going to look for his mothers family? After all they did try to find them I guess after a moment of clarity? Christian should be grateful to Ana but I guess he will have to think on that for a while.

Please tell me that Christian is not thinking about seeing that plastic Barbie? Ana won't be happy with that but then again she could go with him to piss off said Barbie?

Cláudia Regina Neves said...

Sempre achei que esse inimigo do Grey tinha vários braços,olha ele mostrando uma nova maneira de atormentar o Christian através dessa Helena,sabe que pode abalar o casamento deles. Muito interessante Emine,Parabéns,estou aqui ansiosa para mais!! Beijos!!

Anonymous said...

MORE.... INEED MORE......

annie7632 said...

Hi Emine,
I hope you are well? I have finally caught up on all of the new chapters. All I can say is WOW!!!!
You are doing a great job. I can't wait to read more xx

Rosangela Maria Cabral Corvalan said...

Oh myyy goddd!
I don't believe that.
The bitch is coming...

she is not his problem!!

FOR GOD!!!!

I love this chapter..perfect as always


Love you, my sister!!

<3 <3 <3

Maria Clara said...

Hello Emine,

When are you going to publish Masque?
You write really well. Congratulations and thank you.

Fabiana Antunes said...

Hi Emine ....
I just accessed your blog, and, you rewrote 50 Tons of Liberty by Gray's vision.
I'm from Brazil and its fan.
I am very happy.
I wanted the other books of Alex Pella, I could only read the first Echoes of Eternity. What are the others? The continuation ?

Hugs.

Fabiana Antunes said...

Hi Emine ....
I just accessed your blog, and, you rewrote 50 Tons of Liberty by Gray's vision.
I'm from Brazil and its fan.
I am very happy.
I wanted the other books of Alex Pella, I could only read the first Echoes of Eternity. What are the others? The continuation ?

Hugs.

Fabiana Antunes said...

Hi Emine ....
I just accessed your blog, and, you rewrote 50 Tons of Liberty by Gray's vision.
I'm from Brazil and its fan.
I am very happy.
I wanted the other books of Alex Pella, I could only read the first Echoes of Eternity. What are the others? The continuation ?

Hugs.

Anonymous said...

I hope you post another chapter soon, love reading your blog.

pkzsamy said...

Should have Ana's point of view of book 4 e 5

pkzsamy said...

Should have Ana's point of view of book 4 and 5!

Anonymous said...

Oi Emine, espero que você esteja bem.
A sua fic é a minha favorita de todas muito obrigada por atualizar, estava com saudades.
Neste capítulo fiquei chateada pelo retorno da Elena, eu não gosto dela de forma alguma, sei que mesmo for caminhos tortos ela ajudou o Christian a entrar nos trilhos da vida dele até o ponto onde a Ana entra e esta forma não lhe serve mais, porém mesmo assim pra mim essa mulher é uma pedófila que só serve para atrapalhar a relação do casal. Espero que o Christian não largue tudo e corra atrás de Elena para ajudá-la, pois ele não tem nada haver com a vida dela, não tem nada haver com os problemas dela, e ele fazendo isso só machucaria a Ana. Espero que essa vaca caia em sí e saia da vida deles de uma vez.
Esperarei ansiosa pelo próximo capítulo,por favor não leve muito tempo,já estou com saudades.
Da sua fan Letícia

Crystal Stearns said...

Christian should let the bitch die alone. Ana will be so pissed if he goes. Great chapter.
Crystal
USA

Anonymous said...

I hope all is well with you and your family. Looking forward to a new chapter hopefully soon. Can't wait to read more. Please don't leave us hanging with what happened in the last chapter

Anonymous said...

Oi Emine Como está você.E você Neusa?
Quase todos os dias eu venho aqui com a esperança de ter capítulo novo.
E acho que estou esperando demais de você porque estou ansiosa pela continuação de Masque, de Pella e de Christian Grey.
Você me cativou com a sua escrita e "Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas..." (Saint-Exupery).
Por favor, dê-nos pelo menos um capítulo de alguma das 3 histórias.
Sua fã ansiosa.
Biluca

Anonymous said...

Hope all is well with you and your family and that you continue the story soon. Been almost 3 months since the last chapter was posted.