The Shell of My Love One

SNEEK PEEK...

I sat in my office, auditioning all the girls that had answered to my request. After the tragic death of Anastasia Steele, I couldn't bring myself to let her go. I had decided to offer four million dollars to a woman who would agree to undergo countless of plastic surgeries so that I could have a night to be reunited with my dear Anastasia Steele.

Dozens of women had walked into my office that day, but none had come close to the woman I adored. Some were too tall, some were just way off.

Then a girl walked in: blue eyes, nice skin, and dark hair. I knew with a lot of plastic surgeries she would look like Ana.

"What is your name?" I demanded.

"Jessica Gill."

"Well, Jessica, you've been selected."