Oh, God! Is it really her? Has she finally returned to Tinos?

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A long time ago Christian's grandmother had shown him a book. In it, was a picture of her! And… they had a painting. How is it possible? She looked exactly like the picture in that book. But how? The legend, is it true? The curse, is it true also? Christian's mind was on overdrive! He never believed in those stories. But right in front of him, was standing a gorgeous woman of flesh and blood, who seemed to fit it all. Was she the one?

The second Ana felt her hand connect with his, she also felt something. It was like she knew him from somewhere? But she has never met him before in her life?! While looking in his eyes, she immediately felt a connection. And in those beautiful eyes she saw a very good man before her.

She didn't understand it! How can she possibly know what kind of man he was inside? But she just knew. In his eyes, she also saw pain. An unbearable pain that he has been living with his whole life, so he build a strong wall around himself, not letting anyone in. He tried to hide it, but she saw a good but broken man before her.

"Okay, Mr. Grey. Can I have my hand back now?" she asked softly.

Her father was watching them both and saw something going on between them. 'Oh boy' he thought.

"Oh, sorry. Of course." Christian replied and placed his hand in his pocket. He was totally knocked out by his 'discovery'.

They both took a seat, while Ana nervously ran her hand through her hair.

"So, what do you think of Tinos so far, Miss Steele?" Christian asked.

"Oh, please. Call me Ana." She said with a smile on her pretty face.

"Okay, Ana." He replied.

Ana's father watched the two and felt like a 5th wheel. He really didn't expect them to click right away. To be honest, he wasn't expecting them to click at all. Sighing deeply, he decided to accept it. There's nothing he could do to prevent what's happening right now. There was no way.

"Well, up until now I love this place! Thank you for inviting us, Mr. Grey." She responded.

"Christian." he corrected.

"Oh, yes. Christian. Thank you." She said.

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They had a very nice dinner. The food was amazing; Ana enjoyed Grecian food. After dinner, they talked a bit more, while Mr. Steele drank a lot of wine. At one point, Christian and Ana laughed, cause her father was drunk and almost fell asleep at the table.

Christian helped the older man up the stairs and laid him on his bed. Ana thanked him and walked him out.

When they were in the hallway, he looked over at Ana and noticed that she was furrowing her brows.

"What is it, Ana?" He asked curiously.

"Well, this afternoon I walked outside the hotel to take a picture of the church nearby. And I saw an old woman. She was looking at me, like she recognized me and she called me Agathe. It was so weird! I told her that my name was Ana, but she insisted that my name was Agathe. She grabbed my hands and squeezed it tightly, saying that I have returned. She kept holding onto me and said a prayer. She was thanking the Gods for bringing me back. Do you… maybe know what that was about?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

Christian sighed deeply and closed his eyes for a few seconds.

"So you do know." Ana stated.

"Yes, I do. But I have to show you, cause you're not going to believe me if I'd just tell you." He replied.

"Okay, it's not that late. I really wanna know what she was talking about." She said curiously.

"Okay then, lets go." He said and offered her his hand.

She looked at it for a split second, and without hesitation Ana placed her small hand in his.

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Ana left a note for her dad, in case he'd wake up and would look for her. The drive to the villa was nice. Christian told her about his island; she was listening to him with undivided attention. When Christian's home came into view, Ana's mouth fell slightly open. The gate was wide and shiny. The property was huge, it had a long entrance way. The property was well lit with street lanterns. It was so well lit that she could clearly see the blooming flowers on both sides of the entrance way. Roses on one side and orchids on the other.

"So beautiful!" Ana exclaimed.

The villa was gorgeous and huge. The garden had a lot of trees and a whole lot of flowers. All kinds of colors, shapes and sizes.

"Gorgeous!" she said.

Christian smiled and said. "Glad you like it."

He watched her reaction and found her so endearing. She looked like a little girl. The wind made the leaves of the trees go from left to right.

As she stepped out of the limo, Christian helped her out. They walked towards the front door and it opened before they could knock. Christian introduced her to his butler. She immediately liked him.

He also showed her the living room; it was huge of course! The interior was classic and beautiful.

"Would you like a drink, Ana?" Christian asked.

"Yes, I'd like a coke please." She answered, while staring her eyes out.

The place was very impressive. After the butler brought her the coke, Christian said.

"Okay, we came here for a reason. Let's go into the library, shall we?" he asked.

Ana took a sip of her coke and followed him, while her heart rammed against her rib cage. Christian had a expressionless look on his face. She wondered what that was about.

Stepping into the library, a sudden strange feeling came over her. He turned around and faced her. With a certain look on his face, he said.

"Look up, Ana."

She did look up… and saw it. She couldn't believe her eyes! She gasped out loud, her mouth fell open and her eyes almost popped out. No, it couldn't be. No, this was… it was impossible.

Christian gave Ana some time to let it sink in. She was frozen at her spot and couldn't utter anything. Her mind went on overdrive.

'Who was this Agathe person? Was this the reason why the old woman believed that she was me? And why in heaven's name did Agathe look exactly like me?' she thought.

All kinds of questions popped into her head, but she just didn't have a logical explanation.

'Okay, maybe it was a prank? But why? If… if the painting was not of Agathe, but of me. How and why did someone made a painting of me?' she thought.

Christian sat patiently in a chair and knew that she was in total shock. She probably had a dozen questions. He looked at the woman before him and mentally slapped himself. She was here just for 7 weeks. It was foolish to believe that she has come here for him. Aargh! He never believed in the curse, never believed in the legend. They were just stories made up for strangers. They weren't true. But if you'd think about it: each and every ancestor of his was always very unlucky in love.

His mother was Greek and fell in love with an American tourist. They had a powerful romance and had gotten married; but before he was born his father died in a speed boat crash. His mother never got over him and disappeared one day, leaving him with his grandmother. He never saw his mother again after that. Yes, he had an American name but his mom was fully Greek.

He must be losing his mind! But his family always had to endure pain and sorrow. But is it, because of the curse? Is that the reason, why he and his ancestors before him experienced only tragedy in their lives. Sighing deeply, he thought about his own life. About his ex-wife, a woman who loved herself more than anything else. He wished that he'd never met her. Demetrios; thinking about him, made his throat close up… What happened to Demetrios was one of the greatest tragedies in his family history…

He must be losing his mind, but… maybe just maybe the curse is real? If you add everything up, it looked like it was real. Plus the fact that Ana is here. In the book was written that Agathe will return. But never in his wildest dreams, did he ever think it would happen.

He never believed, but it all added up. Ana fits the whole 'profile'. But if the curse is real and he should try to break it with Ana's help, how will he possibly do it? He's forgotten how to even attempt to win someone's heart. Come to think of it; he never was that forward. His ex-wife was the one who had done her best to win over his heart, not the other way around.

At the moment, he's single. He doesn't go out much, he just works his butt off. He doesn't have a hobby. To the world, was he a boring, wealthy man?

Christian shook his head, cause he really didn't know what to believe anymore.

"Ana, please take a seat?" he politely asked.

She stammered a 'yeah, OK' and took a seat, but her eyes were still plastered on the painting.

"Do you have any questions?" he politely asked.

She looked down and put her hands on her hips." So, uhum… this is a prank, right?"

He chuckled and replied."Nope, I am not the kind of man to do pranks."

"But, but… if this… this isn't a prank. Who… who is the painting of?" she asked nervously.

"Agathe, an ancestor of mine." He replied.

"But, how—how is that possible? How? Why?" she stammered.

"Why does she look exactly like you?" he asked.

Ana nodded, because she was too shocked to answer.

Christian got up, walked to the bar and poured some whisky for her. He walked back towards her and sat in his chair again.

"You probably don't drink this strong, but I am sure that you're going to need it. Here you go." He said and handed her the drink.

As a sigh escaped her lips, Ana accepted the drink without asking why.

"We have this book. It's about my ancestors and on certain pages we can read about a 'family curse'. I will translate it for you, OK?" he said.

As those words reached Ana's ears, she only nodded in agreement, unable to answer the question.


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