A/N: First of all, thank you very much for all your reviews! I think I answered you all (If I forgot someone, I'm sorry!). Now, here is the second chapter. I'll post next week (chapter 3 is already written, I'm starting chapter 4). So, enjoy this chapter and do not forget to leave me a review to tell whatever you think! :) By the way, I'm still looking for a beta reader, if anyone's interested...

Upper East Side, Manhattan.

"Gosh Dan! It's your son, get out of the bed and go ease him up. Now." Serena groaned under the light blue silk sheets.

"It's 3 am! You're his mother, damn God!" Dan muttered. He grabbed the sheets and pulled them to his side so Serena was uncovered.

"I freaking hate you, Daniel Humphrey." she growled as she got out of bed. Her hair was messy as her silk nightgown but when Dan opened an eye to watch her go, he couldn't hold back a smile. How could Serena Van der Woodsen have accepted to marry him, the ultimate outsider? She could have had Nate or any rich, handsome Prince of Manhattan or any other town but she chose him and you know what? He found it awesome. He loved her, more everyday, if it was even possible. He loved each part of her, her infinite long legs, her bright smile, her blue eyes, her blond hair, the way she taunted him, she teased him when he got home late in the night and she was eager when he was tired. He loved her and that was purely amazing.

"I love you too, S!" he shouted at her when she banged the door shut. She made a loud groan but he could almost see her wide smile. They got married ten years ago on the beach in the Hamptons with all their closest friends and family. Of course, Blair was maid of honor and she was incredible in a pale purple low-necked Valentino dress. B had been dreading this wedding for months because it would have been the first time in too many years that she'd see Chuck Bass again. But when he didn't show up, she expected herself to feel relieved, but she didn't. She wanted to see Chuck, to check on him. She read the newspaper – she thought a lady should be aware of everything that's going on in the world -, she knew Bass Industries' stock markets were flourishing.

"Serena, why are you dressed? It's 3 am and -" Dan started when he saw Serena hurrying in their room, fully dressed and preoccupied.

"Chuck went by earlier in the night, Carole told him we were sleeping so he took off but he was smelling alcohol. Something must be wrong, I need to go to the Empire." she grabbed her purse and was about to leave when Dan stood up and forced her not to.

"When have you become so preoccupied by Chuck's behavior?" he asked.

"Why do you keep asking me that? You know the answer. Since Blair left. Since their baby died in a private clinic in Switzerland. Since Blair decided not to tell him anything about it." She sighed. She felt so guilty about Chuck. She thought he should have known about Blair's pregnancy but somehow, she was glad he hadn't. During two months after Blair's wedding, Chuck was wrecked. Nate took him on a trip from brothel to brothel all around the world but everyone knew that even though Chuck had let go Blair for her own sake, that it was kind of his choice, Chuck Bass would never be the same. What if he had learned he had a child with Blair? What if he had learned that said child was dead? He surely wouldn't have survived it.

"Take care. I'll handle things with Blake 'till you're back. I might have to wake Emily up to help me. Gosh, that seven year old girl knows how to handle her sister way better than I do." Dan started to complain. Serena rolled her eyes and smiled. He smiled back, he made her smile and that was one of the best things he had done this morning.

"Of course. Go back to sleep." she kissed him goodbye and left their penthouse. She didn't want to worry Dan but everyday she feared she received the call that'd announce her Chuck's death. Blair was the only one who could bring him back on the right path when he was on the verge of falling off the cliff. Serena had given orders so he wasn't allowed to go alone – and drunk – on rooftops. She hated that role. She was becoming a mix of Blair and her mother, ugh.

"Good morning, Mrs Humphrey." Cedric, one of Chuck's employees at the Empire, greeted her as she entered the lobby of the hotel. "Mr Bass came back to the Empire one hour ago, he smelled vodka."

"Thank you, Cedric. I'm going to check on him. Did he say anything in particular?" she asked him.

"He muttered the same old world." he sighed. Cedric had been working for Chuck for seventeen years and he had seen Serena, Nate and Dan rushing in many times to check on Chuck or to support him when he was at his worst.

"Blair." Serena concluded. She made a sad smile and rushed to the elevator. There was no time to waste. She went straight to Chuck's penthouse and she found him drunk on the couch.

"Chuck... What did you do this time?" she asked him. He opened one eye and sighed when he realized who was there. He groaned and held on to the bottle of scotch Serena was trying to take away.

"Leave me alone, sis." he growled.

"Yeah, so you can die on the floor of your penthouse." she said wryly.

"At least Blake and Emily will inherit something worthy of their beauty and social level." he spat. She breathed in, he was insulting Dan and she wouldn't have been able to bear it if he hadn't been so wrecked.

"Chuck, what happened? I thought you were starting to move on. What was her name? Elena? Ellen?" she pulled a strain of hair away of his eyes. He looked like a lost puppy. She suddenly remembered the times when he was the one to come to her rescue, with Blair and Nate. Those times were over. Their non-judging club had split out when Blair Waldorf died to come back to life as Blair Grimaldi.

"She is not happy. I saw her on television tonight, she was at a party with Louis and her stepmother. She is not happy, and it is all because of me. I let her go. I gave up and now, she is half the strong and powerful woman she used to be, as I'm half the man I used to be with her... I made a mistake, sis. She is not happy..." he was delirious. She tried to soothe him and to force him to go to bed but he wouldn't let her. He was fighting back.

"Chuck, it may have been a bad day for her. I heard Roman's in the hospital, she must be sick worried about him. She's fine, I swear it. Now go to bed, get some sleep and we'll talk about it tomorrow. I'll call Eleanor and then Blair if you want me to. I have a rough day tomorrow, please, Chuck!" she pleaded.

"Rough day? What do you have to do? Fly to Hollywood and play the idiotic blond you are? What an awful life, sis!" he spat out wryly. That time, she was hurt. She slapped him in the face and took off. Who was he to talk to her this way? She came here to help!

"Burn in hell, motherchucker basshole!" she shouted from the elevator. It didn't hurt his feelings. He smiled. Yeah, he was a motherchucker basshole, one of a kind. But he would always remain her motherchucker basshole. Serena was wrong, he had seen it in Blair's eyes, she wasn't happy. Since when had she gotten so thin? If he treated her wrong... Chuck swore he would find out the truth because it didn't really matter whether he was happy, but her happiness was on top of his priority.

Paris

"I'm sorry, miss. I'm not allowed to tell you who bought that ring. I'd like to help you, but I really don't know." The umpteenth jeweler told Cornelia. She had heard that speech like a thousand times, each time it broke a tiny piece of hope in her heart. That ring was her only heirloom from her biological mother who had made everything she could so that she'd never be found. Cornelia had spent the last four days going jewelry to jewelry, she begged the woman at the center of adoption to show her her file. She did, it had been emptied. By who? That was the one zillion dollars question.

"I get it. Thanks for your help." she said. The jeweler smiled to her and smiled back. Keep smiling, keep pretending. Who were her parents? Why did they abandon her? She couldn't believe a woman who received such a ring wasn't loved enough by someone to accept the fact she had a daughter from another man.

"Hey you!" Cornelia heard somebody scream behind her as she walking down the streets. She turned around to see a young girl running after her on high heels.

"Did I forget something in the jewelry?" Cornelia asked, because she couldn't figure out any other reason why that girl would be chasing after her.

"No. My boss saw at the jewelry. She saw the ring. She told to run after you to tell you to dig deeper. The ring is a Harry Winston, she'd seen such a ring many years ago, in New York." the girl told Cornelia.

"What's her name? What's your name? How does she-"

"I'm not sure I'm allowed to say that. She just told me to run after you." the girl cut her off. She looked slightly embarrassed. "But," she added "If you can be at the Ritz in two hours, you might be able to see her. If you do, we've never had this conversation. I love my job, do you get it?"

"Of course, I'll be there. Thanks." The girl nodded and ran back to the jewelry. Cornelia couldn't believe her ears... She might be on the right track after all. She also couldn't believe her eyes, how could that young thin girl walk and run on such high heels?

Next chapter: The Queen may not like Blair, and even though Cornelia may be in the right track, her path can't be easy.

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Nyah-Cullen