A/N : I'm so sorry for the time I took to post that chpater, I'll try to make it up to you! :) What an answer to the previous chapter! Thank you very much everyone! This one is shorter than usual, I'm sorry, but I wanted to end it on a sad note. Don't worry, it'll get better :) I hope you'll like that chapter as much as the previous one and please, do tell me what you thought of it :) Enjoy!

Paris

"Harold, we have to do something. Jenny Humphrey came to me last week, I had to tell her the truth. Cornelia is looking for her family – us." Eleanor said to Harold. They were both sitting on her couch, alone in the living room. Cyrus had business to deal with in the center of Paris and Roman was wherever you could find some couture.

"Tell me everything you know." She did tell him everything and then silence fell. Harold needed time to think about the best strategy to adopt. He missed the granddaughter he never had the opportunity to meet more than he should, and it had ached each day of his life since her birth in his stomach.

"Besides, Serena called me, she's worried about Blair's health. Chuck noticed it first but when you take a closer look at her, she's way thiner than she used to be. I fear that-" she carried on.

"I know," Harold cut her off. "let's hope it's not. What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to call Blair to check on her and I may go to Monaco. Jenny won't say a word because I believe she understood our reasons, I'll talk to her later this week. What about Cornelia? We can't stop her, we can't talk to her. I don't know what to do." Eleanor said. She was nervously fidgeting with a bracelet Henry made her for her birthday. She blamed herself because whenever she looked at Henry's angelic face, she saw Blair's and suddenly, she saw Cornelia's. Henry had an elder sister, she could have watched over him, she could have been here for him during his mom's long naps.

"We are not going to do anything. Easiest way, I guess." Eleanor nodded, she agreed with Harold even though she had a bitter taste in her mouth. That Cornelia girl was her granddaughter after all – and she had dreamed to have a granddaughter so as to dress her like a doll. Eleanor Waldorf had never been a loving mother, she didn't always make the right choices for her daughter, she hadn't always been here for her when she had needed her but inside of her hard shell, she loved them with all her heart.

"Allo?"

"Louis? It's Eleanor. I'd like to talk to Blair, please." Eleanor said. She was surprised Blair didn't pick up her phone.

"She's taking a nap. I'll tell her to call you back, if you want." Louis sounded as polite as ever. Even if Eleanor had liked him a lot when he appeared in Blair's life because he seemed saner than Chuck, his politeness and all started to get on her nerves.

"Of course. Tell her I'll come to pay you all a visit soon. It's been ages since the last time I've seen my grandson and my daughter. Take care, Louis." She hung up. She thought she had started to loathe him the day Cornelia was born, when she saw Blair's sad face. If he hadn't come to New York to chase after her, she would have come back to Chuck eventually, or to somebody else. The problem, when you marry a Prince, is that it isn't easy to get a divorce and in Blair's mind, a divorce is a failure. A few months, a few years with another who wouldn't have proposed and she would have come back to Chuck, or she would have just stayed with him and Cornelia and maybe, they'd live a happy life.

"Don't be a bitch to him, she loves him." Harold said to Eleanor as he put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I'm not even sure she still loved him after Cornelia's birth." she said in a grim voice. Harold didn't comment because he couldn't agree more. Blair had had Chuck's baby in her belly for nine months, she had grown to love that baby, to make plans for her, for her little threesome – Chuck, Louis and her. She had wanted nothing more than everybody's happiness, that's how she ended up a ghost of herself.

Upper East Side, Manhattan

"Serena!" somebody shouted as Serena Humphrey was walking down the streets of New York. She turned around, expecting some paparazzi, but saw a man she had loved and still loved as a brother.

"Nate! What are you doing in New York? Where're Raina and the kids?" she beamed a smile and it felt like the whole world was lightened up. Nate smiled too. They were the golden kids of the Upper East Side, the dream of many persons. She was stunning, tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed and well... He was the same, for a man. Together, they had stood for the American dream, the perfect couple with its perfect flaws. But the time when they had sex in a bar was over.

"Nice to see you too, S. Raina, Angie and Taylor stayed in Chicago. What I came for is something quite sad. I have to talk to you, that's why I came down here. Is there somewhere we can talk, in private?" he murmured. Serena winced and her smile faded. Nate wasn't the kind of guy to worry for nothing and if he had traveled from Chicago to New York to talk to her, it must have been pretty important.

"Sure. Let's go to my penthouse, up there." she showed him the entrance of the palace where she was living with Dan and her daughters. "You're lucky, I was going on a shopping trip and I wouldn't have been home until seven pm." Nate faked a smile of approval but didn't say a word. They got in the place and took the elevator in silence. Serena opened her door and let Nate get in. He didn't take the time to carefully look at the magnificent place but followed Serena to the living room where they sat on the same couch.

"So, what's on your mind?" Serena finally broke the silence.

"Chuck. I sent him to a friend of mine who is a doctor because he was complaining about some pain in his belly and that he wasn't feeling well. I thought it was nothing, the usual sobering pain but it lasted more than usual. Two months ago, my friend called me to ask about Chuck's past as an alcoholic. He didn't tell me anything. I called him over and over but he wouldn't say a word so I made some research." He paused. He pinched his nose between his fingers and sighed. Serena started to fear the worst about Chuck's health.

"Nate, don't stop. I want to know the whole story." she said. She sounded a bit threatening.

"Chuck may have a liver disease. If so, he needs a liver transplantation and to be compatible, you need to be from his closest family, or lucky. I came to New York to tell you and to go through exams to check my own compatibility with him. If you want to do the same, it may be useful to his survival. I think that experience would show him how frail his health is and maybe, he would stop drinking that much." Nate said. Serena held back a shriek. Chuck was sick. She was sure of that. Her Chuck, her stepbrother, the love of her best friend's life was sick.

"Are you sure? Don't you think we can make something to convince your friend to tell us the truth to help him best?" Serena worried.

"I don't know, that's why I'm here. I want to see him in person. Come with me, we can convince him. Wear something sexy, he really likes women, he's a forever bachelor." Serena smiled and headed to her dressing where she put on a small dress and her favorite Louboutin. She took a deep breath as she exited her room to join Nate who was waiting for her. She didn't want to believe it but a voice in her told her Chuck was really sick and no money, no scheme would save him.

Monaco

"Mommy! It's time to wake up!" Henry said as he jumped on his mother's bed. Blair opened her sleepy eyes and smiled when she saw her son's face. He looked exactly like her, only his eyes were Louis's. She opened her arms and he hurried in to cuddle on her lap. She hugged him as tight as her strength allowed her to.

"How are you, sweet pea? What do you want to do today?" she asked him. Her voice was still sleepy but she tried to sound as warm as possible. Henry was suspecting something was wrong with his mother's health but he didn't say a word about it. He loved his mother more than anyone in this world and when he saw his father with that tall and dark woman the other day, he started to be scared for the future of his family.

"Chess?" he proposed.

"Sure. Go get the chessboard, I'll get dressed and we'll play in the garden if you want." Henry smiled and headed to his room. Blair stood up and walked to the bathroom. Her legs were shaking, she should have eaten something this morning but she wasn't hungry. Those times, she was never hungry.

She closed the door behind her and stared at herself, naked, in the mirror. She had lost pounds, you could almost see her ribs. Her breasts were like a prepubescent's. She wanted to cry but her tears were dry, she couldn't. She had everything she had ever dreamed about. She lived in a fairytale and many girls and women were jealous of her. She married a Prince. She had a wonderful son. She lived in a palace. She was bound to become Queen of Monaco. She had as much clothes as she wanted. She was friend with all the it girls and it boys in that world.

But there was no fire burning in her anymore. No passion. No hatred. No Chuck.

So? Next chapter, you'll get more UES, Chuck and some Monaco :)

Nyah-Cullen