My dear little broccolis💚💚💚

💚 So, this story is dedicated to two particular authors with whom I have briefly touched on those issues, and who make amazing stories. paleseptember10 & Krooela. Go check them out, you won't regret it.

💚 Fallen Angel💚

How would have Christian Grey's life turned out if the Greys had intervened when Elena tried to sink her claws into him? Would he still be the same man as we know, or someone completely different ...

‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️

‼️Romance/Angst/Drama/Lemons‼️

‼️AS/CG/The Greys/The Steeles/Jack Hyde/Elena Lincoln‼️

💚 READ & REVIEW, DON'T BE A SILENT READER 💚

Chapter 63: Lost Paradise (K)

Christian's PoV

It's been a month.

Thirty days.

Thirty fucking long days since she left without a trace.

She disappeared from the surface of the earth. No calls. No emails. No messages. Nothing. She just left. As if we never existed. As if I never existed.

The first few days were a blur. I told myself she needed space. That she'd cool down, come back, reach out. But every hour that passed, every minute of deafening silence, chipped away at that lie.

By the end of the first week, I stopped waiting for my phone to light up with her name. By the end of the second, I stopped checking my email. By the end of the third, I stopped sleeping.

Now? Now I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I wake up. Go to work. Go to the gym. Take Lola for a walk. Come home. Repeat. A robotic cycle, void of meaning. Because what the hell is the point when the only person who made life worth living is gone?

Two days after her departure, Hyde informed me that she left SIP. Just like that. No notice. No explanation. Nothing. He doesn't know what it means for me. He doesn't know our relationship.

Well—he must have. We were plastered across so many gossip rags, our faces smeared across pages filled with bullshit and speculation. He had to have known. That's why he told me. That's why he made a point to say it.

Anastasia Steele is gone. Not just from me. From everything.

How the fuck does someone just disappear like that?

She knows I bought SIP for her. She knows why I did it. And yet she left as if it meant nothing. As if I meant nothing.

The walls of my penthouse have never felt this empty. My bed, a cold stretch of sheets I barely sleep in anymore. The silence—it's deafening. No soft giggles, no teasing remarks, no wide-eyed defiance.

Just the ticking of the clock. Just the weight of her absence. This is my life now. A hollow, endless loop of nothing. And she's still nowhere.

Right now, I'm looking at my screen, pretending I'm not staring at the icon of my personal email, willing a notification to appear. Nothing. Just like the past thirty days.

Lately, Ros has been taking over more. I'm useless beyond the basics—signing off on things that require my name, sitting through meetings I barely absorb. I show up, I exist, but that's it.

Dad tried to talk to me last week after I started ditching our weekly family brunches. He came armed with words like moving on and maybe it's for the best. What a load of bullshit. I didn't bother to answer him, and eventually, he left. Elliott, on the other hand, is harder to shake.

The door to my office swings open, and I don't even have to look up to know it's him.

"Mr. Grey is busy," Andrea starts, but Elliott grins at her and waves her off.

"I'll announce myself, thanks," he says cheerfully, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

I grit my teeth as he strides toward me like he owns the place. He's the one I've been avoiding the most—because of Kate.

Kate, who hasn't asked me a single damn thing about Ana. Kate, who hasn't run a single PR piece about her sudden disappearance. Kate, who, according to Elliott, is still in contact with Ana. Ana, who told her we're done. The words lodge in my chest like shrapnel.

We're not fucking done.

Elliott drops into the chair by the window, kicking his feet up on the small table like he doesn't have a care in the world.

"So? How are you going to avoid me now?"

"Fuck off, Elliott."

He smirks, unbothered. "You know that no matter how I feel about Kate, you're still my brother. Annoying, stubborn, and pigheaded, but my brother nonetheless."

I say nothing, flipping open a file, pretending to read. Elliott sighs,

"Christian... you need to talk to someone. You're not the first person to suffer from a bad breakup."

"We're not broken up."

He gives me a look. "When the girl ghosts you—"

"I could find her if I wanted to," I snap. "It's just a bad patch. I fucked up, and when she's ready to hear me, I'll apologize."

Elliott leans forward, shaking his head. "You didn't just fuck up, Christian. You betrayed the faith she had in you. I mean, don't go accusing people of being responsible for their own assault."

I glare at him, but I don't respond.

So Ana has been talking to Kate. And Kate has been talking to Elliott.

Elliott doesn't seem fazed by my silence. He just leans back in the chair and starts humming under his breath. It's grating. It's intentional. It works. I snap.

"I don't care what she says. Until she tells me to my face, we're not broken up! She can't ghost me! I don't care how much of this is my fault—if she wants to leave me, she needs to say it! She needs to give us closure! So you can tell Kate to give her that message!"

My breath is ragged, my pulse hammering in my skull. Elliott just watches me, all amusement gone. But he doesn't say I'm wrong. Because I'm not. And worse, now, I Amy have the closure I didn't want.

❌PLEASE DO NOT COPY, DOWNLOAD OR SHARE THIS ANYWHERE OTHER THAN HERE❌

.~°~. .~°~. .~°~.

💚Your thoughts and opinions are always welcomed💚

💚 So ... I'm sorry for the delay, there was a birth in the family friends circle and you know, babies take all the time you had carefully planned, haha.

💚 But what did you think?

💚 And don't forget, the first two books of From Duty to Love are out now! It would mean the world to me if you could check them out and support my journey. 💖

💚 E L James owns the names of the characters from the Fifty Shades franchise, Everything else is mine (including the mistakes and grammar errors).

Love, Mina 💚💚💚