Does Christian Die In Fifty Shades Freed นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I just stared back at Miranda, who kept on raining curses at me as Skyler dragged her out. "I will try to get her to calm down," Skyler said. I didn't reply but Xander nodded. She was devastated, as was I. This revenge didn't seem as sweet as I had imagined. Mr Christian Reynolds' time of death was 6:57 pm on the 27th of December 20**. I sat down, taking some time to digest everything. My hands clenched, things should not happen this way. I wasn't the cause of his death. According to Xander, he was getting significantly weaker these past 4 years.

She begged, and my eyebrows came together in confusion. Fake pregnancy? Well if this isn’t a shocking turn of events. “You were even working for him?” Christian’s voice came off as total confusion with a mixture of anger. “And wait, you were never pregnant? I knew it, God Caroline if you don’t get the hell out of my sight right now, I would…..Fuck!” He cursed, removed his tie, and unbuttoned the first button on his shirt. “Take it easy…..”Khalid continued to make him feel better, while the audience watched in total confusion.

His skin went pale, the hand holding his phone began to shake. “An accident? No… no, she just left for the hospital,” Christian whispered, his voice cracking as his knees buckled. “An accident? No… no that can’t be right, she just left for the hospital,” Christian whispered, his voice cracking as his knees buckled. He slid straight down to the floor, as a broken sob tore out of his chest. “She’s dead.”

Elizabeth POV I couldn’t believe it. The words from the TV anchor kept repeating in my head like a broken record, but my body refused to move. I stood frozen in the middle of the aisle, supplies scattered at my feet — bandages, antiseptic wipes, little tubes of ointment. Everything I had grabbed for my babies’ wounds. None of it mattered now. Christian is dead. The screen showed twisted metal, flashing emergency lights, and a photo of him — my Christian — looking sharp and powerful in one of his suits. The kind of photo they used when important people died.

“Jet lag? Should have thought of a better excuse. Let me guess. You were either searching for a lead yourself or… you couldn’t make up your mind if you should come here at all or not. Good for you, she isn’t here…” I knew I shouldn’t pay attention to Christian’s words. But maybe he was right. I peered at my palm. The warmth from her arm was still afresh on my skin. Christian contemplated me and then spoke after a long pause. “Hmm. I wonder where she is. What will the media say about her absence from the wedding? After all, she is Joshua’s best friend and beta… tsk. Tsk! Tsk! Can it be true? Do you think…” Christian lowered his voice. “Do you think she was fucking him? Poor girl. Couldn’t bea

He heard me. Christian scoffed, loud and obnoxious. “Don’t listen to her,” he said, arms crossed, voice low with amusement. “You’ve already come this far. Might as well finish the damn job.” I turned toward him, furious. “Christian!” “What?” He shrugged, completely unbothered. “Guy kidnapped Evelyn, nearly blew up half our alliances, and tried to kill me.” His gaze shifted back to Tyler. “Rip the bastard’s heart out. I’ll buy you a beer afterward.”

And strapped to a heavy iron chair behind her—Christian. My chest clenched; I crashed toward the screen, palms slapping the glass table. “Christian!” He was awake, but his head hung low, blood running from his temple down his jaw. His suit was ruined, shirt soaked in red where the flex-cuffs cut his wrists behind him. But as the camera shifted, he lifted his head. His dark eyes—burning—locked right onto mine. Straight through the lens. Not looking for his father. Not at Rebecca. Only me.

The shards flew across the air, and one of them reflected the crimson in his eyes. Calmly, I said, “Time to wake up, Christian.” Christian trembled. He tried to stand, desperate to look at me properly, but his legs gave way and he crashed to his knees. What showed on his face was not pain, however. Only joy born from unbearable grief. His voice shook with the ecstasy of finding something he thought he had lost. “I knew you weren’t dead! They lied to me, but I didn’t listen to them. You love me! You’d forgive anything I did. You’d never leave me! I’ve been waiting, and you’re here. You’re not mad at me anymore, are you…”

Christian is still in that position. The position where he was on top of Natasha's body. Staring at the girl's face with his heart beating increasingly erratic. He wanted to get up, but his chest felt very strange. "Ah!" Christian squealed, clutching his right chest. Doctor Nick Brown watches as Christian groans. He immediately helped Christian quickly get up. Christian sat down while Natasha was still on the bed. Now she felt something strange. It was clear that Phillips was here, but this man made her feel the presence of Philips, who had been dead for five years.

How can I just allow her to give up like that? Christian remains calm on the other end, but I can tell he’s unsure of what to do. If he were here, he would have held me tight and listened to my worries. But work has him on the other side of the world and unable to comfort me. “I’m so mad that I can’t be there, baby girl,” he groans. “But I’ll be there soon, I promise.” “What do I do, Christian? How do I accept her decision to just die like this? She’s come so far and fought when she shouldn’t have been fighting. Why did she decide this?” I sob, holding my legs closer to my chest.