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But now, with Liam’s flash drive burning a hole in my palm, I finally understood. With a reluctant sigh, I slotted the flash drive into the port. The screen blinked once, twice, then a file popped open automatically. No choice. No options. Just one direction…straight into whatever Liam wanted me to see. The screen loaded, and my stomach twisted. A movie. The bold letters appeared across the screen: Fifty Shades of Grey. My mouth went dry. What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?

When the sun drowned, I started feeling empty. Anna has gone on a holiday with her newfound love. This one will probably last for a month. Sofia is busy. Bella has gone to her house. And Olive. No. She is too young to be in distress. The TV was showing the movie "The pursuit of happiness". Will Smith's acting made me cry. It's the worst choice to watch it now, especially when I was relating hard to his situations. I started imagining the worst cases. What if we get roofless, no house, where I will go with Kiara, what we will eat? How will we survive? I was wiping my tears watching the movie. At least this one helped me to let out my inner grief.

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"You could finally be free from the Greys and possibly gain so much more." She caught my hand again, forcing me to look at her. "What happens here and now is your decision. I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do. But if you don't want to live the rest of your life wondering about your child or what kind of monster he or she might turn out to be, then let us do this for you. Help us get rid of the Greys. Danish and his team already have a perfect plan. Once it goes through, you never have to see the Greys again."

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But why does it hurt? The reception ends and Anthony leads me out of the building, a wave of flower petals covering us as well as the flashes of the camera. I try my best to smile through the entire thing but I feel myself getting dizzy with the amount of flashes and hurry to get to the car that is waiting. I successfully got myself into the car and crawled all the way to the left side of the car, where Anthony would never dare to sit. I close my eyes and start to calm myself down, remembering why I hate the papparazzi. Anthony sits in the car and slams the door shut, “Get us home, pronto. My wife and I have things to do.”

"No! Stay the fuck away from me!" "Hold him," Grey commanded, completely unfazed. The guards swarmed me instantly. Two sets of iron hands pinned my shoulders against the concrete floor, pushing down with crushing force. I thrashed wildly, screaming and kicking, the chains ripping into my bleeding wrists as I tried to break free. "Let go of me! You piece of shit! Let me go!" Grey calmly took the heavy iron rod from the guard's hands. The intense heat radiated against my face as he stepped closer, looking down at me with unyielding, merciless eyes.