"Absolutely not! We've talked about this, Papa!" Andrei Ivanov grunted irritably as he lowered his towering frame on the burgundy camelback sofa in the den of his ancestral home in Glen Eagles, north of Rock Castle.
Surprisingly, Pavel, the Ivanovs' longtime butler, dressed in a dark suit and not a hair out of place, remained unfazed by the tension in the room. The same way Andrei's father, Nikolai, sat unperturbed behind his vintage desk as he gazed back at him, "Yes, you will cancel your flight." Massaging his temples to stave off a looming headache, Andrei explained—yet again—why he couldn't cancel his flight the following evening, citing every excuse he could think of. When that didn't work, he doubled down and lit a cigarette, taking long, deep puffs before addressing his father again in a much firmer tone, "You've known about my move to Moscow for a while now. It's happening, with or without your approval. I suggest you get on board fast!" "I'm sorry, but I can't do that," Nikolai stubbornly refused, lacing his hands behind his head as he nonchalantly reclined in his seat. "I can't sign off on your little vacation—" "It's not a little vacation. This is my life we're talking about!" Andrei said, blowing out a thick cloud of smoke through his nostrils. "Your life is right here with me," countered Nikolai. Seething, Andrei shook his head, "No, Papa, we agreed my stay in Rock Castle would only be for a year. I've done everything you've asked of me, appeased the investors, and made nice with all our business partners—" Nikolai cut in as he sat up and steepled his hands, "And your hard work has not gone unnoticed." "So, what is this then? Why are you trying to keep me here?" Andrei demanded as he rubbed his tired eyes. They'd been at it for over an hour now, and to say he was exhausted was putting it mildly. How a farewell dinner had turned into a battle of wills was beyond him. He didn't need his father's permission to move back to Moscow. But he'd hate leaving on a sour note. "Drei, listen to me," Nikolai said, sounding just as drained. "I understand you have a life overseas, but I need you here." "Need me here? For what exactly? The family runs like a well-oiled machine, and I can manage the company from our Moscow office," Andrei pushed back as he buttoned up his suit jacket, preparing to leave. He'd had enough of the back and forth, and they were clearly at a stalemate. He'd barely reached the door when his father called after him. "Would this make you stay?" he asked. Reluctantly, Andrei turned back around just in time to see his father push a glossy black Aero Shipping folder across his desk, the file barely making a sound on the smooth Acacia wood. He retraced his steps, stopping in front of the desk before picking up the folder, the tension leaving his face the longer his eyes remained on the document. "Are you serious?" Andrei asked, looking up at his father when he could no longer keep his disbelief in check. "Like a heart attack!" Nikolai chuckled, to Andrei's chagrin. "Papa! A heart attack is hardly a laughing matter!" "Lighten up, kid," said Nikolai with a small smile. Pointing at the folder in Andrei's hands, he continued in a serious tone. "It doesn't get better than that. Full control of Aero Shipping and all its subsidiaries." Andrei could only nod in agreement, a thoughtful look in his eye as he sat down and weighed the offer. Complete control of Aero Shipping was enough incentive to cancel his one-way ticket out of Rock Castle. Hell, without his father's interference, he could take the company in an entirely new direction. He'd be a fool to turn him down— "But there's a condition," Nikolai added, bursting the little bubble of excitement Andrei was almost floating on. "Of course," he muttered, placing the folder on his lap. There were always conditions when it came to his father. "What is the condition?" he asked with very little enthusiasm. "Well, as you can see, I'm getting on in years, and with Aleksei in prison, this is clearly your cross to bear." Intrigued by the vague sales pitch, Andrei sat up and gazed at his father, "What cross?" "To continue our bloodline, of course!" Nikolai replied, picking up one of the daily newspapers from a thick pile beside his laptop. "I'm sorry, what?" Andrei burst into uneasy laughter at this bizarre turn of their conversation. "What's so funny?" Nikolai asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "Everything!" Andrei said. "You talking about bloodlines and crosses to bear. None of it makes sense!" "I promise it will in a moment," Nikolai assured him with a shrewd smile as he looked over his shoulder and signalled to Pavel to hand Andrei an envelope. Andrei reluctantly took it, surprised to find the seal flap, with the Petrovs' family insignia, broken. His father had clearly read the contents of the letter. With dread roiling in his stomach, Andrei pulled out a fancy cream and gold card the size of a standard wedding invitation. He scanned it quickly, his face growing dark with anger the longer the words on the heavy paper floated in front of his eyes. "What is this?" Andrei whispered, waving the invitation at his father. "What the hell is this?" "This is what I call a win-win." "This isn't a win-win! You've completely blindsided me!" "Don't act surprised. You knew it was coming—" "I never agreed to any of this!" "Of course, you didn't," Nikolai nodded his head. "But with Aleksei languishing in prison now, you have to step in." "So, what am I? Your substitute groom and your baby-making backup plan?" "All I'm saying is that had you kept Aleksei out of trouble, we wouldn't be here right now. But you failed to fulfil your duty—" "My duty? How? When I wasn't even around?" Andrei exploded at his father's words. "My point exactly!" Nikolai retorted with the same fierceness. "If you were here, Aleksei would have had a good role model to learn from!" Andrei gnashed his teeth, unable to believe the nonsense spewing from his father's lips. If the man hadn't chaired a board meeting at Aero Shipping earlier and charmed the pants off of the shareholders, he would have been so sure he was going senile. It made no sense to him that he was constantly bearing the brunt of his father's wrath when it came to Aleksei's thoughtlessness. But then again, ever since Andrei could remember, his twin would always get into all sorts of trouble, and he, as the big brother, would have to step in and clean up the mess. Aleksei's recklessness had gotten old fast, so when the opportunity to take over their overseas operation presented itself, Andrei grabbed it with both hands and never looked back. He was happy in Moscow—well, as happy as one can be in a foreign country—running his family's various businesses, including a highly successful narco operation. He was even so close to diversifying their portfolio when his old man summoned him home two years ago, after Aleksei had bitten off more than he could chew when he shot Liam Anderson— "—I think my offer is more than generous," said Nikolai, pulling Andrei back to their chat. He snapped his fingers at Pavel again, and a moment later, a shiny tray with a fresh bottle of whiskey and two Swarovski crystal glasses appeared. Pavel poured them each a drink and left them alone. Andrei took his glass to the window and gazed at the frozen pond in the backyard, where a wedge of geese seemed content to glide on the precariously thin ice. For some reason, the image of a nimble Holly Anderson soaring on stage at the Mirage as a love-struck teen in Joseph Briggs' adaptation of Romeo and Juliet crossed his mind. He didn't even know why he'd gone to watch her damn show last night. He didn't want to. Heck, he hated ballet. But after the Andersons' first invitation, soon after they partnered up on the LUSSO deal, it had become customary for them to send him exclusive invites with box seats and all that shit. Like he couldn't afford to pay for any of it himself. He didn't stay for the whole thing, of course. He had a business call with the Moscow office to finalise his move. So he didn't even know how impressive or thoroughly lacking Holly's performance was. But he knew she'd received the bouquet of peonies he'd sent her because Monique, his assistant, made sure of it. Nothing less than peonies would do for the stuck-up Anderson prima donna. He'd learned this after the first show he ever attended, when Holly herself—not her assistant, manager or agent—sent him a handwritten thank you card for the bunch of peach roses he'd sent. He would have found the whole thing cute if it wasn't for her postscript nicely telling him to never send her roses again because they were so ordinary, and she was anything but ordinary. From that moment on, and in the spirit of maintaining his business relationship with the Andersons, Andrei had made it his mission to send her peonies. Since he never received another snarky handwritten card from Holly after that, he assumed the flowers had met her remarkably high standards, so he'd just stuck with them— "Andrei!" Nikolai bellowed, waving his glass at him. "Did you hear anything I said?" Of course, Andrei hadn't heard shit. He was thinking about the youngest Anderson daughter, and all because of some damn geese gliding on an icy pond. But he nodded anyway and lit another cigarette. "I still don't see why I have to get married and give you an heir just to get what's rightfully mine?" he muttered as he blew out a massive cloud of smoke and watched it float to the ceiling. "Just this past quarter alone, Aero's profits have more than doubled. I've managed to unbundle us from that bad deal with Dreams and brought in more revenue streams with the LUSSO deal." "You killed Ethan Wilson and his wife," Nikolai reminded him. "They had it coming. No one steals from me and gets away with it—" "That's exactly what I'm talking about," Nikolai clapped his hands, smiling smugly as he pointed at him. "A wife and kid will soothe that awful temper of yours and quell your thirst for blood." "I don't want a wife and kid!" Andrei raged. He knew how to sell drugs, count money, and kill people. He just didn't know how to be a husband and father. Not exactly his fault there. After all, he never had a shining example of a good marriage. His own father had killed his mom in cold blood. Shot her and the pool boy to death when he found them in his bed, screwing their brains out in the middle of the day. Andrei and Aleksei were at boarding school when it happened. The teachers had tried to protect them from the brutal truth, but the other boys, especially the older ones, weren't so nice. Every chance they got, they taunted them about their mom being a whore. If there was anything Andrei took from that bloody part of his childhood, it was to never make surprise home stops in the middle of the day or trust a woman. Sure, he adored women, but he didn't trust them. Maybe because they were a nuisance ninety-nine percent of the time. But now, he was being strong-armed into doing the one thing he swore he'd never do when his parents' marriage ended in bloody murder. "This is bullshit," he said as he paced the room. "You ran Aero for many years without a wife—" Nikolai interjected, arguing, "I already had you, boys. I didn't need a wife." "I can still run every aspect of Aero without a wife, just like you." Determined to move ahead with his agenda, Nikolai brushed him off with an impatient flick of his hand. He pushed an A4-size manilla envelope across his desk. "This is Veronika's résumé. The Petrovs will be here in six weeks. I don't need to tell you how important this meeting is. Your union with Veronika is our gateway to Asia and will strengthen our alliance with the Bratva." Andrei glared at the envelope, refusing to look inside. "Does it have to be the Petrovs?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, my wife. Does she have to be a mail-order bride? I have a girlfriend, you know!""Oh, you do?" Nikolai arched his brows in amusement."Yes, I do!" Andrei retorted. It was all lies, of course. He didn't have a girlfriend. But his father didn't need to know this. "How am I supposed to explain Veronika to her?"Nikolai shrugged carelessly, asking, "Why have I never met this mystery girlfriend?""You've never met any of my girlfriends," Andrei reminded him, suddenly glad he'd never made the mistake of bringing women home to meet his father. Who knew keeping his love life under wraps would work in his favour someday?"Your PA is always your plus-one at company events, and you've never been photographed with a woman before. I find it strange that you've never mentioned a girlfriend.""Strange or not, I'm not marrying Veronika. So call off this damn thing.""Who is she?" Nikolai ignored his outburst, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "And how long has this thing been going on?"Andrei took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, surprising himself with how easil
While a glum Andrei sat with his lieutenants in one of the highly sought-after boxes at the Mirage, pondering his father's offer, on stage, under the dazzling spotlight, Holly Marie Anderson had none of his ninety-nine problems.In fact, life was going swimmingly for her. And why wouldn't it? After all, she was the star of the show, and the only reason the theatre was packed to capacity for the second night in a row. Drunk on the awe and adoration of her fans, Holly had one job and one job only: to deliver yet another jaw-dropping, heart-thumping performance. And that's precisely what she did. To say she was on fire was an understatement. Hell, she'd spent a tough three months preparing for the show and survived countless hours of gruelling practice sessions and dress fittings before embarking on a whirlwind press tour. In the twelve weeks leading up to this moment, Holly had lived and breathed Juliet, so much so that sometimes she was terrified she'd have a hard time letting go of
What everyone had imagined would be a quick visit to the ER ended up being a week-long bed rest in the orthopaedic wing of the Mediclinic in Glen Eagles for Holly.When she wasn't consulting with some specialist or other, she found herself entertaining an endless stream of visitors—from family to colleagues to the management team at the Royal Dance Institute. Cooper was pretty much a permanent fixture in her private ward, and her only source of updates about work. When he casually announced the show was on a break following her injury and faced a possible cancellation, Holly naturally felt terrible for everyone, especially him. He'd wanted the show as much as she did, and had worked just as hard. To see all their hard work go to waste was gut-wrenching. So, she tried to steer their chats away from work. But somehow, they always circled back to the show and, of course, Lola.Rumours had begun to swirl at the Institute. Half the corps was convinced she had maliciously stepped on Holly'
Devastated, Holly turned to her parents, silently pleading with them to pull her out of her never-ending nightmare. But, like her, they had no idea how to fix her. So she grabbed her mini crossbody bag, dazedly left the room, and wandered down the sterile corridors and out of the building, leaving her parents to discuss her upcoming surgery, physiotherapy, and all the other treatment plans Dr Evans thought were necessary but would never help her return to the stage.The crisp winter breeze was a shock to her system as she hobbled to one of the benches facing the hospital's entrance. She pulled her long cashmere cardigan closer and wound the heavy woollen scarf around her neck. She was so grateful that despite the short notice, her mom still had the foresight to stop at her townhouse in Morningside Mews and get her some warm clothing. Holly dug out her phone from her bag and fiddled with her knee brace as she scrolled through the less than thirty contacts. Half were family, including
Back at her childhood home in the heart of Glen Eagles, Holly headed to her room. She hadn't slept there in years and hadn't stepped inside in just as long. Confronted by old smells and the lingering ghosts of her younger self, she didn't know how to feel about being back here. So she simply stood there, unsure what to do, until she felt her mom's arm encircle her shoulders."Everything is still the same, exactly how you left it," Lois said as she propped the crutches against the wall just inside the door. Her mom meant well, and her words were supposed to comfort and reassure her. But it was that exact 'sameness' that filled Holly with dread and helplessness. The room was the same, but she wasn't. She'd changed, and all in a single afternoon, her dreams destroyed by Dr Evans' announcement—'But you can't dance anymore.'"Go on," Lois gently pushed her inside the room.The smell of ambitious hope her fifteen-year-old self had held onto all those years ago hit Holly with the same inten
Trigger warning: self harm, illicit substance useWithin minutes, Holly was at Crush, a high-end nightclub in downtown Rock Castle and one of Andrei Ivanov's favourite haunts. She headed straight to the bar, demanding to know which VIP room the Russian was in. Tony, the bartender—a new guy Austin Hawthorne had hired soon after he took over the club—nicely told her Andrei wasn't around. "He hasn't been here in a while," said the bartender, showing off his skills as he tossed the cocktail shaker into the air in a fancy move and swiftly caught it on his forearm."What about your boss? Is he around?"Tony shook his dreadlocked head and pointed at the back office door, "The manager's here, though."Holly had no need for a manager. Her business was with Andrei and possibly Austin since they were thick as thieves. Disappointed her trip was in vain, she perched herself on the barstool and ordered three tequila shots, downing them in quick succession to the cheer and applause of the small c
If anyone said they didn't know Aero Towers, they'd be lying.Surrounded by the headquarters of the big five banks, a smattering of investment companies and high-profile law firms, the high-tech, eco-friendly, forty-story all-glass structure stood tall and proud in the centre of Rock Castle.Fuelled by old and new money, this side of town was the country's economic hub, the powerhouse of all financial dreams, and Aero Shipping was right at its centre.From the vantage point of his top-floor office with panoramic views of the city, Andrei could see Anderson Logistics on one side and Van Holt Industries on the other. Every day, he took a moment or two to stare at his frenemies' headquarters. Fuck, that wasn't a word he would ever say out loud, but it was the only one that summed up his complicated relationship with Liam Anderson and Levi Van Holt. But yes, every day he made damn sure to take a moment and gaze at their nice-but-not-so-memorable buildings, and he'd smile smugly because wh
"Ivan, Igor, where's my wife? Found her yet?" Andrei asked from the back seat as he threw his phone at Ivan so he could log in to the Hot Connexions app. They'd picked him up half an hour ago from Aero's headquarters. Now, they were on a lonely stretch of road, racing to the rendezvous spot, an old airport—well, not exactly old since it was still in use. But only by a few select government officials and well-connected people. One phone call to the right person had made it possible for Andrei to use it tonight. He could have used his private airstrip in Linksfield, but the Hawks were on his back after the shit with Dreams and Leks' string of bad deals. They were much harder to buy off than the po-pos. Tonight's venue had cost him an arm and a leg, but it was a small price to pay for the privacy and anonymity it guaranteed. "Guys, why am I talking to myself?" he asked when his lieutenants showed no signs of life. "Well, very few women have a death wish—" Ivan began, but paused, his ey
"Behind what?" Nikolai looked confused, but Andrei didn't buy his act one bit. After all, he was a master manipulator. "You know damn well what I'm talking about!" Andrei shouted as he backed away, terrified that if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to resist the urge to grab his father by the throat and strangle him to death with his bare hands. Nikolai shut the door and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're crashing out. Pull yourself together." "Don't tell me to pull myself together!" Andrei yelled, steepling his hands as he sat on the edge of his desk. "You were behind Holly's accident—" "What accident?" Nikolai demanded, and when Andrei filled him in, he was adamant he had nothing to do with the shitshow on Church Street. "That's all on you, Son," he said, still leaning on the door. "What the hell did you think would happen when you held Veronika at gunpoint?" "No," Andrei shook his head in denial, but deep down, he knew his old man was right. He'd put
All eight photos of Holly, taken at various nightclubs in Rock Castle, including Crush, painted her in a terrible light. But the most disturbing was the one of her snogging Cooper at the Institute just a few weeks back. "Why do you have these?" Andrei stammered, seeing the future he'd envisioned slip through his fingers. "How do you even have these photos?" "Does it matter?" Nikolai replied as he draped his hands behind his head and crossed his legs. "All that matters is your jig is up." "It wasn't an act." "Yes, it was," said Nikolai. "I knew you were both up to shit last night when the Anderson lass showed up with her gift bags like Freddie Krueger handing out candy on Halloween. And I admit, all that jazz about loving you since she was sixteen and wanting to protect you was touching. But I knew there was no shred of truth in her words. Not with that photo of her and her lover floating all over the internet." "They broke up," Andrei explained. "They are not together anymore."
"Right!" Andrei nodded, his shoulders drooping in defeat. The quick five-minute chat he'd hoped for would be much longer, it seemed. So he buzzed Monique and asked her to bring refreshments and the Nexus file. "Yes, Mr Ivanov," she said before strutting out of the room. She was back before Andrei had even settled down in his office chair, making small talk with Nikolai while she poured him a cup of coffee and handed him the Nexus folder. When she was done, she excused herself, reminding Andrei she was a phone call away if he needed something. With a bitter smile, Andrei waved her off. The only thing he needed was an update on Holly. So, while his father browsed the Nexus file, Andrei texted Lev, demanding an update. 'Still nothing,' came Lev's response, and Andrei had to dig deep inside himself for every ounce of self-control to not hurl his phone across the room, the knot in his stomach growing bigger the longer the waiting game continued. "Is everything okay?" Nikolai looke
With the situation well beyond his control, Andrei had no choice but to sit and patiently wait for Lev's call. But, ten minutes in, and his head of security still hadn't called, Andrei tried Holly again. Her phone didn't ring this time, the dead tone thrusting him into utter despair. He was always an optimist, a glass-full kind of guy. He had to be. His role as the number two of the family required him to always present a confident facade. How else would he negotiate high-stakes deals and run one of the country's most powerful crime families if he weren't? But the mess with Holly and Veronika was forcing him to put aside his rose-tinted glasses and see it for exactly what it was: a catastrophic failure on his part and his first real test at keeping his word to Liam. Two nights ago, he'd thrown down the gauntlet to Liam and swore he'd do a far better job of protecting Holly than the Andersons had ever done. If he failed… If Holly didn't make it out of the disaster unfolding on Ch
Sometime during his morning commute to work, Andrei came to the firm conclusion that he was an asshole. But, it wasn't something he would have readily admitted to if it weren't for his long chat with Ivan. His lieutenant had rightly pointed out that his shock at finding Juan's drugs in Holly's possession was perfectly understandable. His reaction, though, was over the top. He could have handled their 'talk' with far more grace and owed Holly an apology. Of course, even before chatting with Ivan, Andrei had already planned to surprise Holly with a bunch of peonies later, kiss the hell out of her and whisk her off to lunch at her favourite restaurant where he'd beg for forgiveness. So, as soon as he settled down in his office, he called the florist to order the flowers. But Diane soured his mood, telling him he'd have to wait at least two weeks since peonies were no longer in season and would have to be imported. "Can I interest you in roses instead?" she asked. "No, Diane. Roses
You know how in movies, just before you die, time seems to slow down, and your life flashes in front of your eyes, making you question every decision, every choice you've ever made leading up to that moment? Sometimes, some long-dead relative, shrouded by a halo of light, is waiting for you at the end of a long, narrow tunnel to help you crossover. And other times, it's just the light. All you have to do is walk towards it. Holly didn't get any of that. No long-dead relative was waiting for her. No bright light to walk towards. No memories of her life flashed by. And time definitely didn't slow down. In fact, she was aware of every excruciating second as the car hit a traffic light and spun around several times before, ironically, crashing into a luxury car dealership on the corner of Church Street, missing a shiny Range Rover by mere inches. When the car salesmen—going about their mundane morning just moments before disaster struck— screamed and jumped out of the way, du
A mournful sigh slipped through Holly's lips as she pushed the laptop away and picked up her now-cold coffee. As much as she wanted to look away, her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own. They remained glued to a Polaroid photo of Isabella taken in one of the studios at the Institute while she was in croisé devant, a pose in which the dancer stands facing a corner at an angle to the audience.Knowing what Holly knew now about the circumstances leading up to Isabella's tragic end, it wasn't hard to figure out who had taken the photo. Her own socials were littered with such images, and she always joked that if dancing didn't work out for Cooper, he could always go into photography. Of course, he didn't have the technical know-how. But there was something special about how he captured his subjects...He had a way of making them appear larger than life, like they were the centre of the universe and everything around them existed purely for them. Looking at the photos, at the fragments
After Andrei insisted on driving her to The Castle, Holly had planned to jump straight into bed and pass out. But, agitated and heartbroken, hours later, when the sun finally came up, she was still tossing and turning, going over their fight. Never in her wildest dreams would Holly have imagined that her first-ever argument with Andrei would be over some stupid snuff bullet that wasn't even hers. At the heart of it, though, she wasn't all cut up because Andrei had insinuated she was a junkie. Everything he said was true. She was a cokehead and owned her addiction. What really messed her up was that he didn't believe a word she said about the capsule not being hers. After everything they'd been through, hearing her out was the least he could have done. But the distrust in his eyes, like she wasn't worthy of being given the benefit of the doubt simply because she was a drug user, had damn near killed her. In that moment, with his unfounded accusations smashing down on her like a to
"You know the rules," Igor stepped in. If there was ever a time when Andrei wanted to throttle him, it was then. He not only knew the rules, but also enforced them diligently by subjecting the family's top management to random drug testing and running background checks on potential girlfriends. So, Igor playing the rules card felt like a fucking slap in the face."Holly is compromised," insisted Ivan, siding with Igor. "She's bad for business!""Watch yourself!" Andrei growled. "That's my future wife you're talking about!""Oh, for fuck's sake! After everything we've just said, you can't still be thinking about going through with this marriage. Your father will not allow it!""After the shit he pulled with Veronika, I'm done with my father. Holly and I will still get married as planned!""So what exactly did Papa Ivanov do?" asked Ivan, picking up his cutlery again."What didn't he do?" said Andrei, linking his hands behind his head. Without further prompting from his lieutenants, he