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 her when the season wrapped up. For the audience, though, not a sliver of her anxiety showed. From the iconic balcony kiss scene in Act I, set to one of the most intensely romantic scores in ballet history, to the violence erupting in the streets of Verona in Act II, and finally to the lovers' tragic misunderstanding in Act III, the crowd was utterly spellbound by her magic, captivated by her graceful movements. Every leap she took, every twirl she made, brought them to the brink of euphoric tears. Everything was coming up roses for Holly. Until it wasn't. Until the scene just before the final intermission, when a popping sound, as deafening as a gunshot, echoed through the theatre just as she took off on her feet and soared in the air in what would have been a flawless grand jeté if Lola Thornton hadn't stepped on the hem of her dress. Convinced the floorboards beneath her had given way, Holly felt her soul separate from her body. For a frightening moment she could only describe as an out-of-body experience, she could see herself, pure horror and confusion contorting her face as she flailed her arms, trying to grasp at anything just to break her fall. But the pain...the sharp, blinding pain shooting straight from her knee to every part of her battered body was all she could focus on as the force of gravity sucked her down, and she landed on the floor in a lacklustre move amidst the stunned gasps from the audience. Holly didn't have to be a surgeon to know she was screwed and couldn't possibly continue with the show. Not when her knee was a mangled mess. But she'd never been in the habit of quitting before curtain call. So, despite the mind-numbing pain, she danced on, praying she wasn't dragging Cooper down with her sluggishness. But, her dance partner—and occasional lover—covered up for her beautifully with his magnetic movements as he followed her lead in an improvised routine. It was chaos the minute the curtains slid in place for the intermission, obscuring the cast from the audience. Russel, the choreographer, lost his shit all over Lola as soon as they were in one of the dressing rooms backstage, screaming at her for her rookie mistake, while Cooper and a few members of the corps de ballet tended to Holly's injury. "It was an honest mistake. Do you think I wanted to step on her gown?" Lola screamed right back at Russel. "I don't know? Did you?" Russel fired back. "Are you suggesting I did this shit on purpose?" Lola demanded, getting up in Russel's face. "Guys," Holly quickly stepped in before things could get ugly. "It's okay, I'm fine. I'm sure it was an honest mistake, Russ." Russel glared at Lola for the longest time before spinning on his heel and exiting the room. Just then, Naomi Saunders, the show's technical director, rushed in, her narrow face taut with worry as she fired fifty million questions at Holly. Holly calmly answered them all, assuring her she'd finish the show, and her pain level was a three when, in actual fact, it was an eight. "Are you sure you can do this?" Naomi asked over and over. "I think we should get Dr Baker to check you out." "I'm fine, really. Stop stressing; you're making me anxious!" Holly insisted, breathing a sigh of relief when the costume and makeup guys stepped into the room to help her prepare for the final act. While everyone hovered around her, touching up her makeup and smoothing down her gown, her mind drifted back to the mishap on stage. Mistakes were not unheard of during performances. But Lola was a seasoned soloist, and there was absolutely no reason why she should have been in such close proximity to her...Unless...Unless... "No," Holly shook the notion out of her head, refusing to even entertain such a thought. "She wouldn't do it," she told herself over and over as Russel rounded everyone up for the final act. A short while later, Holly was back under the dazzling lights, moving the audience to tears with her final pas de deux with Cooper. The closing scene was the most gruelling mentally and physically for her. But fuelled by her crippling fear of failure, she powered through, and the moment the curtains slid in place for the last time, amidst the thunderous applause from the audience, she finally crumpled to the floor, wailing like a wounded animal as she clutched her knee while Cooper and the rest of the cast and crew fussed over her. "You are such an idiot," said Cooper, rocking her in his arms. "Why didn't you say you were in so much pain?" "So I can miss the chance to finish the show and let you hog the spotlight?" Holly teased, clenching her teeth when another wave of pain shot up her knee. "You know very well that I hate leaving stuff unfinished." "Well, you are still an idiot," he replied, brushing her hair away from her face. "Hang in there, okay? The paramedics are on the way. You'll be alright." "You are such a shitty liar, Coop," she smiled shakily. She wasn't going to be okay. And everyone knew it. Before Cooper could pacify her with more comforting words she didn't want or need, the paramedics rushed in through the back exit door, and everything after that was a blur for Holly as they loaded her on the stretcher and rushed her to the Mediclinic in Glen Eagles.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
"They're here!" Ivan announced as if Andrei and Igor didn't have eyes and couldn't see the Cessna C421C Golden Eagle touch down on the tarmac and glide towards them. Their guards were instantly on the alert as the plane stopped a few meters away. Several minutes passed before the plane doors opened, and out came Juan Pérez, dressed in an all-white suit, his long black hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail. A pretty little thing with dusky skin and a mass of black twirly hair cascading around her bare shoulders hung onto the man's arm. Her tight metallic dress left little to the imagination, showing off her voluptuous body in all its glory. The sparkly shoes on her feet did wonders for her toned legs. Toned legs were one of Andrei's very few weaknesses. The things he could do with those legs— "I see he brought company," Ivan muttered beside him, gatecrashing Andrei's drool fest. "Did you expect anything less?" he drawled, irritation quickly replacing his anxiety as he scoped out
Igor and Ivan offered to come up to the penthouse with Andrei—like he couldn't handle a tiny ballerina on his own—but he declined their offer, reminding them they still had Juan's shipment to take care of."Set up a meeting for tomorrow at noon. Everyone must attend. It's about the Mexican deal," he instructed his second in command."Sure, Boss," Igor nodded."While you're at it, get a team to stay on Juan and make sure he gets to his damn safari without incident. I want to know all his movements. That loose cannon can't so much as scratch himself without me knowing about it!""On it," Ivan assured him.They spent a few more minutes discussing operational matters before calling it a night.Andrei headed inside the twelve-story building, not bothering to make small talk with the doorman like he always did. The ride to the top floor was unusually long, his mood souring the higher the elevator crept up. He couldn't bolt out of there fast enough when it finally stopped on his floor.He s
"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