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 intensity as her mom's familiar fragrance. She liked her mom's scent better, though. It reminded her of a time in her childhood when ballet wasn't the only thing that had consumed her life. She must have been about three then because she had begun dancing as a hobby at the tender age of four, but she'd still loved playing with her dolls and her brother's cars more. When her dance instructor had sung her praises at five, her focus had begun to shift slightly. More ballet slippers, tutus, and high buns than Barbie dolls and Liam's cars. At eight, she'd firmly cemented her place in the world of junior ballet when she won several dance competitions and appeared in a few local productions. At ten, she had her first leading role, and boy, did she burn bright on that stage! For weeks after, her performance in The Nutcracker was all the local newspapers had talked about—
"Honey, give yourself time," Lois said, playing with Holly's hair like she used to back when she was a kid.
Her all-too-familiar scent struck Holly again. She smelled like home, and just for that moment, Holly allowed herself to believe in the lie: all she needed was time.
"Mom," she began as she ventured deeper into the room. "About earlier, at the hospital, with the crutches. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. It's just that...It's just so hard, that's all. And you're right. Time is all I need. I can come back from this. I will come back from this!"
"That's the spirit," Lois said before spinning on her dainty, velvet pumps and leaving the room. At the door, she turned back around, announcing, "I'll ask Nanette to make all your favourites tonight."
Holly nodded, blinding her with a smile as bright as the tears gleaming in her eyes.
'You'd better not cry,' she told herself. 'You're an Anderson. You don't break.'
"Supper should be ready in an hour," Lois said, clasping her frail, wrinkly hands. "Eden is coming over with the kids. Willow will be here soon as well."
"Mom, you told them?" Holly threw her hands up in frustration.
"Of course not!" Lois said sharply, shaking her head in denial. "It's the mandatory weekly supper, remember?"
"Can I skip it?"
Frowning, Lois placed her hands on her hips. "Why?"
Holly buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled when she spoke, "For obvious reasons. I'm not ready to see anyone today. I can't deal with the questions and the pity."
"No, I'm afraid that's not a good enough reason," Lois said. The look in her eyes was firm and uncompromising as she stared her down into submission. "You will join us for supper tonight. I refuse to let you hide in your room! I didn't raise a coward."
"I'm not a coward, Mom! And do you think I want any of this?" Holly yelled, pointing at her knee brace." Dancing is my whole life! It's all I've ever wanted to do since I was five. And I don't want to hide! But what other choice do I have? I just can't face anyone right now."
"Honey," Lois said as she retraced her steps and took her hands in hers. "I know things look bleak right now, but there's so much more to life. This injury doesn't have to be the end of the road for you. There's still so much you can do, so much beauty to be seen. You could teach or go into choreography."
"Teaching and choreography is what we do when our careers are over, Mom. When our stars fade, and our light burns out, we return to the ordinary. And I may be many things, but ordinary isn't one of them!"
"Good," Lois nodded. "That fire burning in your belly, hang on tight to it because you'll need it to pick yourself up and keep fighting over the next few weeks if you are so determined to return to the stage. But tonight's supper is happening, and I expect you downstairs promptly at six!"
With that, their heated exchange was over. She turned around, dashed out of the room, and shut the door softly behind her, leaving Holly alone with the ghosts of her past.
"Goodness," she mumbled as she leaned on the door, stunned anew by how everything was exactly as it was when she moved out. It was almost as if the room was still waiting for her fifteen-year-old self to return.
The four-poster bed with the mountain of pillows and stuffed animals remained undisturbed. The dance trophies she'd amassed over the years lining the walls, along with posters of world-renowned ballerinas, remained untouched by the passage of time. One of her old dance costumes, peeking through the ajar walk-in closet, brought a fresh wave of tears to her eyes as profound grief flooded her heart, and she couldn't stand being there. So she crossed the room and hobbled into her en suite bathroom, where she rifled through the cabinet drawers, relief rocking her body when she found a sealed pack of razors.
She hadn't done it in a while. Cut herself, that is. She'd had no reason to. Her life was on the up and up. But today, the urge was bigger than her, its call as tempting as a siren song.
She slipped the pack of blades inside her crossbody bag, along with her fresh stash of pain and anxiety meds and other not-so-legal drugs, before requesting an Uber ride. There was no way she'd stay in this room with all the accusations from her fifteen-year-old self.
"Supper will be ready soon, Nanette's making all your favourites!" Mrs Horowitz, the housekeeper, called after Holly when she saw her heading for the front door.
"I'll be back in time," she lied as she slipped out of the house and slowly trudged her way to the waiting Uber on the other side of the massive wrought iron gates. She had no intention of sitting through the family dinner. She'd rather be elsewhere than take all the pity in everyone's eyes and field fifty thousand questions about her injury.
If there was anything she hated the most, it was pity. There'd be plenty of it at the dinner table, and she couldn't have that. After all, she was always on the giving end of pity, always ready to shake her head at some unfortunate soul who just couldn't get the choreography right no matter how long they practised. No, Holly was the queen of dishing out pity. As a result, she had never been on the receiving end. Until today. Until Dr Evans' devastating announcement. His words, still echoing in her mind like a record stuck on repeat, were enough to send her into a fit of anger.
"Calm down; tomorrow, you'll get a second opinion, and you'll be back on stage before you know it," she consoled herself as she closed her eyes and eased back in her seat, appreciating the loud roar of the engine as the car sped through the streets of Rock Castle.
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
"What the hell?" Andrei raced upstairs, shock and horror plastered on his face as he gawked at a half-naked Holly sprawled on his bed. "Holy Christ, what possessed her to do this?" Helga whispered, her horror palpable. Horrified by the scene before his eyes and unable to move, Andrei replied, "I don't know. But you are never to speak of this, do you hear me? Not a word to anyone, Helga!" "Yes, sir, I understand!" Helga nodded her dark head emphatically. "Now, get me a first aid kit," he said. "Of course," she said, dashing out of the room. "Heavens!" Andrei swallowed hard, fighting off the tide of emotions sweeping over him. There were rumours throughout high school and university that Holly self-harmed when she couldn't cope with the pressure of dance school. But since the words 'pressure' and 'Holly Anderson' didn't go together in the same sentence, Andrei never paid much attention to the stories. Now, as he changed her into one of his old shirts, he wished he had. Maybe her
"Ivanov!" Andrei rasped into the phone. "This is a collect call from Pollsmoor Prison for inmate 368929. Will you accept the call charges?" Did he have a fucking choice? "Sure!" he barked his response. A moment later, his twin came on the line, sounding awfully happy for someone looking at three more years in prison, prattling away about life behind bars—from the uncharacteristically warm weather for this time of the year to his hour-long gym time outdoors. In that excruciatingly long five minutes, Andrei also learned his twin often spent time in the library, poring over law textbooks, because for some inexplicable reason, Aleksei had decided that helping other inmates with their legal woes was his calling now. "Leks," Andrei sighed, silently cursing his string of horrible bad luck today as he added two more minutes to the timer on the microwave, oddly comforted by the beep of the buttons. "Can you tell me what this is about? I have a ton of shit on my plate. I need to find a
Andrei did fall asleep, and when he finally opened his eyes sometime after 7:00 AM the following morning to the hustle and bustle of traffic twelve stories below, he was refreshed, rejuvenated and ready to take over the world. Until he felt a warm, soft, feminine body beside him on the bed where his gun should have been, and last night's nightmare came rushing back. "Holly!" he growled as he roughly pushed her away from him. "What?" she whined and rolled away, taking the bed covers with her. She wasn't just a nuisance but also a blanket hogger, Andrei thought bitterly, sorely tempted to shove her off the bed. "Wake up! Wake up right now!" he rasped as he jumped out of bed and strolled to the en suite bathroom to piss. When he came back and found Holly still snuggled under the covers, his irritation crept up exponentially. He stalked to the bedside stand, grabbed the remote, and drew the blinds, sending unbearable sunlight flooding in. Holly sat up, grumbling as she covered h
"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