Nor my step brother, or any other relation our family tried to impose on us.
He was always just Heath, and at the end he was my Heath.
Ten years ago he disappeared, and within three years of his absence he’d taken over Hollywood.
The world my father built.
The world he wasn’t good enough for.
The world he’d been denied when he was told he couldn’t have me.
Now he’s back, and he only wants one thing…to take it all.
Even me.
Hollywood King is Wuthering Heights crashed into the glitz and glam of Hollywood Royalty. A stand alone book with the happily ever after you always wanted for Cathy and Heathcliff.
“Don’t fuss, Doc. Dr. Rogers will be back in soon, and I’ll send your brother in when he arrives.”
She said it again.
“My brother?” Ley and I hadn’t spoken since he texted me about our father’s death. I couldn’t even get him on the phone to talk about the state of the company or the wake. I doubted he’d drag himself out of bed before dawn to come to his sister’s hospital bed.
I heard his voice before I saw him, and somehow, it was worse. Unyielding, commanding, and suddenly, I stood, twenty again, trapped in the cage of his arms. I begged for things I knew nothing about. Needed him in ways I’d yet to understand.
Ten years since he left me.
Ten years since he promised to come back.
Ten years of relentless silence while he gave himself to the rest of the world.
The hospital curtain near the door flew open, and Heath towered over the end of my bed. My mouth dried out even more, my fingers and toes tingled in the exact same way they had when we were kids. And all my brain supplied was, “You’re late.”
He scanned me from head to toe and back again, saying nothing.
“Stop staring at me and get out.”
A snipped smile curled up the edge of his lips. The lips I’d been trying to forget for years. “It seems someone put my name down as your emergency contact.”
She said it again.
“My brother?” Ley and I hadn’t spoken since he texted me about our father’s death. I couldn’t even get him on the phone to talk about the state of the company or the wake. I doubted he’d drag himself out of bed before dawn to come to his sister’s hospital bed.
I heard his voice before I saw him, and somehow, it was worse. Unyielding, commanding, and suddenly, I stood, twenty again, trapped in the cage of his arms. I begged for things I knew nothing about. Needed him in ways I’d yet to understand.
Ten years since he left me.
Ten years since he promised to come back.
Ten years of relentless silence while he gave himself to the rest of the world.
The hospital curtain near the door flew open, and Heath towered over the end of my bed. My mouth dried out even more, my fingers and toes tingled in the exact same way they had when we were kids. And all my brain supplied was, “You’re late.”
He scanned me from head to toe and back again, saying nothing.
“Stop staring at me and get out.”
A snipped smile curled up the edge of his lips. The lips I’d been trying to forget for years. “It seems someone put my name down as your emergency contact.”
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Nor my step brother, or any other relation our family tried to impose on us.He was always just Heath.
On our last weekend together I'm determined to finish what we started. After years of chemo and cancer treatments my body was healed.
But Heath still sees me as fragile. Before the weekend ends, neither of us are walking out of here virgins. I'm going to show him I'm no longer the princess he fell in love with.
Hollywood Princess is the short story prequel to Hollywood King, a Wuthering Heights adaption crashed into the glitz and glam of Hollywood Royalty.
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