Petals on the Wind (Dollanganger, #2)

by V.C. Andrews

I longed to tell her Madame Naverena Zolta Korovenskov wasn’t exactly what I’d call a lyrical name either.

LOL

A dancer without fire is no dancer at all.”

I want to be with you, I want you forever, I want you to be my wife.”

BRUH WHAT

He laughed, wild and crazy, then braked so fast I was flung forward so my forehead struck the windshield! Blood trickled from the cut. Next he snatched the purse from my lap, leaned to unlock my door, then he shoved me out into the pouring rain!

My jaw is on the floor

“I’m sorry if this has ruined your holiday,” I said, “but you’ll find someone too. You love Paul, I know you do. And when you’ve thought about this, you’ll know we are right for each other, despite our age difference, despite everything.”

A. How can Cathy marrying Paul even be legal when he's the government granted Ward of her? B. Will Chris have to call her step-mommy?

“It’s on the hospital records,” she said to me smugly. “You miscarried a two-headed embryo with three legs—twins who didn’t separate properly. You poor thing, don’t you know a D & C is an abortion procedure?”

Bro what???????

“Amanda and her half-truths. You ask why—why didn’t you ask why before you flew to London? Why didn’t you give me the chance to defend myself?”

But seriously, though.

“I’m very happy he loves you,” he said, then got up quickly and started for the house, his strides so long and fast I’d never catch up even if I ran. “Don’t say another word! Leave me alone, Catherine! Don’t follow me! You did the right thing—don’t doubt that! I was an old fool, playing with a young one, and you don’t have to tell me I should have known better—I already know that!”

Not me lowkey sad for Paul lol.

“Thank you for coming. I have so much to say to you—things I should have said before. . . .” He faltered, stammered, “I should have—” and then he broke off. I waited for him to continue—and I waited.

HAHAHAHHA you've gotta be kidding me. *dramatic*

You went and married that ole Julian with the black eyes when you could have been Dr. Paul’s wife, and my real mother.

There are so many things wrong with this sentence lol.

To sit beside Paul, with Henny on his far side and Carrie next to me, and watch my Christopher stride down the aisle and up the steps to accept his diploma, and then stand behind the podium and make the valedictory speech, put tears in my eyes and a swelling happiness in my heart.

“Chris, I’m going to have the baby with Julian.” I said with a firm resolution that surprised me. “I want Julian’s child—for I do love him, Chris—and I’ve failed him in so many ways. Failed him because you and Paul got in my eyes, and I didn’t appreciate what I could have had in him. I should have been a better wife, and then he wouldn’t have needed those girls. I’ll always love you—but it’s a love that can’t go anywhere, so I give it up. You give it up! Say good-bye to yesterdays and a Catherine Doll who doesn’t exist anymore.”

God dammit Cathy.

“Dancing dolls, that’s all. Dancing fools, afraid to be real people and live in the real world. That’s why we prefer fantasy. Didn’t you know?”

Yolanda had been thrown from the car in that accident, and today she would be buried.

Yeah, just throw that right on in there. Jesus lol.

Julian was buried next to his father.

OH MY GOD

“I know you long for a boy like your son, but I long for a little girl like Cathy and Carrie . . . but if it’s a boy, I won’t object.”

Fuck Chris, am I right?

“His name is Julian Janus Marquet, but I’m going to call him Jory.”

......... Jory?

“If he had been blond, she would have named him Cory—but the J will stand for Julian, and the rest for Cory.”

Okay that's kind of better lol.

“You are for me the only woman alive.”

FOR FUCKS SAKE GIVE IT UP, CHRIS.

I didn’t deserve him.

Got that right lol.

I want you to understand that what is black to one person is white to another. And nothing in this world is so perfect that it is pure white, or so bad it is pure black. Everything concerning human beings comes in shades of gray,

Now I have to confess the truth, I loved Julian, the same as I love Alex. Julian never thought I was too little, and he was the only one who made me feel a normal woman, for a short time. Though it was sinful, even when you say it was not, I know it was, Cathy.

What the actual fuck lol.

“It’s nice where I’m going, Cathy, flowers everywhere, and beautiful birds, and I can feel myself growing taller. . . . Look, I’m almost as tall as Momma, like I always wanted to be. And when I get there nobody’s ever gonna say again I got eyes big and scary as an owl’s. Nobody will ever call me ‘dwarf’ again, and tell me to use a stretching machine . . . ’cause I’m just as tall as I want to be.”

God dammit Carrie.

“I’ve got a gun!” (I didn’t.)

Lol

“No, of course not. Babies are meant to suckle their mother’s breasts—and I would never slap you for touching there—so if you want to try me, go ahead and touch.”

What is actually happening?

“A little? It seems I’ve loved you all my life. Even when I kissed you the first time it seemed I’d kissed you before—why is that?” “Karma.” I smiled at his baffled expression.

Cryptic. 🙄

His teasing words were a knife in my heart, for somehow, without meaning to let it happen, I’d fallen madly, idiotically in love with him.

Cathy is the biggest idiot.

When you can forgive and forget the past, peace and love will come again to you, and this time it will stay.

Such a simple lesson that Cathy has absolutely NO grasp of. Also, this entire book could have been avoided if Cathy followed this lolllll.

And if you never in this world see Henny again, remember that Henny loved you well, as her own daughter, just as I loved your angel-sister whom I expect to meet again soon.

WE ALL DON'T DESERVE HENNY. HENNY IS THE BEST DAMN CHARACTER IN THIS SERIES. JUSTICE FOR HENNY!!!

I put the note down with a heavy feeling of sadness in my chest, then shrugged my shoulders. What had to be done would be done. A long time ago I’d set my feet on this path, and I’d follow it, come what may.

What a fucking ASS.

The body of Bart Winslow was found on the floor of the library with the skeletal grandmother still clutched in his arms—both suffocated by the smoke and not the flames.

DJ Khaled’s voice: ANOTHA ONE

Again and again it kept coming! I kissed him, cried on his unyielding chest, I raised my head and he was looking straight at me—and through me—gone on to where I could never reach him and confess that I had loved him from the start—fifteen years ago.

She's fucking delulu...

On first sight I’d given my heart to him. So much so that I had to have Paul grow a mustache so he’d look more like Bart. And I’d married Julian because his eyes were dark, dark like Bart’s. . . . Oh, God, how could I live with the knowledge I had killed the one man I’d loved best?

What in the actual fucking fuck is happening rn? Cathy is in a state of delulu that hasn’t been fucking recorded yet.

“What’s the matter with you, Cathy?” Chris said impatiently. “Listen, Henny had a massive stroke tonight! In trying to help her Paul suffered a heart attack! He needs us! Are you going to sit here all day too and grieve for a man you should have left alone, and let the one man who has done the most for us die?”

Nah, Cathy. Stay and watch the burning trauma. Screw the people that actually gave a shit about you.

I was on the back veranda of Paul’s big white house, shelling peas and watching Bart’s small son chase after his older half-brother Jory. We’d named Bart’s son after him, thinking it only right, but his last name was Sheffield, not Winslow. I was now Paul’s wife.

WHAT IS THIS SHIT SHOW

My sons call my brother Daddy.

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Cuz that’s normal.