Broken Illusions (His Agenda Volume 3)

BOOK: Broken Illusions (His Agenda Volume 3)
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PART I

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen

PART II

Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four

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BROKEN ILLUSIONS

(His Agenda 3)

By Dori Lavelle

 

 

Broken Illusions (His Agenda 3)

Copyright ©2015 by Dori Lavelle

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 Cover Art: Dori Lavelle

Editor: Leah Wohl-Pollack and Samantha Gordon

 This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Jude Macknight is gone forever, and I can finally start my new life with Dustin Brannon. But it's not so easy to move on.
When I close my eyes at night, I still see Jude's face. And sometimes, I swear I feel his presence. When will he stop haunting me? And when will I stop waiting for the other shoe to drop?
This is the breathtaking conclusion to the His Agenda serial.

**
WARNING
: Due to sexual situations and dark adult content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18, and anyone who is unable to read books containing the following issues: kidnapping, murder, rape, and extreme abuse.**

 

 

PART I

Chapter One

 

As the Venetian lace veil billowed in the wind behind the bride, she smiled, her slate gray eyes sparkling.

She leaned her head against her new husband's shoulder and gazed into the camera.

My stomach twisted at the sight of the undiluted happiness written all over her face.

How long would their romance last? How soon until her husband showed his true colors and she regretted the vows she’d made? How long until their fairytale shattered and fell at their feet, and she turned into the woman I used to be?

It didn't matter. No one wanted the answers to those questions.

“That's stunning,” I said, forcing a smile. I shoved my own painful memories to the back of my mind and did what I was being paid lots of money to do. I removed myself from the picture and took theirs.

This was my job now. I froze perfect moments while they were still intact. I captured them before they crumbled. I offered my clients something beautiful to hold on to when life left a bitter taste in their mouths.

I took a few more shots and a bittersweet smile spread across my face. “It's a wrap.” I lowered my camera, an expensive present Dustin had given me when I completed my photography course over a year ago. “I got some great shots. I'll send the photos to you by the end of the week.” It was the first time I’d leave a wedding without photographing the reception as well, but one of the bride’s cousins had offered to do it. Perhaps they couldn’t afford to hire a professional photographer for the entire day.

I had an important lunch appointment with Garrett, Dustin’s brother, anyway. For two years, I had taken my therapy sessions with him seriously.
Garrett called as I was getting into my brown Volkswagen Tiguan—my own car, purchased with my own money. A major step toward becoming self-sufficient, and embracing my freedom.

“On my way,” I told him, and started the car.

***

Garrett was already waiting for me at a table at Eden, a fancy restaurant partly owned by Kelsey, his and Dustin's sister-in-law. I preferred meeting him outside his practice, as I always felt like I was in an interrogation room there, even when sitting on one of his expensive leather couches.

He rose when I approached the table and kissed me on the cheek. “You look different,” he said, pulling out a chair for me.

I lowered myself into the vintage-inspired padded chair, and touched a strand of my hair. “It’s my hair.” I had always had long hair—hair Jude had loved, hair he had almost pulled out in a rage. It now brushed my shoulders in flattering auburn waves. “I thought chopping it off would help me leave Jude behind.”

Garrett folded his hands and met my gaze across the table. “And is it helping?”

“I really don't know. But it's a step.” I let out a heavy sigh. “I wish I could erase all memories of him… just shut them off.”

“Before we get into that, I think we should order first.”

“Good idea.” I flipped open my glossy menu. We both ordered the crispy duck with potatoes and a soda water.

We made small talk until the food arrived. Once the waiter had left, Garrett said, “I think you should stop forcing it. Stop fighting so hard to let him go. The mind is a powerful thing, and it doesn't enjoy being told what to do.”

I cut into my duck and raised the fork to my mouth. “You mean I should let go in order to actually let go?”

He laughed and took a swig of water. “That's exactly what I mean. Some things cannot be forced. Jude was a huge part of your life. The scars he left behind are deep. You can't expect to get over what happened just like that.”

I put down my fork, ignoring the tingling in my chest. “It's not just like that. Two years is a long time.”

“Not in your case. Give it more time. Stop being so hard on yourself. How are the nightmares?”

“Once a week now.” After Jude died, and after seeing the dead prostitutes in their coffins, I had a nervous breakdown. In the days after I attended each of the women's funerals—from a distance, because I was not welcome—I found it hard to sleep. I saw their faces everywhere, I saw Jude's face in my dreams, smelled his musk cologne mixed with the scents of burning hair and flesh. Dustin finally managed to convince me to see Garrett. I didn't have the energy to fight him on it. I was incapable of coping alone.

“That's a great improvement. You should acknowledge that. You've come a long way from—”

“From the mess I used to be.” The one fear I had was that I'd never get over it, and that Jude would remain a part of me forever, hindering me from moving on. In a way he did stand in my way, but not completely.

“I think you should be damn proud of yourself.”

“I think so too.” I paused. “Garrett, I’ve been doing some thinking. I appreciate what you have done for me the last two years, but I … I want to stop therapy.”

Garrett leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his blond hair. “Haley, I don’t think this is the right thing to do. If it’s the cost you’re worried about, there’s no need. You’re pretty much family now.”

When I started therapy with Garrett, he had insisted on doing it for free since I was his brother’s girlfriend. I had refused outright. If Jude had taught me one thing, it was that nothing in life was free. There was always a hidden price to be paid. I knew Garrett wanted to do it from the goodness of his heart, but the third-degree burns on my heart were still raw, and they made it hard for me to believe someone could show me pure kindness and expect nothing in return.

That was also the reason I insisted on paying Dustin back every penny he had given me when I started my new life—for living expenses and my studies. He had fought me tooth and nail about it, reminding me he had more money than he could ever spend. Eventually he relented, when it occurred to him I needed to do it for my own peace of mind. I was still paying him for the large loan in monthly installments.

“I need to try and do it on my own. How long can I lean on you?”

“That’s the thing. You’re not leaning on me. What you don’t see is that you
are
doing it on your own already. I’m only guiding you. You suffered a great trauma—you need all the help you can get.”

“And I appreciate that so much, but maybe I don’t need a guide anymore.”

Garrett nodded and rubbed the side of his clean-shaven face. “Okay, do what you have to do. Remember that I’m here. If you ever need to talk, pick up the phone.”

I nodded, but I hoped it wouldn’t come to that. When I talked to him, I wanted it to be about normal things, not my problems. He’d just have to wait for a desperate call that would never come.

As we ate the rest of our meal, I told him about some of the weddings I’d photographed and a few of the jobs I’d been hired for in the coming weeks. In the end, even if he was no longer my therapist, he still returned to the topic of my nightmares and analyzed them like only a shrink could.

“The nightmares will take time to go away. Be patient.” He reached for my hand and squeezed it. “I think you will be fine. You are one of the strongest people I have ever met.”

“Thanks, Garrett. That means a lot.” I drained my glass of water and reached in my bag for my purse. “I have to get going. My self-defense class starts in twenty minutes.”

He reached into his coat for his wallet. “You’re still doing that?”

“I am. It makes me feel good about myself.” Jude might no longer be alive to harm me, but I never wanted to be in a position where I felt helpless again. Jude or no Jude.

“I think that’s great. Doing whatever makes you feel safe and confident is a big step in the right direction.”

I was proud of every decision I had made so far. Soon after Jude died, I toyed with the idea of moving to New York as I had originally planned, to start a new life among strangers. But Serendipity had always been home to me, and in the end, I refused to be pushed out as if I didn’t belong anymore.

The fact that it was Dustin’s hometown also strengthened my resolve to stay. I wanted to be close to him. With him by my side, I felt strong enough to face my neighbors. People ran their mouths for a while, and then as often happens, they moved on to other gossip about other people. Some even started being polite toward me—not overly friendly, but they began to acknowledge me, and quickly enough, I had customers for my photography business.

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