A Divided Heart Read Online Alessandra Torre

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 97525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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"Layana," the attorney’s deep voice crackles through my cell and I step away, into the hall.

"Hey Damon. I need your help."

Jillian’s brigade shows up before Dr. Renhart has finished. As Brant sits by the fire, a needle in his arm, I flip the TV channels to the security channel and watch the camera outside of the main gate. Our guards are by a trio of Black Escalades, their stance aggressive and I watch as the second vehicle’s door opens and one of Jillian’s security guards gets out. There is a heated conversation and I click the volume higher out of habit. There’s no sound and I sigh in frustration.

“Relax,” Brant says, his head back on the chair, his eyes closed. She’s taken six vials of blood so far and I watch as she twists the final test tube onto the rubber stopper. “She can’t touch us, babe.”

She already has. This game feels like one that we’ve been playing on her board, with no instructions and a pair of trick dice. I had thought that I had stolen Brant from her all of those years ago. But now I’m questioning everything. How much of her manipulation I played into.

There is movement on the cameras and I turn back to them, watching as the three SUVs do a quick U-turn through the cul-de-sac outside our gates. I need to understand the woman we’re at war with.

“You know," Brant says, and now he’s sitting up, the doctor undoing the tight orange band from his upper arm. “Her heart is in the right place. She’s just trying to do the right thing.”

“For what?” I sputter. "For you? BSX? Or to help herself?” I shake my head.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but I need to get these to the lab.” Dr. Renhart stands and loops her stethoscope over her dark curls.

“Sure. How long will it take?” Brant moves to his feet and flexes his forearm, pressing on the place where she had taped a bit of gauze.

"The results of the blood tests won't be available until tomorrow. I'll call you with the findings as soon as I have them. Anything you were injected should pass through your system in the next twenty-four hours. In the meantime, take in lots of liquids and eat fairly bland foods.” She fishes her cell phone out. “I'm going to drop you the contact for Dr. Henry Terra. He's the foremost authority on DID in California, if not in the country. I would suggest you call him immediately, if not for your own psychological needs, then to get his legal advice or support for trial." She turns to me and reaches out, wrapping me into a firm hug. "Once you sort this out, I expect to see you at HYA."

"You know me, I can't stay away." I smile at her, and there’s a tinge of pity in her eyes that I hate. Brant and I are fine. We’re strong. I broke down the wall of lies and we survived and are fighting back, any negativity focused on Jillian. We have love, the rest will get better or worse, and I would rather have worse than any more lies.

“I’ll be in touch soon,” she promises.

She walks away and Brant wraps his arm around me and pulls me close, his mouth soft as he presses a kiss against my neck.

It was a moment of peace and unity in the craziness, a moment of calm in the storm, a reminder that we were one and together, we could make it through anything.

I roll in Brant's arms and press my chest against his. I wait for the familiar spark of chemistry but there is nothing there. We’re both exhausted—mentally and physically—and I cling to him and press my cheek to his chest, listening to the reassuring thump of his heart.

I had told myself, for two years, that I was dealing with Lee out of necessity. This doctor—Dr. Henry Terra—he might have a cure, something that might kill off the other personalities and leave only Brant.

Just Brant.

No Lee.

That will be perfect, right? I tighten my arms around his waist, and push the question away. I ignore the small voice in the back of my mind, shouting out the truth - that a part of me loves Lee. Needs Lee.

A tear ran down my cheek.

Chapter 77

On Tuesday morning, Jillian's injunction to push Brant's custodial motion through is stopped, courtesy of our new team of legal representation. Currently, we have three attorneys who are rigorously opposing any and all attacks on Brant Sharp's character, and all billing an enthusiastic eight hundred dollars an hour.

It’s worth it, especially since Jillian has both the funds and the means to put up a fight. So far, she's slunk away, and I won't be surprised if she drops the incompetence battle and comes back to the table with her hat in hand, determined to make amends.


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