Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

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But back in the day, she got pricked by her mom Jolin Gardenia with a needle and it left her with some serious mental scars. She tried to get her ears pierced three times and chickened out every time, yet she was green with envy seeing others rock some snazzy studs

Remington was off studying in Astoria and somehow caught wind of this. He came back for Christmas and, out of the blue, whipped out an ear piercing gun, claiming it was just a toy, and duped her into giving it a whirl-

The guy brushed her hair aside, the gun aimed at her lobes, and before she knew it -bam, bam- she had pierced ears.

Fuming, she chased after him swinging her fists, “I hate you, Remi!”

He turned around, she stumbled into his arms, and under the warm sun, he bent down and tenderly wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

“Little Liz, such a drama queen.”

Later on, Remington went all out and had the world–renowned designer Jonathan whip up a custom pair of earrings just for her.

A masterpiece, starting at six figures, no less. She wasn’t one for bling, but she wore those earrings for ten years straight, never taking them off.

A decade. She’d think something that felt like a part of her, in her flesh and blood, would be excruciating to let go. Turned out, not so much.

On the big screen at the street corner, some gossip news was playing, and a reporter cornered Evelina at the airport, grilling her about her love life.

“Yeah, there’s a guy I’m mad about. We split over a misunderstanding four years ago, but I believe true lovers will eventually reunite.”

She turned to the guy next to her with a smile, and the gutsy reporter shoved the mic his way.

man Ms. Hawthorne is head over

step up, and with a protective

on her lips. Happily

as usual, the wife was the last to know when the hubby strayed

piped up. “Miss, there’s a car tailing us, someone after you?”

back, a black Bentley on their tail with a license plate too bold to ignore. In a blink, the

slammed the brakes; Lizetta lurched forward, then snapped back by

tapping on the window. Deliberate and rhythmic,

white gripping the seatbelt,

driver, who, caught in that icy stare, felt

and Remington leaned inside.

he yanked off her seatbelt, his hand pressing against the inside of the seat, his

Lizetta

kiss her, but all he did was sneer, “Lizetta, playing

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with that affectionate tone, nor had he let her call

chest, Lizetta turned her head, “Playing possum sure beats your time–management show.”

hoarse, and without another word, Remington scooped her out of the car.

She

her hip was firm and unyielding, as if scorching