Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 22

Threads of allure, tugging at his heartstrings.

A surge of restless fire shot straight to his lower belly, roaming through his body, turning into an unquenchable heat that surged out through his nostrils.

Remington jerked his head up.

Damn, what had grandmother give him to drink? His nosebleed was flowing as if he’s caught some dreadful disease!

Lizetta lay on the bed, phone in hand. Thinking of Lucian’s room being cleaned up, she decided to google some information about Lucian.

A flood of headlines popped up on the Internet.

#Seraphine Realm’s Racing Prodigy #

#A Whirlwind Life of the First F1 driver #

#Ardentia’s Most Promising Racer #

#23–year–old Lucian Bags a Milestone Point in His F1 Debut, Ready to Return Home#l

Lizetta’s lips curled up as she read, her eyes shining with pride, joy, and envious aspiration.

It wasn’t until she heard noise from the bathroom that she hurriedly flipped her phone face down on the nightstand, pulled the covers to feign sleep.

Remington, toweling off his hair, walked toward the bed, noticed the glowing phone screen, and reached out to

turn it off.

He paused as he inadvertently saw the content on the screen.

The man glanced at the woman on the bed, her eyes tightly closed, his expression indiscernible.

Lizetta, with her eyes closed, stiffened at the sound. Remington definitely knew she was faking sleep.

Just as she was about to open her eyes in annoyance, the man didn’t expose her. Instead, he put down the phone and seemed to head to the balcony. Lizetta opened her eyes to see his blurred figure leaning against the railing, his robe fluttering in the wild wind, with a dot of crimson at his fingertip.

Out there with the lightning and thunder, and he’s lighting up a smoke. When did his nicotine addiction ramp up?

She didn’t give it much thought and closed her eyes again. certain that Remington knew she was pretending to sleep.

The bed dipped behind her, but she didn’t pay it any mind.

After all, they had been married for two years, and even after their intimate moments, Remington would usually sleep in another room.

Tonight, with Fiona watching, they had to sleep together, but she was well aware of their boundaries, they would definitely sleep separately.

Just as she was about to fall into deep sleep again, the man’s strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind and gently pulled her in.

Lizetta was drawn into the man’s warm embrace, and through the thin fabric, she could clearly feel the scorching heat of his body and the firm lines of his chest and abs.

He had taken off his robe.

The man’s slightly hoarse voice was right by her ear, “Asleep?”

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The thunder rumbled again, and while the wind howled outside, the temperature inside rose rapidly

Lizetta instantly awoke, her heart pounding as loud as the thunder outside.

As she was still bewildered, the man’s lower half pressed against her.

distinct heat pressed against Lizetta’s hip, and

She stiffened, her voice

the tender skin behind her ear, his voice husky to the extreme, “Why so

neck to avoid his

do you

evasive movements were somewhat adorable, like a proud cat refusing

lips parted slightly, kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice huskier than ever.

you know why my grandma gave me

be because I knew you were

year after their marriage, he hadn’t

had tried

a blind eye. Even when she fell into his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on top of him,

more, but even after breaking his celibacy, he barely

those few times he did, and each lasted so long and exceeded the usual count, she would have

of self–control, he was the bane of

I’d be letting you down if I didn’t live up to that expectation!”

he flipped over and pinned Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming pheromones enveloping her

her hands, “Don’t! I don’t want this!”

accusing me of not satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today

open the

woman’s face, making it stand out against

making her

truly didn’t want it.

he understood at that moment.

agreement, her mind was set on splitting up.

replaced by a frosty edge as he fiercely

you want if not me

brimmed with tears as she glared

that’s for sure! Get off me!” Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had waited

when she was finally getting over him and they were about to divorce, why was he provoking her

her being, her

at her intently. Just as Lizetta felt like she was drowning in the man’s oppressive stare, he turned and lay

breathed a sigh of relief, though her heart

eyes, forcing

long time, and just when she thought Remington had fallen asleep, his

not getting divorced. Dream

her eyes; it took a moment before she whispered back.

“But…I miss Remi.”

her with tenderness, the one who had cherished

wanted to find her brother

that if they continued this way, they would become unrecognizable to each other, even the warmth in their memories would

softly, and the man behind her said nothing.

heard her, but then she

knock, knock. Knock.

eyes moistened in

over the trending

she didn’t cry, but now the tears she had held back silently cascaded down like

leaving her with severe psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who brought her back

to Remington’s, and when nightmares plagued her, making her scream and cry, Remington would rush to

arms.

improve. One night, Remington turned over in bed and kicked a lump, which

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he saw the girl sitting on the floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into a large lump, her eyes

lost it and with a grimace,

asleep, there was a rustling behind him again; not daring to come closer, as soon as she was discovered, she would hold a pillow and shrink at the foot of the bed, not daring to make a sound, biting the corner of the pillow as large tears fell.

with a folding screen in between. Even so, there

young master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a