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.

heat pressed against Lizetta’s hip, and her mind

her voice quivering slightly.

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

tilted her neck to avoid his scorching breath.

you mean?”

a proud cat

sensitive skin behind her

my grandma gave me that

was annoyed, “I let it be because

year after their marriage, he hadn’t

She had tried

she fell into his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on top of him, he stayed as composed as a monk and even offered her a glass of ice

even after

and each lasted so long and exceeded the usual count, she would have

self–control, he was the bane of Viagra; grandma’s tonic soup was nothing to him.

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

and pinned Lizetta beneath

raising her hands, “Don’t! I don’t

satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today

forcefully ripped open the woman’s neckline.

lightning outside illuminated the woman’s face, making it stand

petite and delicate face was pale, making her

didn’t want it.

froze; he understood at

agreement, her

his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a

if not me in my

tears as she glared

as she remembered the nights she had

finally getting over him and they were about to divorce,

of her being, her

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

relief, though her heart

her eyes, forcing herself

a long time, and just when she thought Remington

getting

breath hitched and she opened her eyes; it took a moment before

“But…I miss Remi.”

to treat her with tenderness, the

find

continued this way, they would become unrecognizable to each other, even the warmth in

and the man behind her said

thought he hadn’t heard her, but then she heard the sound of the

knock. Knock.

moistened in

was with Evelina; they were all over the trending

divorce, she didn’t cry, but now the tears she had held back silently cascaded down like a breached dam.

memories went back to when she was eight, nearly beaten to death, leaving her with severe psychological trauma. It was

making her scream and cry, Remington would rush to her side, comforting her until she calmed down

arms.

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

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the lights, he saw the girl sitting on the floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into

Remington was only fourteen with a temper. He nearly lost it and with a grimace, dumped her

he fell asleep, there was a rustling behind him again; not daring to come closer, as soon as she was discovered, she would hold a pillow

screen in between. Even so, there would always be an extra lump

to well–behaved because of this, and the wildest young master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a princess bed in his room, even