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.

against Lizetta’s hip, and her mind went

She stiffened, her

lips lingered on the tender skin behind her ear, his voice husky to the extreme, “Why so nervous?”

to avoid his scorching

do you

a proud cat refusing to

parted slightly, kissing the sensitive skin behind

why my grandma

annoyed, “I let it be because I knew you were

the first year after their

She had tried every shameless

skimpy clothes, he would still turn a blind eye. Even when 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

a taste and crave more, but even after breaking his celibacy,

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

bane of Viagra;

you down if I didn’t

spoke, he flipped over and pinned Lizetta beneath him, his

hands, “Don’t! I don’t want this!”

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

ripped open

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

and delicate face was pale, making her eyes look especially pitiful

truly didn’t want

understood

divorce agreement, her mind

in an instant, replaced by a frosty edge as he fiercely grasped

if not me in

with tears as she glared back at him.

for sure! Get off me!” Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had waited for him, how he had left her alone in their bedroom.

him and they were about to divorce, why was he provoking

every fiber of her being, her eyes

Lizetta felt like she was drowning in the man’s oppressive stare, he turned and

though her heart was

eyes, forcing herself to

thought Remington had fallen asleep, his icy voice

getting divorced. Dream

breath hitched and she opened her eyes; it took a

“But…I miss Remi.”

used to treat her with tenderness, the

wanted to find her brother

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

spoke softly, and the man behind her said nothing.

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

knock, knock. Knock.

moistened in an instant.

with Evelina; they were all over the trending

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 probably Remington who brought her back to the Dashiell family, and Lizetta only trusted and clung

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

arms.

night, Remington turned over in

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floor with a pillow, her forehead

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

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

with a folding screen in between. Even so, there

unruly to well–behaved because of this, and the wildest young master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence