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

stiffened, her voice

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

neck to avoid

do you mean?”

evasive movements were somewhat adorable, like a proud

parted slightly, kissing the sensitive skin behind her

why my grandma gave me that

annoyed, “I let it be because I knew

year after their

tried every shameless seduction

Even when she fell into his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on top of him, he stayed as composed as

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

did, and each lasted so long and exceeded the usual count, she

was the bane of Viagra; grandma’s tonic soup

down if I

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

raising her hands, “Don’t!

satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today on, let’s make

open the woman’s

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

petite and delicate face was pale, making her eyes look especially pitiful and full of panic.

didn’t want it.

froze; he understood at that

he burned that divorce agreement, her mind was set on

an instant, replaced by a frosty edge as he

you want if not me

brimmed with tears as she glared

me!” Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had waited for him, how he had left her alone

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

with every fiber of her being, her eyes glistening with

her intently. Just as Lizetta felt like she

breathed a sigh of relief, though her heart was heavy with an indescribable sadness.

eyes, forcing herself

long time, and just when she thought Remington had fallen asleep, his icy voice cut through the

getting divorced. Dream

her eyes; it took a moment before

“But…I miss Remi.”

missed the Remington who used to treat her with tenderness, the one who had cherished her..

to find her

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

softly, and the man behind her said nothing.

she

knock, knock. Knock.

eyes moistened in

were all over the trending

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

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

when nightmares plagued her, making her scream and cry, Remington would rush to her side, comforting her until she calmed down and fell asleep peacefully

arms.

a psychologist’s intervention, her condition didn’t improve. One night, Remington turned over in bed and

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a pillow, her forehead swollen into a large lump, her eyes brimming

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

she was discovered, she would hold a pillow and shrink at the foot of the bed, not

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

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