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,

stiffened, her voice quivering slightly.

man’s lips lingered on the tender skin behind her ear, his voice

her neck to avoid his scorching breath.

do you

were somewhat adorable, like a proud

skin behind her ear, his voice

why my grandma gave me

it be because I knew you were

first year after their

felt lost. She had tried

towel dropped, leaving her bare on top of him, he stayed as composed as a monk and even offered her a glass of ice water to cool

would get a taste and crave more, but even after breaking his celibacy, he barely touched her

long and exceeded the usual

level of self–control, he was the bane of Viagra; grandma’s tonic soup

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

pinned Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming pheromones enveloping her completely.

“Don’t!

talking about divorce? From today on,

open the

lightning outside illuminated the woman’s face, making it

face was pale, making her

didn’t want

he understood

if he burned that divorce agreement, her mind was

replaced by a frosty edge as he fiercely grasped

not me in my

with tears as

Get off me!” Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she

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

her being, her eyes glistening

handsome face was somber as he stared at her intently. Just as Lizetta felt like she was drowning in

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

forcing herself to sleep.

Remington had fallen asleep, his

getting

and she opened her eyes; it took a moment

“But…I miss Remi.”

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

find her brother

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

spoke softly, and the man behind

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

knock, knock.

in an instant.

with Evelina; they were all over the trending searches, yet she didn’t

deciding on divorce, she didn’t cry, but now the tears she had held back silently cascaded

psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who brought her back to the

her room next to Remington’s, and 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 in

arms.

intervention, her condition didn’t improve. One night, Remington turned over in bed and kicked a lump, which

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a pillow, her forehead swollen

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

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

Remington had another bed set up right next to his, with a folding screen in between. Even

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