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,

She stiffened, her voice quivering

lips lingered on the tender skin behind her ear, his voice husky to

to avoid his scorching

you

somewhat adorable, like a proud cat refusing to be docilely petted.

skin behind her ear, his voice huskier than

why my grandma gave me that

be because

the first year after their marriage, he hadn’t touched

felt lost. She had tried

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

more, but even after breaking his celibacy, he

lasted so long and exceeded the usual count, she would have suspected he had some

was the bane of Viagra;

you down if I didn’t live

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

hands, “Don’t! I don’t want this!”

satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today

open the woman’s

outside illuminated the woman’s face, making

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

didn’t want it.

froze; he understood at that

agreement, her

eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a

want if not me in my

eyes brimmed with tears as she glared back at

remembered the nights she had waited for him, how he had left her alone in

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

with every fiber of her being, her eyes glistening with unshed

intently. Just as Lizetta felt like she was drowning

breathed a sigh of relief, though her

eyes, forcing

time, and just when she thought Remington had fallen

not getting divorced. Dream

and she opened her eyes; it

“But…I miss Remi.”

who used to treat her with tenderness, the one

to find her brother again.

feared that if they continued this way, they would become unrecognizable to each other, even

spoke softly, and the man behind her

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

knock, knock. Knock.

in

Evelina; they were all over the trending searches, yet

but now the tears she had held

when she was eight, nearly beaten to death, leaving her with severe psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who brought

her, making her scream and cry, Remington would rush to her side, comforting her until she calmed down and fell asleep peacefully in his

arms.

her condition didn’t improve. One night, Remington turned

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the girl sitting on the floor with a pillow, her

He nearly lost it and with a grimace,

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

folding screen

master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a princess bed in