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, and

stiffened, her voice quivering

skin behind her ear, his voice husky to

to avoid his scorching

do you mean?”

somewhat adorable, like a proud cat

kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice huskier

know why my grandma gave me that soup?”

it be

first year after their marriage, he hadn’t touched her.

lost. She had tried

he would still turn a blind eye. Even when she fell into his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on

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

for those few times he did, and each lasted so long and exceeded

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

down if I didn’t live up to

Lizetta

her hands, “Don’t!

the one accusing me of not satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today on, let’s make up for it. Four

ripped open the

the woman’s face, making

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

truly didn’t want

understood

divorce agreement, her mind was set on

instant, replaced by a frosty edge as he fiercely grasped Lizetta’s small

you want if not me in my

tears as she glared

that’s for sure! Get off me!” Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had waited for him, how he had

getting over him and they were about to divorce, why

her being, her eyes glistening

like she was drowning in the man’s oppressive stare, he turned and lay back

relief, though her heart

her eyes, forcing herself to sleep.

Remington had fallen asleep, his icy voice cut

we’re not getting

it

“But…I miss Remi.”

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

to find her brother

they would become unrecognizable to each

softly, and the man behind her said nothing.

she heard the sound of the

knock.

eyes moistened in an instant.

over the

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

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

next to Remington’s, and when nightmares plagued her, making her scream and cry, Remington would rush to her side, comforting

arms.

improve. One night, Remington turned

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with a pillow, her forehead swollen into a large lump, her

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

a rustling 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,

folding screen in between. Even so, there would always

from unruly 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 taking on the role of a nanny at