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.

hip, and

stiffened, her voice quivering slightly.

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

to avoid his scorching breath.

you mean?”

movements were somewhat adorable, like a proud cat refusing to be docilely

parted slightly, kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his

you know why my grandma gave

was annoyed, “I let it be because I

their marriage, he

lost. She had tried every shameless

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

more, but even after breaking his

those few times he did, and each lasted so long and exceeded the usual count, she would

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

be letting you down if I didn’t live

pinned Lizetta beneath him, his

hands, “Don’t!

you, talking about divorce? From today on, let’s make up for it. Four times

open the woman’s neckline.

the woman’s face, making it stand

her eyes look

truly didn’t want

understood at that moment.

if he burned that divorce agreement, her mind was

an instant, replaced by a frosty edge as

do you want if not me in

tears as she glared back

she remembered the nights she

were about to divorce, why was he

with every fiber of her being,

Just as Lizetta felt like she was drowning in the man’s oppressive stare, he turned and lay back down.

of relief, though her heart was heavy with an indescribable

her eyes, forcing

long time, and just when she thought Remington had

getting divorced. Dream on!”

and she opened her eyes; it took a

“But…I miss Remi.”

who used to treat her with tenderness, the one who had

wanted to find her

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

spoke softly, and the man

then she

knock, knock. Knock.

eyes moistened in

was with Evelina; they were all over the trending searches, yet

now the tears

severe psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who brought her back to the Dashiell family, and Lizetta only trusted

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

arms.

didn’t improve. One night, Remington turned over in

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saw the girl sitting on the floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into a large lump, her eyes

only fourteen with a temper. He nearly lost it and with a

was discovered, she would hold a pillow and shrink at the foot of the

right next to his, with a folding screen in between. Even so, there would always be an extra lump on his

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