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.

pressed against Lizetta’s hip, and her mind

She stiffened, her voice quivering slightly.

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

her neck to avoid

you

like a proud cat refusing to be

kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice huskier than ever.

you know why my grandma

be

first year after their

She had tried every

into his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on top of him, he stayed as composed as a monk and even

even after breaking his celibacy, he barely

times he did, and each lasted so long and exceeded

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

if I

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

“Don’t! I don’t want

From today

open the

making it

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

truly didn’t want

froze; he understood

agreement, her mind was set

eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by

you want if not me

as she glared back at

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

and they were about to divorce, why was he

every fiber of her being, her eyes

Just as Lizetta felt like she was drowning in the

breathed a sigh of relief, though her heart

eyes, forcing

thought Remington had fallen asleep, his

we’re not getting

opened her eyes; it took

“But…I miss Remi.”

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

to find her

if they continued this way, they would become unrecognizable to each other, even the warmth in their memories would be lost.

spoke softly, and the man behind her said nothing.

hadn’t heard her, but then she heard

knock.

eyes moistened in an instant.

all over the trending searches, yet

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

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

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

arms.

Remington turned

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the lights, he saw the girl sitting on the floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into

a temper. He nearly lost it and with a

as soon as he fell asleep, there was 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, not daring to make

a folding screen in between. Even so,

habits had to change 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