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,

stiffened, her voice quivering

ear, his voice

tilted her neck to

you

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

kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice

why my grandma gave me

let it be because I knew you were frigid!”

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

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 of ice water

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

long and exceeded the usual count, she would have suspected he had some kind of

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

I’d be letting you down if I didn’t live

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

panicked, raising her hands, “Don’t! I don’t want

not satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today

open

making

delicate face was pale, making her eyes look especially

didn’t want it.

froze; he understood at that moment.

he burned that divorce agreement, her mind was set on splitting

his eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a frosty edge as he fiercely grasped Lizetta’s small

want if not me in my

eyes brimmed with tears as

Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had

over him and they were about to divorce, why was

of her being, her

handsome face was somber as he stared at her intently. Just as Lizetta felt like she was drowning in the man’s oppressive stare,

breathed a sigh of relief, though her heart was heavy

forcing herself to

long time, and just when she thought Remington had fallen asleep,

getting divorced.

opened her eyes; it took a moment before

“But…I miss Remi.”

used to treat her

find her brother

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

man behind her said

he hadn’t heard her, but then she heard

knock.

in an

over the trending searches, yet

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

went back to when 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 Lizetta only trusted

scream and cry, Remington would rush to her side, comforting her until she

arms.

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

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the floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into

then, Remington was only fourteen with a temper. He nearly lost it

rustling behind him again; not daring to come closer, as soon as she was discovered, she

with a folding screen in between. Even so, there would always

because of this, and the wildest young master of Zion City spent his