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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Chapter 22

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 her mind went

She stiffened, her voice quivering slightly.

skin behind her ear, his voice husky to

to

do you

evasive movements were somewhat adorable, like a proud cat refusing

skin behind her ear, his voice

why my grandma

be because I knew you were frigid!”

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

had tried every shameless seduction

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

crave more, but even after breaking his celibacy, he barely touched

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

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

down if I didn’t live

flipped over and pinned Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming

her hands, “Don’t! I don’t want

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

open

the woman’s face, making it stand out against the night

delicate face was pale, making her eyes look especially

didn’t

froze; he understood at that moment.

her mind

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

not me in my bed?”

as she

sure! Get off me!” Her nose felt sour as she remembered the

finally getting over him and they were about to divorce, why

of her being, her eyes

somber as he stared at her intently. Just as Lizetta felt like she was drowning

of relief, though her heart was heavy with an

eyes, forcing herself

time, and just when she thought Remington had

we’re not getting divorced.

her eyes; it took a moment before she

“But…I miss Remi.”

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

wanted to find her brother again.

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

the man behind her said

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

knock. Knock.

in an

Evelina; they were all over the trending searches, yet she

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

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 and

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

arms.

condition didn’t improve. One night, Remington turned

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a pillow, her forehead swollen into a large lump, her eyes brimming with tears.

Remington was only fourteen with a temper. He nearly lost it and with a grimace, dumped

discovered, she would hold a pillow and shrink at the foot of the bed, not daring to make a sound,

bed set up right next to his, with a folding screen

of this, and the wildest young master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a princess