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 went

She stiffened, her voice quivering

ear, his

neck to

do you mean?”

movements were somewhat adorable, like a proud cat

behind her ear, his voice

you know why my grandma gave me

be because I knew you were frigid!”

their marriage,

had tried every shameless

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 to cool

more, but even after breaking his

and each lasted so long and exceeded the usual count, she would

self–control, he was the bane of Viagra; grandma’s tonic soup was nothing to him.

if I didn’t live

flipped over and pinned Lizetta

hands, “Don’t! I don’t want

From today on, let’s make up for it. Four times in one night, is that enough?”

forcefully ripped open

making it

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

didn’t want it.

froze; he understood at that

that divorce agreement, her mind was set on splitting up.

in an instant, replaced by a frosty edge as he fiercely grasped

do you want if not me

eyes brimmed with tears as she glared

don’t want you, that’s for sure! Get off me!” Her nose felt sour as she remembered the nights she had waited

him and they were

every fiber of her being, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

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

though her heart was heavy with an indescribable

eyes, forcing herself

thought Remington had fallen asleep, his icy

we’re not getting

hitched and she opened her eyes; it took a moment before she whispered

“But…I miss Remi.”

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

find her brother

that if they continued this way, they would become unrecognizable to each

man behind

but then she heard the sound of the wall being

knock, knock.

moistened in an instant.

over the trending searches, yet she didn’t cry.

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

to death, leaving her with severe psychological trauma. It was

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

arms.

One night, Remington turned over in bed

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with a

fourteen with a temper. He nearly lost

the next day, 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 sound, biting the corner of the pillow

options, Remington had another bed set up right next to his, with a folding screen in between. Even so, there would always be an extra lump on his bed

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