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 her

stiffened, her voice

skin behind her ear, his voice husky

neck to avoid his scorching breath.

you

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

slightly, kissing the sensitive skin behind

you know why my grandma

let it be because I knew you were frigid!”

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

She had tried every

around him in skimpy 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 crave more, but even

long and exceeded the usual count, she would have suspected he

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

down if I didn’t live up to that

over and pinned Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming pheromones enveloping

raising her hands, “Don’t!

about divorce? From today on, let’s make

open the

woman’s face, making it stand out against

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

didn’t want

froze; he understood

agreement, her mind was set on

by a frosty edge

not me in my

eyes brimmed with tears as she glared back at

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

him and they were about to

every fiber of her being, her eyes

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

relief, though her heart was heavy with

closed her eyes, forcing

long time, and just when she thought Remington

not getting

eyes; it took a moment before she whispered

“But…I miss Remi.”

the Remington who used to treat her with tenderness,

to find

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

spoke softly, and the man behind her

then she heard the sound of the wall being

knock, knock. Knock.

in an

all over the trending

tears she had held back silently cascaded down like

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

to Remington’s, and when nightmares plagued her, making her scream and cry, Remington would rush to her side, comforting her until she calmed down and fell asleep peacefully in his

arms.

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

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on the floor with a pillow, her forehead swollen into a

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

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 as

folding screen in between. Even so, there would

the wildest young master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a princess bed in his room, even taking on the