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 mind went

her

behind her ear, his voice husky to the extreme, “Why so

neck to avoid his scorching

you mean?”

like a proud cat refusing to be

kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice huskier

grandma

“I let it be because I knew you were

the first year after their

felt lost. She had tried every

clothes, he would still turn a blind eye. Even when she fell into his arms and her towel dropped, leaving her bare on top

would get a taste and crave more, but even after breaking his celibacy,

for those few times he did, and each lasted so long and exceeded the usual count, she would have suspected he had some kind

bane of Viagra; grandma’s tonic soup was

I’d be letting you down if I

flipped over and pinned Lizetta beneath him,

hands, “Don’t! I don’t want this!”

you, talking about divorce? From today on, let’s make up for it. Four times in one

open the woman’s neckline.

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

pale, making her eyes look especially pitiful and full

truly didn’t want it.

understood

her mind was

in an instant, replaced by

not me

tears as

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

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

being, her eyes

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

though her heart was

forcing

just when she thought Remington had fallen asleep, his icy voice cut through the

we’re not getting divorced. Dream

breath hitched and she opened her eyes; it took a

“But…I miss Remi.”

to treat her with tenderness, the one who had

to find her brother

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

man behind her

her, but then she heard the sound of the wall being

knock, knock. Knock.

in an

Evelina; they were all over

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

death, leaving her with severe psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who brought her back

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

arms.

night, Remington turned

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

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

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

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

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