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.

Lizetta’s hip, and her mind

her voice

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

tilted her neck to avoid his scorching

do you mean?”

movements were somewhat adorable, like a proud

slightly, kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his voice huskier than ever.

my grandma gave me

was annoyed, “I let it be because I knew you

after their marriage, he hadn’t

had tried

paraded 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 even offered her a

a taste and crave more, but even after breaking his celibacy, he barely

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

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

you down if I didn’t live up to

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

raising her hands, “Don’t! I don’t

me of not satisfying you, talking about divorce? From today on, let’s make

forcefully ripped open the woman’s

woman’s face, making

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

didn’t

he understood at that

if he burned that divorce agreement, her mind

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

you want if not me

as

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

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

with every fiber of her being, her

Just as Lizetta felt like she was drowning in the man’s oppressive stare, he turned

sigh of relief, though her

her eyes, forcing

when she thought Remington

not getting divorced. Dream on!”

opened her eyes; it took a moment before

“But…I miss Remi.”

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

wanted to find her

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

man behind her

then she heard the sound of the

knock, knock. Knock.

eyes moistened in

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

tears

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 clung to him.

plagued her, making her scream and cry, Remington would rush to her side,

arms.

intervention, her condition didn’t improve. One night, Remington turned over in bed and kicked a lump, which startled him.

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with a pillow, her forehead swollen into a large

lost it and with a grimace, dumped her back in her room.

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 large tears

to his, with a folding screen in

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