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.

against Lizetta’s hip,

her voice quivering

lingered on the tender skin behind her ear, his voice husky

tilted her neck to avoid his

do you mean?”

like a

slightly, kissing the sensitive skin behind her ear, his

why my grandma gave me

annoyed, “I let it be because

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

felt lost. She had tried

her towel dropped, leaving her bare

but even after breaking

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

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

Ha, I’d be letting you down if I didn’t live up to that

flipped over and pinned Lizetta beneath him, his overwhelming pheromones enveloping her completely.

“Don’t! I don’t

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

forcefully ripped open the woman’s

illuminated the woman’s face, making

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

didn’t want

understood

divorce agreement, her mind was set on splitting

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

if not me in

as she

as she remembered

they were about to divorce, why was he provoking

fiber of her being, her eyes glistening with

Lizetta felt like

sigh of relief, though her heart

forcing herself

for a long time, and just when she thought Remington had fallen asleep, his icy voice cut

we’re not getting divorced. Dream

breath hitched and she opened her eyes; it took a moment

“But…I miss Remi.”

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

find her brother again.

to each other, even the warmth in their

man behind

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

knock, knock. Knock.

in an

Evelina; they were all over the

now the tears she had held back silently cascaded down like a

nearly beaten to death, leaving her with severe psychological trauma. It was probably Remington who brought her back to the Dashiell family, and

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

arms.

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

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

fourteen with a temper. He nearly lost

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 as large

had another bed set up right next to his, with a folding screen in between. Even so, there would always

to change from unruly to well–behaved because of this, and the wildest young master of Zion City spent his whole adolescence with a princess bed in his room, even taking on