Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 30

The helmet took a knock on the front of the bike, and the young guy was totally thrown for

loop by this curve–ball.

Lizetta let go, and the dude yanked off his helmet, revealing a head of grandma–gray curls and features so fine that they were almost criminal.

You’re really gonna screw me over without even giving me a chance to catch my breath, huh?”

Lizetta was already a few meters away, but the kid, not having it, shouted even louder.

“Hey, I bet we’ll meet again. If fate’s kind, hit me up on WhatsApp!”

Lizetta, not even turning around, gave a casual wave and said, “Thanks.”

Figuring she was on board, the kid had his brows lifted, and his eyes were full of mischief. After watching Lizetta disappear, he put his helmet back on, snapped down his visor, and zoomed off against the wind.

When Lizetta walked in, Yolanda was making instant noodles. Lizetta sniffed and asked, “Got any more?”

Yolanda grabbed another cup from the kitchen. By the time the noodles were ready, Lizetta had changed into her home clothes

The two sat cross–legged on the carpet around a tiny table in the small living room, which was barely ten square meters.

Yolanda also grabbed a couple of beers, popped one open with one hand like a boss, and handed it to Lizetta

crappy? Spill the

about maintaining her figure and skin for dancing, so she normally wouldn’t touch this junk food with a ten–foot pole.

can with Yolanda’s, took a big gulp of the

That dirt–bag Remington got me canned from my training

a roller coaster, who squeezed her beer

of

the noodles as she nodded

Pretty damn sure.”

Dashiell family heirloom bracelet. Remington gave

for Lizetta to hope for?

his ass, and fast! I hope that dog of a man gets what’s coming to him–plagues, a pile

livid, genuinely feeling for Lizetta.

but no one thought about how Lizetta, being innocent and

damn well that Remington was Lizetta’s only lifeline, yet she went after

to no good,

If he had to cheat,

kitchen knife, but Lizetta just laughed and leaned

call that stings might make me snap out of it faster,”

wrapped her arms around Lizetta’s shoulders, and

noodles are getting

head to pick at the noodles; as the scent of the seafood flavor wafted up,

“Liz, don’t tell me you’re