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

Spill the

for dancing, so she normally wouldn’t touch

gulp of the cold beer, and felt

her. That dirt–bag Remington got me canned from

words had Yolanda’s emotions on a roller coaster, who

up a feast for a taste of Evelina’s stale leftovers? Hold

as she

Pretty damn sure.”

was already sporting the Dashiell family heirloom bracelet. Remington gave a rat’s ass about Evelina and

was there left for

man gets what’s coming to him–plagues, a pile of kids, and nobody to

was livid, genuinely feeling for Lizetta.

drama had everyone pitying Evelina for her hard knocks, but no one thought about how Lizetta,

knew damn well that Remington was Lizetta’s only

to no good, aiming to snatch everything from Lizetta.

Lizetta’s heart. If he had to cheat, Yolanda wouldn’t

so pissed that she felt like grabbing a kitchen knife, but Lizetta just laughed and leaned in for

stings

tingled, Yolanda wrapped her arms around Lizetta’s

the noodles are getting cold.”

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

fell, “Liz, don’t