Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 41

Lizette cracked a chilly smile, strutted over, and swung her arm.

Ouch!”

The feather duster whacked Evelina’s arm hard, prompting a yelp as she dropped everything she was holding.

The feather duster kept coming for her, and Evelina, in agony, darted around the room in chaos. She hadn’t expected Lizetta to lay into her without so much as a word, and now she felt as if she was swelling up from hits to her hands, back, shoulders, and legs.

Cradling her head and shielding her face, she cursed furiously, “Lizetta, have you lost your damn mind? Back off, what gives you the right to hit me?”

Lizetta scoffed, “What happened to calling me ‘Sis‘? Should I just let the filth in the house fester and stink up the place? That reek coming off you, it’s strong enough to be smelled from miles away.”

Two more sharp lashed from Lizetta, putting her back into it. Evelina couldn’t take it anymore, she bolted from the dressing room with her head in her arms.

Lizetta’s chest heaved as she looked at the things Evelina had touched, feeling like last night’s dinner was about to come spewing up her throat.

She yanked out everything Evelina had touched from the drawer and tossed it into the trash. She came out of the dressing room, and found Evelina hadn’t left; she was by the bed, leaning over to tend to Remington.

“Remi, you’re sweating buckets. You’ll catch a cold. Let me help you out of these damp clothes.”

Lizetta felt a chill run down her spine, her voice sharp as ice.

“Get your filthy hands off!”

frightened Evelina let go, but at that moment, the groggy man in bed reached out and grabbed her, “Don’t go.”

as if her feet had been nailed to the floor. The room turned dark before her eyes, yet Evelina’s

“Remington, you’re awake?”

not forgetting to shoot

her sanctuary. How could Lizetta stand for

fought the urge to slap Remington

1/3

can you even see who’s human

he hadn’t been resting well these

woman’s voice and movement. Assuming it was Lizetta,

Lizetta’s pale, angry face, red eyes staring back at him, Remington began

confused about the

her belly and dropped to her knees, “Ah! My stomach, the baby. Remington, Lizetta pushed me

expression shifted, he quickly got out of bed and helped Evelina sit on

clutching her belly. Her sleeve slid

couple of times, Remington;

with anger, “Who told you to hit her?

mistress was brazen enough to invade her space and sicken

me over for what? To be

What are you ranting about!”