Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 45

Lizetta only freaked out for a sec she’d taken so many tumbles while dancing that her muscles have a mind of their own now.

She was about to pull a mid–air twist and flip when a big hand clamped down on her side. Before Lizetta could even process what was happening, she was scooped up off the ground into a full–on bear hug.

Her heart pounding, Lizetta looked up and locked eyes with the man who’d been MIA for a week. The mall’s overhead lights were blinding, but there he was, holding her, his perfectly combed hair catching the starlight, looking like some sort of god with his handsome face.

He was dressed to kill today in a black shirt and a silver–gray checkered tie. His suit wasn’t the run–of–the–mill kind – it had a bold peak lapel design, and with that silver brooch and matching watch gleaming, he was the epitome of posh arrogance.

Lizetta was so stunned being in his arms that she was totally spaced out. Then he whispered in her ear, “What, I’ve been away that long and you couldn’t recognize your own hubby?”

Hubby? That was a new one for Lizetta – she couldn’t help but blush to her roots, all discombobulated.

It wasn’t until she caught the scoffing, not teasing, look in Remington’s eyes that she snapped back to reality.

She pushed him away and hopped down, quipping, “Yep, didn’t recognize you. After all, even a mutt can look like a gentleman for a day.”

Remington almost burst out laughing in fury. He’d saved her and this was his thanks – a dig at his humanity?

“Can’t walk upright anymore? All you got left is a sharp tongue, huh? If I’m a mutt, then you’re

mutt’s mate.”

Remington steadied her and then let go.

mate? What the heck

stepped up, a respectful

had been strictly business. A lineup of suited and booted elites stood at the shoe store’s entrance, all eyes on them,

folks, Remington’s regal aura was

they’d caught her snarky

floor up, get

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around.”

their life depended on it, even scribbling notes.

Lizetta and then walked

in business mode in no time, sharp as ever, “What’s with the

the group moved off, Yolanda rushed over, grabbing Lizetta’s hand and whispering with a squeal, “Gotta admit, Badass Remington’s got the hardware and software down pat.

do I feel

up recently? Where have you two been rolling in the hay? You’re staying

belongs to

trying on shoes, ignoring Yolanda, but it seemed

behind, “Hilarious, some people would do anything to marry into wealth and yet they’re stuck browsing at a plebeian shoe store, not minding

Evelina and Shirley, looking like two peas in a pod.

the sixth child in Remington’s generation and was the daughter of

one and only girl, but when the former was adopted, without changing her last name, she stepped into the family hierarchy and had