Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 101

After Lizetta had breakfast and just got into her car, her phone rang – it was Yolanda.

She saw the news from the neighborhood chat group and was worried sick, so she asked

for leave from the set and bolted.

Lizetta met her at the café, and they’d barely exchanged a few words when the landlord called, sounding really ticked off, demanding Yolanda get back ASAP.

Lizetta went with Yolanda back to the apartment, only to find their stuff chucked outside, all haphazard and messy. And to top it off, the landlord refused to refund over four

months‘ worth of rent.

“The place nearly turned into a haunted house, and I let you off easy not suing your butts! Renting to people like you was like bad karma! Thinking of getting your rent back? Dream

on!”

The landlord was this hefty woman, nearly 200 pounds, hands on hips and looking fierce.

“What do you mean ‘people like us‘?”

Yolanda was fuming. She got the landlord being mad, and she came back all sincere, ready to talk it out, anything to sort things out.

But the landlord was being nasty and throwing insults – who could stand that?

“All spooked up, up to no good, causing a ruckus chasing men, and you still got the nerve to ask me?!”

once–over with a look of utter disdain, as if she was

to talk smack about her, but saying things about Lizetta was off–limits Yolanda lost it and grabbed the

any sense of critical thinking? Blaming the victim – you’re so ‘enlightened‘, aren’t you? Come with me!”

stumbled helplessly, getting scared and collapsing on the

Someone’s gonna

wanted to drag her to the neighborhood committee to settle this, but then the landlord suddenly

Today you’re gonna witness some real fighting

over her face, “Stop! You’re the eight–time boxing champ, unbeatable across the city!

you, you were a minor then and avoided a record. Please, keep your cool!”

around, completely baffled.

really that badass?

she caught on quick, grinning menacingly, “Let go! I’ve got to teach her a

easy to fool, but she had just seen some medals and trophies while packing up, which seemed

swallowed hard, standing

house, and I won’t rent if I don’t want

? P &

signed, within the lease term, you have no

melodious voice echoed up the stairwell. Lizetta turned to see Hogan, clad in

behind his glasses, and then addressed the landlord, “I’m their lawyer,

the kind of composed and

even more, and Yolanda, unsatisfied, yanked Hogan aside, raising her fist, “You’re early. Go downstairs. After I’ve knocked some sense into her, you can come

landlord and Lizetta were speechless. Hogan paused