Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 110

Was this what they called no talent? Just average?

Evelina wasn’t fool; she insisted on Lizetta’s tunes even if it cost her 200 grand per play.

Yolanda was fuming, pounding the bed, “The haters don’t even bother to get to know your before they start throwing shade! Ugh! I feel like grabbing a kitchen knife and going after that Bitch Evelina!”

Lizetta tried to calm her down, “Chill, I’m not even sweating it.”

Was anyone made of stone here? Could one really brush off getting dragged by so many people?

Grabbing her phone, Yolanda said, “I gotta check if that trending topic was paid for, see if we can get it pulled down.”

Yolanda had got some clout, studying at the film academy and always on movie sets. She got the lowdown pretty quick, hung up, and got even more pissed.

Lizetta had a hunch, “Remington’s doing?”

Yolanda’s eyes were blazing, “The Dashiell Group ordered the hit. They want it up for two days, no takedowns allowed.”

Lizetta saw this coming. How else would a arranger like her hit the trending topics and catch so much flak without someone pulling strings?

“Liz, stop smiling. If you wanna cry, just cry it out. You holding it in is freaking me out,” Yolanda gave her a hug.

share of high society’s whispers and even battled mild

should online hate faze me?

about this account; you always kept it clean, never cashing in on it, treating it like a haven for your music world. And now Evelina’s trashed

a moment before she cracked a slight smile, “Yolanda, do you know how I came up with

Lizetta never told her.

me into the Dashiell family, the lyric

your dream of music and dance, but Remington? Yolanda’s

curved with a smile, a mix of

it. Full circle, it’s fate.

but Yolanda felt she was breaking inside. Who knew

was pondering this, Lizetta’s phone rang. It was Cedric. Lizetta frowned, hesitated, but answered anyway. After all, Cedric never

“Cedric?”

it was a familiar, deep, magnetic male voice that came through, “Unblock me!

your sister anymore. What right do you have to order me

“As

husband, Mrs. Dashiell!”

she waited for him, he never acknowledged her status. Now that

do! And I don’t want to be

the Starlight Group President’s