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.

sitting on his hands, she’d weathered her share of high society’s whispers and even battled mild depression a couple years back, finally clawing her way out of it.

my fair share of face–to–face slander, so why should online

on it, treating it like a haven for your music world. And

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

shook her head; Lizetta never told her.

her lips slightly, “That stormy night fourteen years ago, when Remington brought me into the Dashiell family, the lyric playing on

you’re guarding isn’t your dream of music

smile, a

shattered it. Full circle, it’s fate. It’s all

was smiling, but Yolanda felt she was breaking inside. Who knew if Remington would regret it one day.

as Yolanda was pondering this, Lizetta’s phone rang. It was Cedric. Lizetta

“Cedric?”

familiar, deep, magnetic male voice that came through,

not your employee now, nor your sister

“As

husband, Mrs.

All those days she waited for him, he never acknowledged her status. Now that she was letting go, he was throwing “Mrs. Dashiell”

to be your Mrs. Dashiell anymore,” her

Starlight Group President’s office.