Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 114

Lizetta thought he had calmed down, but unexpectedly, he hadn’t given up, prompting her to struggle again with renewed vigor.

He overpowered her significantly, and with her eyes shut, she was drowning in fear and confusion.

The horror she had faced not so long ago flashed back, and Lizetta’s emotions just crumbled. Tears started streaming down her face.

Tasting the bitter saltiness, Remington sensed something was wrong and retreated from her lips.

She found her voice, and her bruised, delicate lips moved to voice a faint sound.

The moment Remington heard her clearly, he felt as if struck by lightning.

She said, “Don’t, brother, please don’t.”

Remington stiffened and lifted his head to see the woman underneath him pale and terrified.

She kept her eyes tightly shut, turned her head away, her lashes wet, and her tears silently pouring down in sheer desperation and panic.

All of Remington’s lust dissipated in an instant.

He let go abruptly, his face a stormy shade of thunder, his eyes a whirlpool of indecipherable emotions.

Feeling a sudden lightness, Lizetta lay still on the floor.

After a while, she steadied her breathing and emotions, and opened her eyes. The dressing room was empty; he was gone.

On her bare skin, the residual warmth he left felt almost present.

wiped away her tears, got up quickly, put on her pants, and staggered downstairs.

of wine from the small living room table when

are you

thought he had left. How was

turned to look and saw Remington in a different suit, a slate gray three–piece with exceptional style.

was clean–cut and abstinent, cold and aloof, as if what had just happened in the dressing room was

her lips before replying, “I came back for the plum wine.”

do you need that

it. I’m

leave, but she had barely taken two steps when Remington came the stairs in big strides, catching up and

are you

was annoyed; Remington’s handsome face was

you very proud? Not taking anything, huh? Put it

when I said I’m not taking anything.

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much, and I made the wine myself. They’re

made her feel like a shameless thief.

the Dashiell family’s orchard? Do you even know how much that rum you brewed sells for a bottle? And those jars, they belong to

at the two glass wine jars in her hands, which

don’t drink this wine.”

Even if I don’t, they’re still mine! Nobody should lay a finger

。-。,,

fed up to deal with this Scrooge, she tried to walk away, but Remington didn’t let go and reached for