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.

quickly, put on

wine from the small living room table when Remington’s voice echoed

are you taking?”

froze. She thought he had left. How was

saw Remington in a different suit, a slate gray

cold and aloof, as if what had just happened in the

pursed her lips before replying, “I came back for

do you need

to drink it.

barely taken two steps when

are you doing

was annoyed; Remington’s handsome face was even

very proud? Not taking

meant it when I said I’m not taking anything. These

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made the wine myself.

made her feel like a

the plums from the Dashiell family’s orchard? Do you even know how much that rum you brewed sells for a bottle?

the two glass wine jars in her hands, which to the unaware

drink this wine.”

don’t, they’re still mine! Nobody should lay a finger on Remington’s stuff!”

。-。,,

walk away, but Remington didn’t