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.

tears, got up quickly, put on her

from the small living room table when Remington’s voice echoed from the spiral staircase.

you

She thought he had left. How was

saw Remington in a different suit, a slate gray three–piece with

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

before replying, “I came back for the plum

you need that

drink it. I’m going now.”

two steps when Remington came the stairs in big strides, catching up

you doing now?!”

handsome face

taking anything, huh? Put

retorted, “I meant it when I said I’m not taking anything. These two jars of

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and I made the wine myself. They’re mine. What’s wrong with taking

her feel

Do you even know how much that rum you brewed sells for a bottle? And those jars, they belong

in her hands, which

drink

they’re still mine!

。-。,,

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