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,

to leave with two jars of wine from the small

you taking?”

thought he had left. How

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

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

“I came back for

you need

it. I’m

steps when Remington came

are you

handsome face

Not taking anything, huh? Put it

meant it when I said I’m not taking anything. These two jars of wine

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wine myself. They’re mine. What’s wrong with taking

and gaze made her

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

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

don’t drink this

I don’t drink plum wine? Even if I don’t, they’re still

。-。,,

tried to walk away, but Remington didn’t let go