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 her

to leave with two jars of wine from the small living room table when Remington’s voice echoed from the spiral

you

had left. How was

different suit, a slate

and aloof, as if what had just happened in the dressing room was a

her lips before replying, “I came back for the

you need that

to drink it. I’m

she had barely taken two steps when Remington came the stairs in big strides, catching up and gripping her arm

you doing now?!”

annoyed; Remington’s handsome face

Not taking anything, huh? Put

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

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and I made the wine myself. They’re mine.

made her feel like a

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

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

drink this wine.”

I don’t drink plum wine? Even if I don’t, they’re still mine! Nobody should

。-。,,

away, but Remington didn’t let go