Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 120

was astonished, “How did you recognize me?”

The videos she posted on Twitter usually only showed her hands playing an instrument, and when she danced, she wore a mask the whole time.

In real life, it was the first time a fan had recognized her,

Hamilton just chuckled. The red light turned green, and he drove off.

Lizetta, hanging on the edge of her seat with anticipation, urged, “Tell me! You must be a fake fan, leaving your idol hanging like that?”

“I’m a die–hard fan! I’ve watched each of your dance videos at least a hundred times. The last time I gave you a ride on my motorcycle, I thought your figure looked familiar. But it was dark, and I wasn’t sure. You have a tiny mole on the side of your right index finger. I made a point to check tonight, and that confirmed

Lizetta glanced down at her hand. The small mole was tucked between her index and middle fingers, barely noticeable.

She was thoroughly impressed that he had noticed

Just then, a cellphone ringtone sounded from the back seat.

It was Joseph’s phone. Lizetta leaned over to grab it.

A call from Remington.

Her smile slowly faded, and she immediately switched it to vibrate.

quickly, and Lizetta pursed her lips as

are you?” The man’s voice was

coolly. “It’s me. We’re on our way back now”

me your location, and I’ll come to pick

no argument.

he with Evelina, having just made a romantic confession? Why wasn’t he glued to his sweetheart, but instead, looking for her

you take care of Evelina. Joseph is already asleep

now, Lizetta. Can’t

off, his voice laced with anger and a chilling edge that

in the crowd, unhesitatingly squeezing through to Evelina, and the drone lights twinkling in the

her lips, her breathing

Hamilton’s considerate voice broke the silence in

to reality. “No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Dashiell. We’re almost

she hung

phone and shoved it back into Joseph’s backpack.

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car was quiet again. After a moment, Lizette turned

did it on

so straightforward and candid that Lizetta couldn’t

at her warlly, “Sis, are you mad?”