Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 178

skin glowed, flawless and dewy, as she hugged herself, legs crossed, trembling like a leaf.

She looked pitiful from above, her curves on full display in her disheveled state – messy yet somehow alluring.

Emotions churned in the depths of Remington’s dark eyes, but Lizetta suddenly lost all her nerve. She bent down uncontrollably to pick up her pants when the man abruptly closed in, his large hand clasping her delicate shoulder.

“Ah!”

Lizetta jumped, her head snapping up to look at Remington, her vision obscured by a swish of long hair.

She was yanked around by Remington, pushed down to kneel on the couch, her shoulder blades under his grip as he invaded her space from behind.

They’d never tried this position before. Lizetta couldn’t see Remington, but she could feel his suppressed rage and ferocity.

Her defenses completely shattered, she tried to flee on her knees, only to be pulled back by his large palm gripping her slender waist.

bodies collided with a faint sound. Lizetta froze all over, the man leaning over her, his

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nerve–wracking than if they had, climbing up to her ear and tickling her – Lizetta turned her

and now you’re playing coy? Do you know how guys treat a girl who shows up at their door in the middle

tenderness, only fear and embarrassment. Her voice broke as she shook her head, “No, not

were actually around. If they heard a commotion in the main building, they might come to check.

to wander and tease, watching her tremble under his touch. Suddenly, he asked, “Who were the bodyguards you took to

focus was on his roaming hand. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she replied without thinking. “They’re Hogan’s men,

borrowed those bodyguards from Hogan, who had also wanted to come along, but she insisted it wasn’t necessary. If only she had known, she would have gone alone, not dragging Yolanda

could finish, the man’s hand had

her came Remington’s even colder voice, “Heh, did you strip down and beg him like this to help you this afternoon?”

as if plunged into an icy cave. She blankly stared at the couch below her, one she had personally chosen, its bright and

couch, watching

scenarios, embraces and kisses, but

and more unbearable it felt