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.

Lizetta froze all over, the man leaning over her, his breath cascading down her trembling

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but the sensation was more nerve–wracking than if they had, climbing up to her ear and tickling her – Lizetta turned her

voice was colder than the hot palm of his hand, “So, you stripped yourself for a breakup shag, and now you’re playing coy? Do you know how guys treat a girl who shows

tenderness, only fear and embarrassment. Her voice broke as she shook

the villa’s servants were actually around. If they heard a commotion in

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

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

insisted it wasn’t necessary. If only she had known, she

them, but before she could finish, the

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

blankly stared at the couch below her, one she had personally chosen, its bright and

with Remington on that couch, watching soap operas and

imagined more shameful scenarios, embraces and

looked forward to it before, the colder and more unbearable