Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 202

She bet this was the real reason Lizetta’s hell–bent on getting a divorce. The old lady still can’t believe Remington would do something so ridiculous.

Gotta hustle to get to the bottom of this and keep these lovebirds from splitting for real.

In no time at all, Lizetta wrapped up her last gig before heading abroad; she finished her stint as the choreographer for the boy band’s sizzling routines.

“Hey, cutie, let’s hit the town tonight to celebrate our new album drop!”

“Yeah, I wanna buy Liz a drink too.”

“Back off! Is it your turn to treat Liz? Get in line!”

“Why should I be behind you, huh? Not cool, I challenge that!”

After leaving the dance studio, Lizetta was followed out by a bunch of the band members. The youngest was only seventeen, the oldest barely twenty–one. These idol trainees, each with their own killer looks and charm, had the power to whip fans into a frenzy and that youthful cockiness to boot.

When Lizetta first took on the role of their choreographer, she faced all sorts of skepticism and nitpicking.

But after bonding over the past twenty–plus days, she had won them over with her skills and already become their friend, someone they knew well.

saw Lizetta surrounded by a pack of young hotties; he

hitting the studio for real tomorrow. You think now’s the time to booze up? Stay sharp, we’ve got more practice

being the leader, had that natural–born authority

guys toned it down, and said their goodbyes to Lizetta, promising to keep in touch; then

tilted his head and looked at

things up, feeding girls lines, but not much of it’s for real! If they

raised an eyebrow at him and nodded, “You’re right, so I guess I’ll block you too.”

not like them!”

chuckled, “How are

starters! We didn’t meet through work; it’s different. If you block me, I’ll go on Twitter and make a scene, begging my fans for a

at his faux desperation, “Alright, I’m off to settle accounts

to the finance department to get

off to catch

walk you,” said Hamilton.

As the leader, you

left without

clicking his tongue, “Ice cold, my idol.”