Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 216

Apollo looked totally skeptical and thought to himself that one million was a steal

Erica got back on her feet and rolled up Thaddeus‘ right sleeve.

“Lizetta. Thaddeus always had your back, remember? Check out this scar. Isn’t this from when Hans got you that one time? It’s a whopper. He bled buckets for you. You can’t be cold feet over one mil can you?”

Thaddeus‘ right arm was marked with a particularly ghastly scar that ran from his forearm all the way to his armpit.

He’d taken the hit for Lizetta, all right.

Thaddeus had been bedridden for over a year, skin and bones, muscle atrophy making the wound look all the more ferocious.

Lizetta couldn’t stand to see Thaddeus bedridden and toyed with like this, subjected to such humiliation. Her eyes flashed with frost.

*Get your hands off my big brother!”

She surged forward and yanked Erica away with force.

Erica stumbled, banging her lower back against the corner of a table and let out a scream.

Apollo, seeing his wife hurt, flew into a rage and swung at Lizetta.

Yolanda, who’d been right by Lizetta’s side, wasn’t about to let him get away with it. She lashed out with a kick and sent the not–so–slender Apollo flying.

Suddenly, the hospital room was in utter chaos.

Over at the Dashiell Group’s CEO office.

in a sharp dark gray suit, was the picture of elegance and calm, seemingly handling the company’s business

what lay open before him wasn’t any sort of

was a diary.

handwriting detailed her daily routine, work plans, and various

line, was a testament to the sweat and tears she’d poured into this period

life.

the fruits of Lizetta’s own

her as that little

underestimated

far more capable and

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was also a clear sign

the diary until his knuckles turned white.

burst through

the diary and tucked it into a

looked up,

been on pins and needles since yesterday, afraid of saying the wrong thing and stepping

Remington had been remarkably composed, almost unnervingly so, as

more composed Remington was, the

of serving a king being akin to living

report something regarding the now ex–Mrs. Dashiell, he didn’t know whether he should even bring it

not reporting it felt even riskier to Cedric.

was tough.