Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 262

Lizetta bent down to prop up Remington and walked towards the king–sized bed: Once at the bedside, Remington hung his head low, his thin lips curving slightly.

He was about to lie down, thinking to himself that little rascal Joseph knew a thing or two.

Just then, Lizetta suddenly let go of him, raised her foot, and planted a hefty kick right on the man’s upturned rear

*Oof!*

:བྷྲ ཎཱ ཎྜ བྷྲ པྟཱཿ , རྞྞ རྩྭཀྑཱུ

Remington’s large and heavy frame was actually sent sprawling onto the bed by her kick.

“Lizetta!”

Remington was momentarily shocked, shouting out in disbelief as he experienced something like this for the first time.

This wasn’t just like pulling a hair from a tiger’s head, it was practically like hopping on the tiger’s head for a joyride.

Lizetta used to be quite afraid of Remington. In her eyes, Remington had both the authority of a father or brother and the preciousness of someone in love.

She was always walking on eggshells to please him, fearing even a single frown from him.

But now she was ready to call it quits. Love was out the window, and all the rose–colored filters were shattered on the ground.

– she wa

She was all in for a broken pot falling off the shelf she wasn’t scared of him anymore.

–

her chin up, Lizetta quipped, “Wow, shouting so loudly, aren’t you? Not feeling weak anymore? I had no clue you was such

and tumed

grabbed by a strong force and, before she knew it, Lizetta found herself underneath

her limbs, but Remington, like a fierce lion,

down on her legs, and with his other hand, he yanked

and untamed aura as he coolly curved his lips towards

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man would be weak in bed? And I had no idea you liked hearing me moan

crimson with anger and a hint of fear, trembling as

are you

spouses, in bed what do

spoke, he had already undone all his shirt buttons,

nów was slightly reddened from a hot tea burn, giving him an

also smell the unique scent of cool pine mixed with the clean, masculine fragrance emanating from

blend of hormones.

panic, nervousness, anger, and a sense of breaking down as she bit her lip, tears welling

eyes.

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a daddy with another woman. Why are you still bothering me? I’m

deliver a threat. For someone who had played the good girl for too long, it was a

order.

but let out a snort of

your breath or you might just become the first woman to die from not being