Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Chapter 300

“Evelina, this whole thing has blown up big time, and if Me Dashiell digs up anything more on Daniel, what the heck are we gonna do if we get dragged into it.”

April was freaking out, and even Evelina looked like a deer caught in headlights for a sec, clenching the bedsheets and grinding her

teeth.

“No way, we didn’t get busted when the shit hit the fan back then, and it’s even less likely now. Just throw more cash at that Paisley dude to lay low in the sticks for another year or so, whatever it takes to keep him away from Zion City!”

Back in the day, it was April who had a middle–aged guy with the last name Paisley spread some nasty rumors about Lizetta at the Mermaid Restaurant, which got Linda, a server green with envy over Lizetta, to spill the beans to Daniel.

Daniel got suckered into trying something nasty with Lizetta, and when the whole mess blew up, April paid Mr. Paisley to skip town and lay low,

Evelina hadn’t expected this mess to still be kicking around, and now Remington was hurt because of it

She was scared stiff that her role as the puppet master would come to light.

“Got it,” April nodded.

Evelina thought for a moment, then picked up her phone and dialed Hanna,

After all, Remington got hurt for Lizetta’s sake, and that bit of news was too juicy not to share with Hanna.

the doctor’s

angiogram to the doctor, who, after a thorough

doc about Remington’s condition until she felt a weight lift

find Evelina clutching her belly, sitting

she shot to her feet

about Remington getting hurt. How

over to pick up a

the bouquet

a flower shop and knew all too well what these flowers symbolized.

love, while wisteria meant being born out of passion, dying for love, and

two rather cold flowers with lousy meanings, totally not the kind for a

really outdid herself picking these

“Nope”

flat–out rejected her

Just take the flowers in for me, to show I care. Oh, and that

think it’d be neat if my little

felt like she was being swarmed by a

she couldn’t take it anymore. She stopped dead in her tracks, spun around, snatched the bouquet from