Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

I never expected to get caught in a downpour, with both the signal and the mountain roads cut off, delaying my journey. What I least expected was for Stella to come down with a relentless fever halfway

through, nor did I anticipate Yolanda's accident at the wedding."

It was his arrogance, always believing he had everything under control, but he forgot that things didn't always go according to plan.

Lizetta slowly turned her head to look at him. Perhaps it was the dim lighting of the hospital corridor, but the man's handsome features seemed shadowed, almost pale.

But Lizetta realized she no longer felt sorry for him.

With a voice as calm as it could possibly be, she said, "Whatever issues you're wrestling with, whether you've let go of the past or not, I don't care anymore. Mr. Dashiell, please, show some self-respect." Remington's grip on Lizetta's arm loosened slightly. She took a deep breath, about to pull her arm away to leave, but then he suddenly pulled her in closer, holding her tight.

His familiar scent overwhelmed her. But all Lizetta felt was revulsion as she pushed against him.

"Remington, what exactly are you trying to do!"

confessed your love to in your diary,

his hold, keeping the struggling woman firmly in his embrace as if not letting go could somehow make her his

now, with everything laid bare, Lizetta

Loved you so much that I demeaned myself, but now I've woken up. I don't want to love you anymore! I'm begging you, let me go!" Lizetta managed to lift her head from his embrace,

loved him felt like a painful strike to his heart, cruelly torn

misunderstanding you and Lucian all this time. I've been so

love me, then continue to do so. I refuse to believe

of emotion raising in his icy gaze. His demand was fierce; he commanded her to keep loving

of anger, she slapped Remington

as if he couldn't understand what he'd said that made her angry

however, gave a bitter

its peak, a qualitative change brought on by quantitative accumulation. Believe it or not, I truly don't

years ago, when I said I didn't drug you to get into your bed, you didn't believe me! When I said I liked you, you didn't believe

the bottom of it. Clearly, you never did. If you had, you would've found out the