Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta couldn't believe her ears.

What did Remington just say? He said he loved her? How could that be possible?!

Lizetta thought, perhaps the saddest thing in the world was finally hearing what she'd longed for, only to be filled with doubt and bitterness instead of joy. Without the anticipation, his words could no longer move her. Lizetta lowered her head and slowly unwrapped his arms from around her waist.

"Stop joking. If your love means constantly hurting and disappointing me, then it's a cheap kind of love I can't even bother with."

With those words, Lizetta walked away, never looking back.

Remington didn't try to stop her. His jaw clenched tight, his handsome face seemed to be coated in ice, covering the turmoil within.

He watched her determined departure, his profound gaze growing even darker, as if no light could penetrate it.

So, this was what it felt like to muster the courage to confess love, only to be doubted; to not be believed by the one he loved felt suffocating.

flurry of snowflakes. Perhaps

the necessary documents. Camille was already there, and she even brought Lizetta

coat from the servant and wrapped

I'm sorry about your face. It's all because of me," Camille's cheek still bore the mark of a slap, and Lizetta was full of

who hit me, no need to apologize. Besides, if Lucian hadn't been so protective and impulsive, Yolanda wouldn't have fallen trying to save Hanna and Evelina. Liz, don't take everything upon yourself;

her throat but

"Okay."

Lizetta eyed the Maybach

been following her since she left the hospital, but he

Remington was waiting for someone to bring

up, shielding the man inside from view. Seeing no movement, Lizetta had

man slowly rolled it down, his profile as noble

corridor was nowhere to be seen. This, Lizetta thought, was the real

separated by the snow, she looked at him, "Mr. Dashiell, have you

snowing like this, very similar to