Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Once upon a time, no one had ever mentioned this to Lizetta, leaving her stunned as she gazed at Remington.

"You're kidding, right?"

Cradling her face gently, Remington's gaze softened, and a faint smile played on his lips.

"I'm not kidding. When you were a little over two, you visited the Dashiell estate. The servants were frantic, unable to find you anywhere. It wasn't until I came home from school that I discovered you had somehow commandeered my bed.

Liz, you were the first to claim my bed, and so far, the only one. And I intend to keep it that way. Don't you think you owe it to me?"

This revelation made Lizetta's cheeks inexplicably warm.

She figured it must be from the warmth of Remington's palm.

As Remington's smile faded slightly, his voice grew husky.

"When I was eight, my grandfather took me fishing. I wandered off, and by the time I returned, he had collapsed from a heart attack. The delay in finding help... it cost him his life. I locked myself away, overwhelmed with guilt, refusing food and water, shunning everyone's concern..."

and Fiona shared a close bond, and since the old man's early demise, the Dashiell family seldom spoke

a simple case of passing away due to illness, never imagining it to

painful memories, she instinctively reached out, softly stroking

his lips

finally pulled me out of

her heart

the corners of his eyes,

"Me?"

way into my room by accident, you tumbled through the

the pacifier hanging around your neck, trying to shove it into my mouth, covered in your drool. Liz, see, we've been exchanging

increasingly outrageous tale, Lizetta felt her ears burn with

his mouth,

it, I don't want to hear

hand away,

it meaningless? I want you to know, when Thaddeus brought you to the Dashiell estate, I took you in, not because of Stella, but because you had already saved me without