Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington's fingers clenched around his phone with such force that his knuckles stood out starkly in the night.

A chill crept up his spine, that unsettling feeling sweeping over him once again.

"Get it sorted!" he commanded, his voice a deep growl. He didn't wait for Ray's response before hanging up and immediately dialing Lizetta's number. During those few seconds waiting for the ringtone, even his breaths became short and rapid.

His mind raced with a flurry of thoughts. He had assumed Hans had spotted a tail and bolted out of fear.

But now, the idea that Hans's flight from Zion City was just a decoy, and that he might still be lurking there, raised the question: what was he planning?

The image of Hans confronting Lizetta flashed before Remington's eyes, her face pale with shock.

He couldn't bear to think what might happen if Hans was still around, biding his time...

His palm, gripping the phone, grew clammy.

But the phone kept ringing with no answer.

Remington's brow furrowed deeply, then dialed Bess's number.

Meanwhile, Evelina was being carried out, her screams piercing the air as she was loaded into a vehicle.

Stella approached rapidly, urging, "Remington, let's go. We need to head to the hospital..."

She reached out to pat his shoulder, but he turned abruptly.

lit up the night sky,

but his eyes were a

back

wind,

her phone either, an unmistakable

something was wrong

me..." Stella's voice trailed off as she

storm outside was fierce, with rain pouring down in

had already dashed into the rainfall, heading straight for the parked Bentley. The chaos in the courtyard, illuminated

cries echoed from the stretcher as the

bodyguard, chased after Remington through the

going? You'll get sick running out in the rain like

torn apart by the

to Remington, all of it seemed

only one thought: he needed to get back to Zion

that the two bodyguards left with her would

Liz always slept through her phone ringing Maybe she was just ignoring his calls on a

And Bess, probably taking

Liz's sleep

herself. Such laziness, he thought, deserved

door, and as if in answer