Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta was just about to say goodbye to Lucian when she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

She turned around in shock, only to see Remington had doubled back.

He yanked off the coat belonging to Lucian that she was wearing and tossed it back to him. Before Lizetta could even process what was happening, Remington scooped her up again.

The man was cold as ice all over, his jaw clenched tight, his gaze on Lucian icy and distant, “Aren’t you leaving? Need an invite for a cup of tea or something?”

His disdain was as plain as day, and Lucian was lost for words.

“Speaking of which, I’ve been away for years. You and Liz got hitched, and I’ve never even dropped by. It’s not too much to ask for a cup of tea, right?”

Lucian took a step forward, but Remington stood there expressionless, like an insurmountable iceberg.

Lucian stopped in his tracks, resigned, “Alright, alright, I’ll go. Liz has a head injury, Remi; don’t forget to take care of it later.”

He voiced his concerns, but Remington shot back coldly. “And why are you so concerned about her?”

“Come on, I’m her brother, duh.” Lucian merely thought the question was weird.

Remington’s gaze turned colder. “She’s your sister–in–law. Don’t make me say it a third time.”

Lucian was speechless as Remington added, “I can take care of my own wife. No need for outsiders to fret.”

With that, Remington turned and carried Lizetta towards the villa. Lucian was left standing there, taking a moment before he raised his eyebrows with a chuckle. “Seriously, jealous over that?”

Shaking his head, he got into his car and said to his lawyer, “Let’s head to the hospital.”

He had to see if his rescue attempt was successful. Hopefully, it was; otherwise, Lizetta might not get over the hurdle of taking a life, casting a lifelong shadow. Plus, it would be too easy an out for that bastard.

Remington strode with long, quick steps. Lizetta, fearing she might fall, silently wrapped her arms around his neck, a frown on her face.

“Lucian was helping me out tonight. Even if you’re not happy with me, you shouldn’t have just snapped and sent him packing!” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Remington glanced down with a cold snort, “If he’s so great, why on earth did you climb into my bed in the first place? You should’ve climbed into his and married him instead. Grandma and his mom would’ve been thrilled.”

Lizetta felt as if her heart had been torn open, the cold wind cutting through.

Lucian’s father was the youngest son of the old lady and had passed away young. His mother lived a secluded life, uncompetitive and always fond of Lizetta.

Lizetta and Lucian were about the same age, and Fiona had indeed wanted to match them up back in the day. but unfortunately, Lizetta and Lucian had no interest in each other, and then that incident happened.

Lizetta clenched her fists, “Yeah, I should have married Lucian. Maybe I could have been a champion’s wife, mmm!”

Her words were cut off as Remington suddenly bent down and sealed her lips with a fierce and urgent kiss.

He sucked on her lips with a force that was rough and wild, stealing away all her thoughts and pulling her into his breath.

Lizetta’s head spun; she gasped for air, pushing against Remington’s chest, trying to break free. But her rejection

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and resistance only fueled the man’s anger and Jealousy even more.

He had already carried her into the foyer, placing her on the narrow shoe cabinet, kissing her deeper and leaving no room for resistance.

The shoe cabinet was so narrow that Lizetta was forced to wrap her legs around his lean waist. After what she had been through that night, she had no mood for this, and his forcefulness brought back all the bad memories.

Tears threatened to fall, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead as she bit Remington hard, “Mmm, stop!”

The taste of blood filled his mouth, and Remington also smelled a strange men’s cologne on her. He thought it was Lucian’s scent, and his eyes narrowed with cold fury.

“Stop? After all the tricks you pulled to lure me back, now you want to play hard to get again?” He scoffed coldly. and then he seemed to lose all control, pressing down on her with a heavy breath.