Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Hogan added, “Don’t worry about paying me back, just leave it at your place.”

Lizetta couldn’t refuse anymore, especially since the rain had already started to drench the ground outside.

“You better head back now” she took the shoes, hopped out of the car, and dashed into the building.

Lizette knocked on the door, and Yolanda’s face was a picture of shock, “What happened to you, and where’s Badass Remington?”

Yolanda hurriedly pulled her inside and poured her some hot water.

Lizetta took a sip and sneezed; Yolanda nudged her towards the bathroom. Once she emerged from a hot shower and settled on the couch, Lizetta briefly filled her in on what had happened, including turning down Hogan.

“Yolanda, sorry, looks like we gotta hunt for a new place again.”

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“Don’t say that. Hogan seems decent, and Badass Remington is turning into a real monster. Are you you don’t want to reconsider?”

Lizetta shook her head, “I’m not a good match to him.”

Not to mention, she was pregnant and didn’t have remarriage on her mind. Even without a baby, her heart’s wounds needed a long time to heal. Why lead someone on for no reason?Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Alrighty, you’ve got that audition with Master Dories coming up. Focus on your dance; forget about the house hunt.”

Lizetta felt a wave of warmth, leaned in for a hug, and Yolanda hissed in pain.

“Are you hurt? Did Remington’s goons do this?”

She tried to peel back Yolanda’s clothes, but Yolanda dodged, “It’s nothing, just a little twist.”

Lizetta pinned her down and saw a bruise on her shoulder blade. Without a word, Lizetta fetched the first–aid kit and started applying some ointment on the bruise.

Her aura was so intense that Yolanda didn’t dare to speak and just let her do her thing. After Lizetta pulled her clothes back, Yolanda cracked a smile and shrugged.

“That feels good.”

Lizetta glared at her, and Yolanda clung to her playfully, “All good now, really doesn’t hurt. I started it, anyway, plus I’m always getting knocked around on set, what’s a bruise or two?”

Seeing her smile, Lizetta felt a twinge in her nose.

“It’s different.”

“Okay, okay, let’s talk about something fun. You wouldn’t believe it, but Evelina’s true colors have been exposed. Hamilton’s fans are all pros at seeing through people’s BS. They’ve flooded Evelina’s Twitter, tearing her a new one.

They’re calling out her tweet for being passive–aggressive, and with her tiny following, she didn’t stand a chance. Now netizens are all over her for proof of her charitable donations.”

Yolanda showed her phone to Lizetta. True enough, Evelina’s followers were plummeting, and Lizetta’s own follower count was rocketing towards 6 million

[My Hamilton has an eye for talent! Obsessed with the goddess; his songs and dance moves are killer!]

Been a fan of Maestro Adagio for over a year, and Hamilton for 9 months, now I feel like I’m being two– timed by both; who gets it?]

But the hottest comment was a shout–out, already with a long thread below.

When is Maestro Adagio gonna follow back Hamilton? He’s about to pass out from crying!!]

Lizetta’s eyes curved into a smile as she hit the follow–back button, and Yolanda couldn’t wait to dive back. Into Evelina’s Twitter, which was full of negativity, just like Lizetta’s had been before tonight.

“Bitch Evelina has lost fifty to sixty thousands of followers; she must be freaking out! Serves her right!”

[All that talk about being a posh beauty, speaking in riddles, flaunting her love life – if she’s so great, let’s see how much she’s donated, what kind of good deeds she’s done.]

[Why’s she hiding now? Don’t tell me she hasn’t donated a dime all year, not a single contribution to society, huh? Yuck.]

The tables had indeed turned. Lizetta glanced through briefly before urging Yolanda to bed.

“Stop scrolling, have you been glued to the web all day? You’ve got raccoon eyes!”

“Really? It’s all Bitch Evelina’s fault!” Yolanda hollered as she scampered into the bedroom.

Lizetta shook her head with a smile, went back to her room, and made a call. After hanging up, she removed Remington from the block list, and sent him a message.

[Tomorrow at 9 AM, at the Starlight Group, meet me at the Café downstairs. I’ll be waiting.]