Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Plus, in just a couple of days, she had gotta meet Mester Dones, so she was racing again the clock to som out the divorce and get ready to jet off abroad

If she dragged her feet any longer, she wouldn’t be able to hide her baby burg Learing over, she stuted the divorce papers into Remington’s hands and started rummaging through the dove bor forage

But Remington grabbed her wrist and yanked her toward him. Lizette fell into his arms, the seater outing Into her chest so tight she could barely breathe.

“Ha, 3 million ain’t chump change. I don’t need to worry? Are you gonna do prostution? I sure as hell don wanna be sporting a title of being cuckolded before we even split

Lizetta’s face went pale as she lifted her head, her eyes bloodshot as the glared at him. Did he really see fer as worthless, only good for doing prostitution?

“You jerk, Remington!” She yelled, her voice trembling.

Remington Just pinched her chin, his eyes narrowing dangerously, a mocking smile on his lips.

“Are you planning to run to that holier–than–thou Hogan White? Or that wes behind tears bat from yesterday? Or maybe Lucian? Or you’re not planning to let any of them off the ho

“Shut up!”

Lizetta couldn’t take it anymore. She swung at him, but Pemington grabbed her wrist. Unable to stap him she started scratching at him desperately

esPublished by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Tears fell. Was it because of what happened four years ago that hed pegged her a woman who dont respect herself, who drugged men and slept around?

Remington’s neck was scratched by Lizetta, leaving visible red marks and soon, trickles of blood, a sanging pain.

He frowned and clicked open the passenger seatbelt buckle. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her over to

him.

Forced to straddle his lap, Lizetta found her hands pinned behind her her back against the steering wheel The cramped driver’s seat left them both gasping for air after the struggle

“Lizetta, you’ve got some nerve now, lashing out at me, huh?”

A fierce look flashed in Remington’s eyes, while Lizetta’s chest heaved against his firm torso.

Humiliated and furious, she turned her head away from him. Yeah, she never thought shed lay a hand on her

brother.

He didn’t know that he was her faith, her entire world. She’d rather be covered in bruises than let a breeze touch him, but it was all his doing.

Her face was a picture of stubbornness, eyes rimmed red, “Remington, I hate you, mmph”

Before Lizetta can finish, Remington forcefully turned her face to his, sealing her lips and cutting off her

words.

His kiss was fierce and punishing, chastising her for her loose tongue, devoid of tendemess, all about possession.

Lizetta’s lips and tongue quickly became numb with pain as he stirred up a storm. She bit down hard, and Remington pulled back.

She barely caught her breath before clutching the back of her head, he was at her again, relentless, oner Lizetta was gasping, never managing to bite hirm,

Instead, she was left with misty eyes, red at the edges, swollen lips, and hair in disarray, looking live shed been thoroughly ravaged in the car.

Remington leaned back, his shirt a mess too, but with a cold, distant look in his eyes, he appeared muc more composed.

Lizetta felt both humiliated and shaken, trembling slightly with anger

Just then, someone tapped on the car window. Lizetta froze, not daring to move, instinctively trying to cover her face with her disheveled hair. She cared about her reputation, unlike him.

“Remington, is that you in there?” The person outside the car, getting no response, pulled on the door and asked.