Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta clenched her fists tightly, having Just thought she glimpsed a man’s silhouette darting past the door during her dance.

She thought she might have seen wrong, but it was really him. Over and over, he snatched away her opportunities and creations to give to Evelina.

But Lizetta still held onto a sliver of hope, her questioning gaze turned to Louis, who sheepishly smiled and pulled her aside, “Sorry about that, Ms. Gardenia. Your dance really suited the game we’re developing, it took it to the next level.

We were totally on board for a collab this time too, but I guess the boss had other things on his mind. He just checked out your original dance, wasn’t thrilled, and decided we can’t go forward with the contract.”

So, Remington saw her, knew it was her, and that was why he pulled the plug? Lizetta’s palm pinched in frustration, feeling a numbness in her heart.

“How could you do this to us?! Isn’t this just toying with people? Your big company playing games without a shred of integrity!”

Yolanda was fuming, teeth clenched, but Lizetta held her back, “Let it go, Yolanda; let’s just leave.”

Remington’s orders were final; making a fuss now wouldn’t change a thing.

Stepping out of Skyward Studios, Lizetta and Yolanda saw Remington’s car roll up, the back window halfway down, revealing the man’s cold, haughty profile.

Yolanda immediately charged forward, “Stop the car!”

Without Remington’s say–so, the driver dared not halt, continuing to drive as the man’s gaze didn’t even flicker their way.

Yolanda, fueled by rage, dashed in front of the car, determined to get justice for Lizetta.

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Lizetta saw the danger and rushed over, trying to pull Yolanda back. In the backseat, the man finally looked up, his pupils shrinking, “Stop the car!”

He commanded sternly. The driver slammed on the brakes, but the two women grappling in front of the car had vanished from sight, possibly hit by accident.

Remington’s hands, resting on his knees, balled up fiercely. He flung open the car door and stepped out, striding towards the front.

There, Yolanda had narrowly avoided being hit, tumbling to the ground unsteadily. Lizetta, pulling her back, was dragged down with her, both landing in a heap, utterly disheveled.

Remington approached, seeing they were unharmed, and spoke with a steely face, “Nice try playing bumper fraud.”

“Badass Remington, you hit your own wife with a car, now that’s slick!” Yolanda spat back angrily.

Lizetta, pushing herself up from the ground, held back Yolanda from charging again, and said to Remington.

“Mr. Dashiell, you got it wrong. Scammers pick on the soft–hearted, kind ones. A black–hearted capitalist like you doesn’t even qualify to be scammed.”

Remington snorted coldly. Of course, he understood why Lizetta and her friend were so pissed.

Throwing a tantrum because the deal fell through, acting all crazy with embarrassment, and now they want

to break away from the Dashiell family, leave him? What a joke!

“If it’s not a scam, that’s good.”

With that, Remington turned and headed back to his car.

Yolanda, furious on Lizetta’s behalf, shook off her restraint and blocked the car door, glaring at Remington.

“Badass Remington, you’re a real heartless, bone–eating capitalist, aren’t you? Other tycoons at least leave their ex–wives with half their wealth, or at the very least, a car and a house and alimony!

But look at you, Liz has been practically a widow for the two years she’s married to you, and you’re leaving her with a mountain of debt in the divorce! She tries to make a buck, and you block her path, snatch her resources to pamper your mistress.

Siphoning food from your wife’s plate to feed your mistress, you’re too stingy to play sugar daddy! What did Liz do in her past life, dig up your ancestors‘ graves or something, for you to humiliate and bully her like this? What kind of man are you!”