Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington was giving Yolanda the cold shoulder, his eyes practically freezing over with the lack of warmth in his gaze.

Lizetta, scared he might do something to Yolanda, quickly stepped in to shield her.

Remington scoffed coldly and barked an order, “Take her away!”

Immediately, a few bodyguards stepped up and started dragging Yolanda away.

“Yolanda!” Lizetta, worried sick, tried to intervene but found herself caught by the man’s iron grip around her

slim waist.

He yanked open the car door, and before she knew it, Lizetta was tossed into the vehicle.

“Badass Remington! The one trash–talking you is me, so come at me! Liz!”

Yolanda was freaking out, scrapping with the bodyguards. But before she could break free, Remington’s car was already speeding off with Lizetta.

Inside the car.

Lizetta climbed up from the back seat, fixing her hair, surprisingly unfazed. She knew deep down that Remington wouldn’t hurt her- that trust was etched into her very bones since childhood.

It was like it was coded into her DNA, impossible to rewrite.

“Where are we headed? I want to get

out.”

Remington chuckled, “Weren’t you the one running your mouth about how I made you a widow, how I’m not a real man? Let’s find a place and shoot a video to hash this out, give me a chance to clear the air.”

Lizetta was speechless.

She thought Remington was just spouting hot air, but then he actually told the driver, “Head to the nearest

hotel.”

Lizetta started to panic, “It wasn’t me spreading that; it was just Yolanda blowing off steam because you snatched what was mine and gave it to Evelina. If you’re really ticked off, isn’t an apology enough?”

Remington shot a glare at her anxious face, the anger inside him raging hotter. Was she that scared of him touching her?

She was all defiance and backbone just a moment ago, but the moment he mentioned a hotel, she was quick to say sorry.

He lifted her chin with his hand, “Snatched away? Ha, everything in Skyward Studios is mine to give. If I want to give Evelina the chance, I will. What’s it to you?”

Lizetta bit her lip, seething and resenting the situation. If she couldn’t land this deal, she’d be 300 grand short of the 3 million she needed. She swallowed her pride and tried to reason with him.

“But you know my dance skills well; Evelina can barely move to the rhythm. Mr. Dashiell, you’re not known for playing favorites or blurring the lines between business and personal. Otherwise, the Starlight Group wouldn’t be thriving. You’ve always been about fairness, valuing talent.”

“Are you talking about me? In your eyes, aren’t I Badass Remington, with a rotten heart? You’re really buttering me up to get this job.”

Remington’s brows arched sharply, his tone dripping with sarcasm. But Lizetta wasn’t just flattering him; she had been running errands in the president’s office of the Starlight Group for ages.

Remington’s work ethic and principles were beyond reproach, he was a leader who never noted on a whim Yet she never expected that these principles would become worthless when Evelina came into the picture.

For Evelina, he would even kick Lizette to the curb without a second thought. Her heart felt like it was being aliced open, yet Lizette still looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping for fairness, for him to change his mind.

“I can guarantee my dance will be worth every penny, adding sparkle to the garne if you don’t believe me, let me compete with Evelina and see the final results”

“No need. I’ve made up my mind. The opportunity is Evelina’s, and even if she’s not up to it, it wont be yours. Add sparkle to the game? You’re just a dancer, Lizetta; you’re not so irreplaceablet” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He cut her off, his icy words filled with dental, disdain, and contempt for her. Lizetta fett a heaviness in her chest like a boulder was sitting on it. She didn’t want to exchange another word with him

“Stop the carl I want to get out!”