Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Shirley was just about to drop some hints, but before she could even start, the private room’s door got

slammed open.

A bunch of dudes in black clothes storm in, knocking over the waiter who blocked the entrance and causing quite the commotion.

Everyone’s eyes popped out, and there’s Lizetta, rocking a dark green flowy blouse and some killer wide–legged pants, her hair casually tied up with an ebony clip, and draped in a coffee–colored trench coat; she looked all kinds of cool with two rows of bodyguards clearing the way.

And right behind Lizetta is Yolanda.

She’s all decked out in a black tracksuit, rocking a high ponytail like a college kid, but then she’s gotta be extra with these big ol‘ sunglasses and a cigarette dangling from her mouth, just looking for trouble.

When these two barged in with their entourage, everybody in the room was gobsmacked.

By the time they snapped out of it, Lizetta was already at the drinks table. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

*Lizetta! Who said you could come here? What do you think you’re–ah! Let go!”

Shirley stood up, but before she could finish her piece, Yolanda grabbed her arm, yanked her away, and flung her across the room.

Shirley landed with a shriek; it did not really hurt but her pride was in tatters, and her face turned greener than a sea of clovers.

“Tomboy!” Shirley hurled an insult at Yolanda.

“Blind as a bat!” Yolanda shot back without missing a beat.

“Liz, what’s all this about?”

Evelina piped up, standing up, but Lizetta’s not having any of it.

Without a word, she delivered two resounding slaps.

“Ah! Are you out of your mind, Remington! Help, ah!”

Evelina got a taste of Lizetta’s palm; her ears were ringing as her cheeks puffed up like hot buns.

She screamed in panic, while reaching out to claw Lizetta’s face, but Yolanda’s not about to let her get her claws out. This girl didn’t mess around with hair–pulling or clothes–ripping

She stepped in, pinned Evelina’s hands, and slammed her down on the drinks table.

Clink clank, glasses and bottles hit the floor; Evelina’s face was squashed, and her screams pierced the air.

“Holy smokes! Remi, aren’t you gonna step in?”

Cassius snapped out of his daze, looking towards Remington.

Remington, being stone–cold, stood silent and watched the scene unfold with his deep eyes.

Timothy looked over too. It’s Remington’s girl causing havoc and the one getting slapped is under Remington’s wing.

If Remington doesn’t weigh in, they sure don’t feel like it’s their place to step in.

Du Remington? He just swirled his wine glass and sipped it like it’s none of his business.

Hemt? You’re just donne watch?

Timothy also took a swig of his drink.

Remington swirled his glass again, “Ladies‘ catfight, why should guys get involved?”

Timothy chuckled. He’d buy that for a dollar.

When women scrap, men stay out that’s if your girl’s not getting the short end of the stick.

Any guy whose lady is getting the short end would be jumping out of his seat.

Timothy knew what’s up, but Cassius was getting heated.

*Remi, this is my turf. If you’re not gonna do something about Lizetta wrecking my place, don’t blame me for getting tough.”

Cassius started to step in, but Timothy held him back, saying, “Liz’s not one to lose her cool without reason. Evelina must’ve done something. Look, it’s just a little scuffle, and if Remi’s not sweating it, why are you? Or don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for Evelina?”

Cassius shook him off, “Nonsense! Fuck off!”

As they’re pulling each other’s leg, Remington, who claimed he wouldn’t interfere, suddenly put down his. glass, looking grim, and strode towards the commotion.

Timothy raised an eyebrow, only to see Lizetta’s spicy sidekick boot Shirley away as she tried to help.

This girl’s got a cute round face that screams ‘sweetheart, but her moves were anything but sweet.

With one hand, she’s got Evelina’s hands twisted behind her back, her elbow pressing hard on Evelina’s spine, while the other hand’s got a fistful of hair, yanking her head back.

And Lizetta? She’s pouring a bottle of water right down Evelina’s throat.

“Mmm, let me go, I won’t drink it, cough, mmm! Remi!”

Evelina’s struggling and screaming for her life.