Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Bang.

Mid-sentence, Cara felt a sudden thud at the back of her neck, darkness enveloped her vision, and she collapsed onto the bed.

Lizetta was standing with a metal pipe in her hand, carefully dismantled from a floor lamp just moments ago.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Seeing Cara go down, Lizetta quickly jumped off the bed and dragged Cara onto it.

Afraid that Cara would wake up, Lizetta tied Cara's hands and feet with some clothes and gagged her. Only then did Lizetta, panting heavily, slump beside the bed. Even these actions had left her feeling drained.

But Lizetta had noticed, for the past two days, Cara had been leaving the house at 4:30 AM to do her shopping.

Time was almost up. Pushing herself to stand, Lizetta hurried out of the room.

The mansion was eerily quiet, allowing Lizetta to sneak into Cara's room with ease.

When Lizetta emerged from the room, she was wearing a hat and carrying a shopping bag, her head slightly bowed and back hunched, mimicking Cara's walk to a tee. She grabbed the car keys at the entrance, took a deep breath, and left the mansion.

Outside, under the portico, stood two bodyguards.

Lizetta walked past them, heading towards the parking lot.

The bodyguards turned to look at her. Her bag tilted, and a pen rolled down the slope.

She quickly chased after it, picked it up, and continued on her way.

The bodyguards couldn't see her face, but the distinctive slight lean to the right in her shoulder as she walked, and her attire, left no doubt in their minds that she was Cara. Lizetta managed to get into the car and drive away from the mansion. The bodyguards, accustomed to Cara leaving at this time, paid her no special attention.

Lizetta's heart raced as she left the mansion behind.

She knew that at 5:00 AM, the family doctor would come up to dress her wounds, and they would realize something was amiss.

She had only half an hour and wasted no time speeding towards the West residence.

When Remington Dashiell received a call from the bodyguards informing him that Lizetta had impersonated Cara to escape the mansion, his face turned ashen.

"Mr. Remington Dashiell, I'm on it

right now I'll check the surveillance footage and track her down," Ray said, about to start his search when Remington interrupted with a stern voice. ,

"She must be heading to the West residence. Redirect immediately!"

The thought of Lizetta's abnormal behavior flashed through his mind, his hands clenched into fists on his lap, trembling slightly.

Had he been too eager for her

forgiveness, foolish enough to think she was coming to terms with the loss of their baby? When she had asked him where he was going and grabbed his arm, he had foolishly thought she was softening towards him.

She must have known he left last night and this morning without telling her.

That's why she had fled the mansion, Remington realized, a vein throbbing on his forehead. Damn it, he just hoped he could find her in time, to stop her from doing something foolish.

"Get everyone to the West residence, intercept her!" Remington ordered Ray with urgency.

"Half an hour has passed, and the mansion isn't far from the West residence. I'm afraid we might be too late..." Ray voiced his concern while dialing out. Trouble was brewing.

Remington pulled out his phone and called Stella, his gaze intense.

However, the call went unanswered.

Meanwhile, outside the West residence.

Lizetta's car had already arrived; five minutes earlier, she had used Cara's phone to call Stella, claiming she wanted to meet outside the

community for a talk. Stella, al net

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expected, allowed her immediate access.

Lizetta drove smoothly into the community, reaching the West residence. Stella was already outside, approaching the slowly advancing car with a bright, provocative smile. Lizetta glared at Stella's taunting smile, veins on her hand gripping the steering wheel bulging. Without a moment's hesitation, she accelerated, heading straight for her.