Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta freaked out, stomping her feet in panic.

Out of nowhere, another hand popped up, grabbing at her pants, tugging at her calf.

Lizetta wanted to scream in terror, stumbling, about to be dragged off stage by a bunch of groping hands.

Suddenly, a force wrapped around her waist and pulled her into an embrace.

Then, Lizetta heard a series of blood–curdling screams, and the hands groping her vanished into thin air.

A commotion broke out beneath the stage.

Lizetta was spun around in someone’s arms, carried away from the edge of the stage.

Her heart still racing, she instinctively looked up to say thanks.

But before she could speak, her chin was grasped, and a man’s slightly rough fingertips rubbed over her lips.

Then a masculine scent overwhelmed her, muffling her voice completely.

Lizetta’s eyes widened as she realized she was being kissed forcefully, her lips pried open with dominant aggression.

“Mmm. Mmm!”

Lizetta trembled all over, raising her hand to slap the man’s face hard.

Her wrist was gripped tightly by the man, and when she tried to knee him, he reacted quickly, pinning her firmly in his arms.

He was tall, lifting her off the ground by the waist, her toes dangling, powerless.

Just as she was about to bite him in fear, the hand on her wrist moved, forcing her hand against his cheek.

Tears of humiliation threatened to fall, but the familiar touch made her pause.

Her fingers traced the man’s prominent brow.

Finally, he loosened his grip a little, “It’s me.”

His husky, familiar voice drained all the strength from Lizetta, and she slumped into his arms.

He didn’t completely move away from her lips, their mouths still grinding softly, sparks flying between them.

Lizetta’s mind went blank, with only one realization. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

He was kissing her!

Remington was actually kissing her!

Seemingly sure she recognized him, Remington abruptly lifted her chin and sealed her lips again fiercely.

His masculine pheromones enveloped her, overpowering.

He ravaged her with his kiss, uncontrolled and fierce.

His breath was scorching, igniting her.

Lizetta’s body turned to mush, completely overpowered, melting into him.

With her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembled, belatedly soaking in the familiar embrace and scent.

It was tranquil, affectionate, thrilling, and haunting.

The thing she had longed for, yet couldn’t attain.

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She should have felt excitement, sweetness, but for some reason, a sourness tinged her nose, tears welling up behind her closed lids, streaming down her face.

Tasting the salty tears, Remington seemed to snap back to his senses.

He stiffened, lifted his head, and let her go.

That was when the bar lights suddenly blazed, the music blaring.

The dance floor came alive again.

Lizetta looked up, her teary, reddened eyes reflecting the bright lights, her little face pitiful with tears, yet her cheeks flushed and lips quivering with desire.

Remington’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes unreadable.

He scooped her up and strode away from the stage.

Carried in his arms, Lizetta felt weary and puzzled. If he was here, who was with Evelina?

Over there.

Evelina pushed away the person holding her, growling angrily.

“What the hell? Get off me!”

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She turned and squeezed into the crowd, heading towards the stage, but by now, many had climbed up couldn’t spot Remington anymore.

Instead, she saw Lucian dancing closely with a short–haired beauty and asked loudly.

“Lucian, where’s Remi and my sister?”

Lucian glanced at her, “What time is it? They probably couldn’t wait and went home to get a room. If you need something, go check it out.”

The hottie dancing with Lucian was annoyed, wrapping her arms around Lucian’s neck, swaying her hips, and shoving Evelina aside.

“Who’s she?”

“Just someone who doesn’t matter.”

Evelina stumbled from the shove, and someone took the chance to cop a feel of her chest, pushing her to the brink of collapse.