Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Her eyes blazed with fury, while the man forcefully gripped her chin with his other hand.

"Lizetta, don't forget, your brother's still laid up in the hospital. Once we're divorced, I'm under no obligation to take care of him, let alone pay a fortune for his medical team." Lizetta hadn't expected him to use her brother as leverage at a time like this.

Her brother had only recently started responding well to a new treatment, and clearly, Remington had calculated that Lizetta wouldn't give up now.

Gasping for breath, Lizetta managed, "I can cover the medical team's expenses."

"Think I need your money, Lizetta? This isn't about choice! Get in the car; we're going home!"

"Despicable!"

How could she comply? She lowered her head and bit down hard on Remington's finger. She didn't hold back, channeling all her strength, fury driving her to nearly sever his finger.

The taste of blood spread in her mouth, but Remington didn't flinch. The man sneered, "I've always been ruthless, just never towards you before! Lizetta, if you don't want your brother to lose his last hope, get in the car!"

Yet, Lizetta lifted her head, pushing Remington away and stepping back.

Wiping the blood from her lips, she retorted, "Remington, if my brother knew you were using him to threaten me, he wouldn't want me to submit because of him!" Today, she was determined to divorce.

She could always plead with Fiona about her brother's situation later; Lizetta believed she wouldn't turn a blind eye.

Remington hadn't expected her to sacrifice her brother's treatment over a divorce. Redness flashed in his eyes, his knuckles cracking with tension.

Lizetta pulled out her phone, her hands trembling as she made a call. She was calling Miranda, the agent she had worked with before when she sold her song rights. "Miranda, did you hear about Mr. Dashiell's grand wedding at the Starlight Group today?"

"Of course, but they didn't invite the media, heard it was a low-key affair. Don't even know who the lucky bride is. Why, you got news?"

Indeed, with the wedding turning into a disaster, there wasn't a whisper of it online. Remington's influence was something Lizetta had to acknowledge.

"I'm the bride, But Remington and I have been secretly married for over two years. The wedding fell through today, and we're getting a divorce Now, that's big news. If Miranda, you have media contacts who want this scoop, they better hurry."

After speaking her piece, Lizetta hung up without waiting for the gobsmacked Miranda to respond. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Remington, sitting in the car, had overheard the entire conversation His face darkened to the extreme. The usually composed man finally broke his facade, stepping out of the car.

"Lizetta, well played!"

"Mr. Dashiell, kdon't even know what I'll tell the media when they arrive. If you want the Starlight Group's stocks toplummet and those you protect like Ms. West and Ms. Hawthorne, to be labeled as homewreckers, by all means, keep this up."

Threats weren't only his to wield.

Remington, facing her resolute stance, felt a pang in his heart.

"Huh, surely the domestic cat hurts people the most when it attacks! But there's nothing I want that I can't have! Lizetta, you think I'll just let you talk to the media?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, pressing it against the back of Lizetta's neck.

Lizetta stiffened, rage boiling in her eyes, "Remington, don't make me hate you!"

But Remington leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "Then hate me. From love to hate, at least it proves you loved me! Between us, there's no such thing as strangers!" Lizetta's pupils dilated in shock.

Suddenly, a pain shot through her neck as Remington pinched a spot, causing her to collapse backward.

As she fell into unconsciousness, the snow-filled sky and Remington's fiery gaze were the last things she saw. Fourteen years ago, he was an angel who saved her. Fourteen years later, he'd become a devil who imprisoned her.