Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

“I’m doing legit work here! You’re the one looking through tainted glasses. Maybe you should get your eyes checked, see if they’ve got some kind of lusty filter on ‘em, then get your head examined to check if it’s filled with nothing but junk!”

Lizetta was fuming. She was just doing her job, and somehow it got twisted into selling her body and flirting.

Did he seriously think she wanted to be a mermaid?

Her eyes were stinging from being in the water so much, having to dive in over a hundred times every half–hour, which was killing her.

If it weren’t for him blocking her path to become a dance instructor, would she have to work this hard?

Remington’s chest heaved slightly, his eyes bloodshot.

Lizetta felt a t second.

twinge of fear, shrinking her neck a little as she thought he might lose control and strangle her any

Luckily, there was a knock on the car window at that moment.

It was Cedric. Remington sat up, and Lizetta quickly followed suit, wrapping the blanket around her again. shrinking into the corner of the car.

Remington adjusted himself and rolled down the window, his profile cold and merciless. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Cedric, bending down, didn’t dare peek inside. “Mr. Remington, everything’s been taken care of.”

All the photos and videos on the guests‘ phones were deleted. But man, the boss‘ possessiveness is off the charts.

Actually, the lady’s photos were pretty beautiful, albeit a bit revealing.

But in that particular setting, it looked quite artistic, not sleazy at all.

But Cedric wouldn’t dare say that out loud. He didn’t want to end up dead on the street.

“Drive!” Remington, hearing that things were handled, softened his expression a bit and gave the command.

As the car drove off, the bodyguards at the restaurant finally withdrew.

From the restaurant window, Daniel watched the departing car with a sour face.

“See that? Mr. March, do you really think she’s some pure and noble goddess, huh? If the price is right, she’d even do it in a car on the street. I couldn’t do such a thing. Pretending to be high and mighty, all she wants is to fetch a good price.”

Daniel’s expression was dark as he turned back. “Is that so?”

Linda smirked, leaning in to whisper, “I even heard something else, whether you believe it or not, you could always go check for yourself.”

The whole ride. Lizetta huddled in the corner, her head down, ignoring Remington.

Before long, the car stopped, and Remington got out and picked her up from the car.

Lizetta was topless, still in her soaking wet, enormous mermaid tail, which got stuck in the car door. Remington yanked it out, splashing his suit pants with more water.

His face darkened, but Lizetta just sneered.

She looked around and noticed it seemed to be a hotel.

“What are you bringing me here for?”

14:20

Remington looked down at her with a cold smirk. “To gut and skin a fish. The chef here is the best at filleting.”

Remington carried her into the elevator and soon into the presidential suite on the top floor.

He threw her onto the bed, and the blanket fell open.

She covered her chest with one hand, trying to hide under the covers, but with her legs trapped in the tail, her movements were restricted. Before she could hide, Remington was on her, grabbing her arms.

He had somehow removed his tie and used it to bind her wrists tightly.

When he let go, Lizetta’s hands and feet were bound, leaving her helpless on the bed, truly at the mercy of his blade.

She was both angry and ashamed, glaring at him.

Only then did she notice his black suit was a mess, dampened and wrinkled, not looking shabby but somehow more dangerous.

He knelt on the bed, his icy gaze fixed on her as he methodically took off his watch, tossed it aside, and began unbuttoning his shirt cuffs and shirt buttons.

Lizetta had never seen him like this, radiating aggression from head to toe.

Her face turned pale. “What are you doing, don’t mess around!”

After undoing three buttons, Remington, seemingly impatient, ripped his shirt open.

The buttons popped, and his shirt flared open, revealing sexy pectorals and a perfectly sculpted six– pack. “Teach you a lesson!” he sneered with coldly pursed lips, his gaze sweeping back and forth over Lizetta’s tail. “How do you mermaids mate? The mermaid princess had to walk on knives for the prince. Should I take a blade and open you up too?”

He sounded serious, his tone dark and foreboding, not joking at all.

Lizetta swallowed nervously. “I’m not a kid anymore, you can’t scare or trick me.”

Before she could finish, she saw Remington actually walk over to a side table, pick up a fruit knife, and head towards her with a sinister smile.