Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta recognized that voice and it sent shivers down her spine, but she forced herself to go all limp and leaned into the man behind her.

Her bold move of throwing herself into his arms caught Daniel off–guard for a sec, but then his blood– statted pumping and he seriously couldn’t wait to get down to business right there in the hallway.

Lizetta turned her head, signaling for Daniel to let her go.

Sure enough, Daniel took his hand off her mouth. Lizetta, gasping for air, rested on the stairs to recover from her dizziness before speaking up.

“So Mr. March, now that you know the kind of gal I am, I hope you’ve come prepared with something to sweeten the pot?”

Her voice was dripping with allure, melting half of Daniel’s body, and he loosened his grip on her hair.

Lizetta twisted her waist, turned around, and gave him a nudge, her hair casually brushing against Daniel’s neck. “Don’t be so rough, I’m not into that.”

She pushed him gently on the chest with her small hand, and the other half of Daniel’s body turned to mush.

He grabbed her wrist, pinned her against the wall, and leaned in for a kiss.

The scent of some random guy’s cologne was nauseating to Lizetta.

Her face turned ashen as she squirmed to escape.

“Not here, let’s go to my place.”

“The thrill is right here, right now, so soft, so enticing. I just can’t wait.”

Daniel got even closer, rubbing against her like he was in heat, while Lizetta bit her tongue hard, fighting the urge to struggle.

“I’ve got toys at my place, even more exciting.” Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

Anticipation and excitement got the better of Daniel, and he let her go. As Lizetta bent down to pick up her phone from the floor, Daniel kicked it away with one swift move.

The phone tumbled down the stairs with a crushing sound.

Chilled to the bone. Lizetta didn’t expect him to be so on guard. She turned around and pouted playfully.

“Are you gonna make it up to me?”

“Make it up to you? As long as you take good care of me tonight, I’ll not only replace your phone, I’ll buy you a house and a car!”

“Don’t believe you for a second. If you try to fob me off with just a bouquet of flowers again, don’t bother showing your face around me ever again.” Lizetta laughed lightly, her eyes flirtatious as silk.

Daniel remembered the last time she coldly told him to keep the flowers and stay out of her sight, and he couldn’t help but find the humor in the situation. This woman sure knew how to reel ‘em in – he’d seen plenty of gold diggers like her.

His guard dropped by a good seventy, eighty percent, and he straightened his shirt, trying to look like the big spender he was.

“Don’t worry, just play nice with me, and I might even make an honest woman out of you.”

Lizetta led him upstairs, key in hand to open the door.

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Daniel stayed close, his hand on her shoulder to prevent any tricks:

Once they were inside, she’d have no chance to call for help – she’d be his for the taking.

Lizetta stepped in, turned around, and grabbed Daniel’s tie.

Her enthusiasm put Daniel totally at ease.

He couldn’t wait to shut the door, throw his arms around Lizetta, and start.ripping off her clothes, biting at her neck.

Lizetta stumbled backward, dodging and fumbling for something.

“Turn on the lights, will ya? I like it with the lights on.”

Daniel chuckled, “I like your style, so wild.”

Bang!

A dull thud of impact suddenly echoed in the darkness.

At the Hawthorne family mansion.

Remington walked out of the bathroom with a stern face, his suit pants soaked through.

Half an hour earlier, he had received a message that Evelina had gone to the hospital to inquire about an abortion. He rushed there, intercepted Evelina, and brought her back home.

A servant brought Evelina some warm milk, which she knocked over in a fit of anger, splashing it all over Remington. He had gone to clean up.

“Mr. Dashiell, Eve’s been helped back to her room and she’s still crying. Maybe you could talk to her again.”

The servant approached, and Remington frowned slightly, following the servant upstairs.

He entered the bedroom, and as the servant was about to close the door, Remington glanced over.

“Leave it open.”

The servant hesitantly glanced at Evelina, left the door open, and departed.

Evelina sat on the bed, eyes red, her emotions seemingly calmed down.

“Remington, I’m sorry. I was just too upset earlier, these are my father’s dress pants, he never wore them. Why don’t you go and change in the bathroom?”

She said, picking up the suit pants next to her and walking towards Remington, who replied coldly.

“No need.”

Evelina froze. “But it’s getting cold, and you can’t stay in wet pants, Remi you really should change it. Ah!”

She insisted, stepping forward to touch the wet waistband of Remington’s pants, but the man suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly.