Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption ( Lizetta ) novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36 

“Sure, I’ll head back, but I’ve got one condition.” 

She seemed to soften; as a result, Remington’s face finally lightened up a bit, and his tightly pursed lips turned to relax. 

“Name it.” 

‘There’s this composer online, who goes by Maestro Adagio. He’s got this new track, and I want it.” 

Lizetta stood tall, with her fists clenched. 

She knew the kind of pull Remington had. She didn’t want to hand that song over to Evelina, but if the Dashiell Group kept snooping around, they’d find her sooner or later, and they had ways to make her bend. 

Remington didn’t see it coming that Lizetta would bring up Maestro Adagio. His brows furrowed slightly. 

That song was part of a deal he’d already hashed out with Evelina. 

Plus, Evelina was dying for that track, and there was Lizetta, just lazing around at home, wanting that song just to spite Evelina. He said sternly, “Don’t be a brat, that’s a no–go. Pick something else.” 

Lizetta bit the tip of her tongue, tasting the bitter sweetness of blood. 

She knew it she’d humiliated herself once again. 

“Be a good girl. I snagged some top–notch blood diamonds in Celestia, and aren’t you into Elsa’s designs at Tiff, the up–and–coming jewelry designer? I’ll have her whip up a bracelet for you.” 

He didn’t finish his sentence when Lizetta cut him off. 

“Give it to Evelina. She might not like blood, but she sure likes blood diamonds.” 

She started to walk away, not wanting to stay a moment longer. 

Jewelry’s great and all, but to someone like Remington, it’s just the easiest way to sweet–talk someone without breaking a sweat. 

He’d dig into Maestro Adagio’s background just because Evelina wanted it. 

But he never cared about what Lizetta wanted. Even when she mustered the courage to ask, all she got was disregard and lip service. 

That fleeting tenderness just now was probably another ploy to coax her back. 

Lizetta picked up the pace, soon breaking into a run. 

1/3 

10:19 

Rounding the path, she bumped into someone. 

Sorry! 

Liz, what’s wrong?” 

Hogan’s clear voice rang out. He’d finished his business but doubled back, feeling worried. Lizetta’s eyes were red–rimmed; not wanting to be seen like this, she kept her head down. 

“I just remembered I’m almost late for a part–time gig.” 

She tried to sidestep Hogan, but he stepped aside to let her pass, then he followed. 

“I’ll drive you.” 

Lizetta was hurting inside, not in the mood for chat, so she just quickened her steps. 

Her emotional outburst took Remington by surprise, and it irked him. 

He’d never tried so hard to keep someone around, yet she still wanted a divorce, as if every second with him was agony. Fine, then let her go a hard knock might just straighten her out! 

But remembering the redness at the corners of her eyes as she left, Remington abruptly 

started to follow. 

That’s when he saw in 

and Hogan’s silhouettes, one after the other, walking away. 

The man’s tall figure shielded the woman’s, and their shadows merged in the setting sun. 

A chill settled in Remington’s eyes as he halted his steps. 

Lizetta headed to Zion Theatre. Though she didn’t join a dance company after graduation, Professor Blue, who taught her at university and valued her talent, was an honorary advisor of the theatre and allowed Lizetta to use the stage when it was free.