Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Remington’s eyes were glued to the glass tank, his hand clutching the phone so tight his veins were popping

out.

He looked calm and collected, but his jaw was set in a hard, barely contained anger.

“Who told you the kid’s mine? I’m not planning on getting divorced, so back off!”

He cut Hanna off with a cold voice and hung up the phone without another word.

His gaze never left the figure in the glass tank, and he took another step closer, his face turning even sourer.

Cedric seriously wondered if, in the next second, Remington would ball up his fists and smash the tank to pull his wife out with his bare hands.

“Mr. Remington, please keep your cool!“, Cedric pleaded.

Remington gritted his molars to keep from losing it right then and there, and barked, “Clear the area, now!”

“Mr. Remington, you’re making a big scene: keeping Lizetta’s mermaid gig under wraps is gonna be tough.”

A vein in Remington’s forehead twitched, perhaps his stare was too piercing because Lizetta turned over, and when she glided to the other side, she met his gaze.

She froze for a moment, a stream of bubbles escaping her lips.

He was stone–faced, but Lizetta felt like his eyes were throwing daggers.

She got a little flustered and quickly turned her gaze to the group of kids plastered to the outside of the tank. giving them a wink.

Her noon show lasted a total of forty minutes, and after diving in and out of the water a hundred or so times, Lizetta was gasping for air and swam up to the surface.

But before she could fully emerge, a large hand reached into the water, grabbed her arm tightly, and yanked her out with a swoosh.

Fresh out of the water, Lizetta’s eyes stung, her face dripping, and she couldn’t open her

eyes.

As she was fished out of the water and into the man’s arms, the familiar strength and height instantly told her who it was. She kicked and struggled.

“What are you doing? Put me down, I’m not done performing!”

The woman in his arms was soaking wet, her skin bare, her seaweed–like hair clinging to her face and neck, her tail flicking continuously.

She looked as pitiful and vulnerable as a real fish out of water, igniting a predatory desire to dominate.

Remington’s face was as dark as the depths, his voice colder than the pool water.

“Lizetta, I’m really pissed off right now! If you don’t want to be stripped of your fish skin in public, behave yourself!”

Lizetta was scared stiff by his ominous tone and gradually stopped struggling.

Cedric hurried over with a cashmere blanket, but only got a glance before Remington’s terrifying look made him quickly turn away, not daring to stare.

Remington shook out the blanket and wrapped Lizetta up, striding out as the path had already been cleared.

He carried Lizetta out of the restaurant, with the bodyguard already holding the car door open.

Lizetta was stuffed into the car and plopped onto the back seat.

She immediately tried to throw off the blanket and escape.

But Remington was right behind her, slamming the car door shut, and at the same time, his large hand pinned her shoulder down, keeping her firmly under his control.

“Let go! I’m working right now: what the hell are you doing?”

Lizetta squirmed, trapped under Remington’s grip, his handsome face stormy, his voice cold. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Get lost!”

The driver wasn’t Cedric, and had been completely flabbergasted at seeing Remington bring a mermaid into the

car.

At Remington’s sharp command, he bolted out of the car, closing the door behind him and stepping back several

paces.

Lizetta kept pushing against Remington, her face flushed with effort.

“If you don’t want us to trend for a car make–out session, then just chill out!”

Remington pressed down on Lizetta, his voice deep and cold, warning her in her ear.

Remembering their current situation, Lizetta froze, and then glared at Remington indignantly, “I’m just doing my job.”

“Huh, just doing your job? Is this a real job? I taught you to dive, not to dress like this and flaunt yourself in places like this!”

Was this woman blind? Couldn’t she see the lecherous gazes those men outside the tank were shooting her?

Damn it!

A cold frost covered Remington’s deep eyes as he spoke, and he tugged at the two seashell bra cups on Lizetta’s chest.

But the bra was so flimsy it tore off in his hands, his forehead vein throbbing, his expression even more

menacing.

“Lizetta! What the hell are you wearing?”

“Ah! Pervert!” Lizetta screamed, covering her chest with her hands, her eyes reddening from his harsh words, her neck stiffening.