Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

Lizetta felt like her head was about to explode as she tried to calm the storm in her chest.

"Staying in bed rest for a month, really? And what's next? You'll tell me I need two months? A 'double confinement"?"

She couldn't help but wonder if her recovery was just a matter of his say-so, even after a so-called double confinement.

Remington looked at her with a deep gaze. "I'm not that despicable."

Lizetta scoffed coldly, clearly thinking he had a skewed perception of himself.

"We're divorced, we have nothing to do with each other now. Keeping me locked up is imprisonment and illegal. You can't keep me here forever. I'll call the police..."

Before Lizetta could finish, Remington handed her a cell phone, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

"So, you want to call the cops? Go ahead."

Lizetta laughed out of frustration, wondering if he thought she wouldn't dare.

She snatched the phone and dialed 911 without hesitation.

To her surprise, the dispatcher on the other end was quite patient, asking for details about her situation.

"Please, hurry," she urged.

But then there was silence before the dispatcher asked, "Ma'am, you're saying you were abducted from the hospital, and the person who abducted you is right there, letting you call the police?" "Yes, I..."

"And what's the name of the person who abducted you? You know him?"

"Remington."

The line went dead silent for a moment before the voice returned.

"Remington? From the Dashiell Group?"

"Yes."

"Ma'am, filing a false police report is a criminal offense."

"I didn't..."

"We suggest you cut down on the trashy novels and fantasies."

The call ended abruptly, leaving Lizetta on the verge of tears, phone in hand.

She tossed the phone back to Remington and turned away, sulking and staring out the window.

However, it seemed the dispatcher

did eventually verify her call, because within five minutes, Remington received a call from the police chief, managing to smooth things over with a few words.

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Lizetta listened in silence, a sense of

desolation settling over her.

Remington might wield immense

power, but that power couldn't

protect her Daisy.

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After hanging up, Remington tried to console her with a softer tone, "Take care of yourself. You have my word."

"The sight of you only depresses me! How am I supposed to heal?" Lizetta retorted bitterly.

Remington stiffened, then replied coldly, "Then force yourself to get better, or prepare to stay by my side forever."

Lizetta was speechless, giving up on any further attempts to communicate.

When the car stopped, Remington wrapped her in a cashmere blanket, covering her head and face, and carried her out of the car.

It was only when she was settled in

a room, not Oakridge Heights but somewhere unfamiliar, that she realized she wasn't in any villa recognized. s.net

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A private doctor came in to check on Lizetta and started an IV drip.

But as soon as the doctor left, Remington found the IV needle discarded and Lizetta's hand bleeding, the back of her hand bruised and bloody.

His expression changed as he approached her with a cold breeze, sitting on the bed to take her bleeding hand.

"Lizetta! Have you lost your mind? Using this method against me?"

He barked angrily, calling for a nurse and pressing a cotton swab against the wound to stop the bleeding.