When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 1 Do You Want Me

When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 1 Do You Want Me

Whimer Spencer was on her way to deliver some documents to the CEO’s office when she got a call from the bridal shop

“Ms. Spencer, the wedding dress you tried on lost time has been altered. You can come in to try it again.”

After hanging up the phone, Whitney knocked twice on the CEO’s door. She pushed it open, only to find that Damian Howard wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there the last time she tried on dresses either. She had hoped he could join her this time, but it seemed he was busy again.

It was almost time to head home, so Whiter decided to go to the bridal shop on her cuti.

The shop was housed in a vintage building, exading a unique artistic vibe. This was one of the top bridal shops in Seaboucke

As soon as the staff members saw Whitey get out of the car, they greeted her with respect. After all, they were well aware that she was the future bride of the her to the Howard family in Seabourke.

“Your dress is in the Eating room at the back, Ms. Spencer?!

Noticing the start members were about to personally escort her, Whitney smiled politely. “Tom go by myself.”

The curved ballway was lined with beautifully crafted wedding dresses. As she walked, she admired the exquisite designs. The soft carpet almost swallowed up the sound of her

Suddenly, familur vokes drifted from the fitting room ahead.

Enough. Don’t make ass”

“I’m not making a fuss! I just want to attend your wedding and be a bridesmaid Why is that so wrong?

The man’s voice was deep and commanding while the woman’s response was full of frustration.

Whitney’s heart skipped a beat. Her steps grew her as she slowly moved toward the door of the fitting room.

doce wasn’t billy closed Through the narrow crack, she couldn’t

can’t,” the man said

a little closer to you

shopping, right? Go to Croydon for a few days. Buy whatever you want with my card I’ll come look for you or the

am I to you? Your nime‘ or your secret lover? Just let me

sounded helpless

is the heart. Don’t you

not get married? The

asking silly questions. You just need to trust that doing this for

to her head, as if a dam had broken

the man she was set to marry in a month, and Rachel Yames,

grandfather, Elijah Howard, as his great–granddaughter.

for eight years, the one who had always been so land and wrtentive to her, was cheating on her. At that

then, from the fitting room name more

hit her lip, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened

her legs, which fell heavy,

the streetlights flickered on. The streets were filled with people, all

it was blinding. It was like arrel teminder that her

He was four years older than her, and she had always followed him

had always been very attentior to Rachel

poised demeanor became more apparent Whitney rely

cared for her in turn. He made her his

important moment, she heard

she looked up, she tealand she had walked to the entrance of Bhie

bartender bought the inquashots she doidered Whitney rarely drank, but

he was with Hansdags for one of

couldn’t drink and

come for her bed

teased

You

held the glass in her hand, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. Before she knew it,