When Love Is a Lie

Not intending to stay a momment Innger, Whitney phosted on berrrutch and made to leave.

Beberra suddenly lastled out of nowhere and stopped her. “We raised you! Is it too much for us to ask that you help Stella this once? Sure, she drugged Noel, but for was line! Are you in heartless that you’d let her not behind ham for a small mistake like that ?TM

Whitney Ignored Reberra and continued toward the door.

However, Bebevrahanded her back, gripping her left wrist so foarefully that a doll ache shot up Whitney’s .ami.

“Let go,” Whitney grounded, turning in glare at the older woman

“You’re not leaving until you agree to help Steltal” Beberraldused, tightening fergrip even more

White

dulous look at Westley as if questioning his enabling Rebecca’s hehador, But he did not reprimand Rebecca and instead bit out, “We didn’t ask you to come here so we could beg a favne From you, we’re nadering your to help Stella. If you refine, I’ll have your mother pulled out of treatment.”

din Whitney as the petorted, “And your all yourself my father?”

“You have always been my daughter Westley told Rebrera to pelease Whitney before adding, “Think carefully about your heat move

Anger, disappointment, and resignation filled Whitney at once. She told herself she was as good as homeless from now on. Fine,” she snapped. “But this will be The last time help you out. Think of it as my way of arpaying the years you put buto–raising me. After today, I will not acknowledge you as my father.”

Westley’s brows drew together as a twinge of guilt seized him.

clutched his arm. “Do you think that beat will make

his arm free, Westley shot Rebecca an annoyed look and snapped, “It’s all your fault for spoiling Stella rotten! And now we have

then stormed into the

to Rebecca’s side. “Mom, did Dad mean what he said about washing his hands

cut ties with us, you’re the only daughter of the family. Your dad couldn’t have meant what he

get

a smug grin. “oh, she’ll find a way if she wants to keep her mother alive.” A sigh escaped her as she mused, “You might be comatose, Margaret, but you’ll still be at my daughter’s mocy.”

sent him a text “Could you meet me at Costa Heights when you have the time? I

this at the Howard residence, at least not

Noel to reply: “Sure When

all she

minute Later, Noel texted, “I’ll be

something and straighten up my stuff. It could take a while, so

doubt you could do much with your leg injury,” the driver

manage just fine. Thanks,”

to

show up. He arrived just on time, for the

feet and, supporting her weight with her crutch, she padded to

looked as elegant as ever in fils long, blackcoat and silver framed

skipped the ties and out to the chute. “I wanted to talk to you about having your