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.

“Do you think that beat will make good on

and snapped, “It’s all your fault for spoiling Stella rotten! And now we have no clean up

into the study

in the comer all this while, hurried to Rebecca’s side. “Mom, did Dad

that Whitney has cut ties with us, you’re the only daughter of the family. Your dad couldn’t have meant what he said, Rebecca reassured

Whitney can get me out

alive.” A sigh escaped her as she mused, “You might be comatose, Margaret, but you’ll still be at

some thought, she sent him a text “Could you meet me at Costa Heights when you

to him about this at the Howard residence,

take long for Noel to reply: “Sure

all

texted, “I’ll be there in full an hour.“*

up an ease. “Could you drop me off at Coaska Heights? I need to pick up something and straighten up my stuff. It could take a while, so drive around the

could do much with your leg injury,”

just fine. Thanks,” she

off to Highs and

waited for Noel to show up. He

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

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

the ties and out to the chute. “I wanted to talk to you