When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 193 You Refused

When Whiteviegained consciousness, het head tebi like it was stuffed with cotton. floor, rusted steel bars piled nesby, andcracked, weather–stained walls.

It looked like anabandoned factory, decayed and lifeless.

ind, her vision blury, taking in her surmundings – a gray cement

She tried to sit up, but her hands and feet were tightly bound. The realization but her like a freight train.

She had been kidnapped..

Panic surged through her veins, and her chest tightened as she struggled against the repes. Hearing a faint mating behind her, she twisted her neck to see where The sine wavemming from

Amy washing on the floor, also tied up, with a dirty ng stotted in her

Whitney called witly, beramice shaly

Amy lifted her head, her expression surprisingly composed, thingh her eyes flashed with anger. The squirmed, managing to twist herbody slightly to far

“Do you know why we’re here?” Whitney asked in a low voice. Then she rrembered Any cube’i sp

Espeak. “If you know, nod. If you don’t, shake your head.” She needed answers. Despite hecter, she wanted to understand how they fut ended up here. It felt deliberate dim ́s expression darkened, her eyes darting past Whitney to someone behind her

“Min! Min!” Amy tried to shout themigh the sag, her modīted roles gonsing İrandİc.

Whitney for She collidn’t see who was behind her until a large, borly manza

darkskon matching the inked tattoos salding down his neck. His size alone made her

before stepping toward Amy. He yanked the tag from her moth

me go right now!”

don’t care who you are. The boss gave the

don’t understand who you’re messing with!” Amy shot back, her tone commanding, “This is your une chance. Untie

camed the weight of someone used to giving

with brutal force. The sound echoed through the empty

said, spitting on

messily around her race: A bright red handprint swelled on her cheek,

dare you hit melt i

me?” she screamed. “I want to see your boss!

Whitney had pieced together that this was no random

had been

had been part of it

Whitney’s voice was sharp, filled with betrayal. “Amy, why would you do this? Why

answer, her eyes flickering

could

A voice Whitney knew all

“Let me explain.”

body went rigid. She didn’t need to turn around to confirm who it was.

ordreed, gesturing

softened, pleading, “Mr. Howard, I’ve done so much for you.

the rag back into her mouth, dragging her out

slow and delibere, stopping just