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

inked tattoos salding down

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

know who I am? Let me go right now!”

you are. The boss gave the order,

tone commanding, “This is your une chance. Untie me now, or I’ll make sure you regret it

words camed the weight of someone used

hand struck Amy’s face with brutal force.

said,

from the hit, her hair falling messily around her race: A bright red handprint

you hit melt

she screamed. “I want to see

this was

trip to Juverport had been

been part

“Amy, why would you do this? Why would

her eyes

she could say more,

behind. A voice Whitney knew all

“Let me explain.”

didn’t need to turn around to confirm who

away,” “Damian ordreed, gesturing

voice softened, pleading, “Mr. Howard,

rag back

delibere, stopping just in foot of Whitney.