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

a blackboodir, his darkskon matching the inked tattoos salding down his neck. His size alone made her blood run

toward Amy. He yanked the tag

who I am? Let me go right now!” Amy snapped,

don’t care who you are. The boss

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

camed the weight of someone used to giving

hand struck Amy’s face with brutal force. The sound

said, spitting on the ground.

A bright red handprint

hit melt

see your boss! Bring him

had pieced together that this was no random attack.

had been a

been part of it

voice was sharp, filled with betrayal. “Amy, why would

her eyes flickering with

she could say more,

voice Whitney knew

“Let me explain.”

to turn around

away,” “Damian ordreed, gesturing

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

the burly man stuffed the rag back into her mouth, dragging

slow and delibere, stopping just in foot of