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

quick glance before stepping toward Amy. He yanked

right now!” Amy snapped, her voice laced with arogance and

sneered. “We don’t care who you are. The boss gave the order, so you’re staying put.”

Amy shot back, her tone commanding, “This is your une chance. Untie

used to giving orders, not

force. The sound echoed through

no our specsal,” he said,

her hair falling messily around her race: A bright red handprint swelled on her

you hit melt i

“I want to see your

had pieced together that this was no random attack. It was premeditated.

Juverport had

had been part of it

filled with betrayal. “Amy, why would you do this? Why would you

didn’t answer, her eyes flickering with

could say

voice Whitney knew

“Let me explain.”

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

away,” “Damian ordreed, gesturing foward

of color voice softened, pleading, “Mr. Howard, I’ve done so much for

the rag back into

approached, slow and delibere, stopping just