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

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

man gave Whitney a quick glance before stepping toward Amy. He yanked the tag

I am? Let me go right now!” Amy snapped, her voice laced with

who you are. The boss gave the order, so you’re staying

tone commanding, “This is your une chance. Untie me now, or I’ll

someone used to giving orders, not taking them.

force. The sound echoed through the

he said, spitting on

falling messily around her race: A bright red handprint swelled on her cheek, her lips trembling with a mix of fury

dare you hit

she screamed. “I want to see

point, Whitney had pieced together that this was no random attack. It

Juverport had been a

had been part of

filled with betrayal. “Amy, why would

answer, her eyes

she could say more,

behind. A voice Whitney knew all too well.

“Let me explain.”

to turn around to confirm who it was.

“Damian ordreed, gesturing foward Amy-

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

back into

and delibere, stopping just in foot