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.

toward Amy. He yanked

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

The boss gave the order, so you’re staying put.”

her tone commanding, “This is your une chance. Untie me

words camed the weight of someone used to

struck Amy’s face with brutal force. The sound echoed through the empty factory.

he said, spitting on the

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

hit

screamed. “I want to see your boss! Bring him her

that this was no random attack.

trip to Juverport had been a

had been part of

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

answer, her eyes flickering with

she could say

voice Whitney knew all too well.

“Let me explain.”

didn’t need to turn around to confirm

“Damian ordreed,

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

stuffed the rag back into her

delibere, stopping just