When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 195

Chapter 195 Tell Him You Never Loved Him, You Just Used Him

Whitney’s redier body toembled authe weight of the truth sink in.

From the moment she and Rachel stated their plan, Damian had known everything. He had been watching them all along, letting them act out their futile scheme while he waited in the shadows.

It was all under hiscont

she finally understood Neel’s waming–Damian wasn’t someone who could be bronglit down easily. The man who had risen to the top of the Howard empire wasn’t just chaming, he was calculating and puthless.

She had gondol’s advice, stubbornly believing she could handle things on her own Now, her navet had landed her here

Whitney tell a sharp pang of regret, but it was too late for that. She had to find a way out of this,

“Ladmit I thought Hudevidence,” she said, keeping her volce steady. “But I didn’t do anything. I just wanted to force you to end the engagement

Damian’s lips twitched into a cold smile.

He held up his hand, and Billy stepped forward, pulling a Lansiliar envelope from his jacket. He placed it in Damian’s outstretched hand.

Whitney’s stomach dropped. It was the letter she had perpared for the authorities.

had he

in front of her, hestone mocking, “You’re planning to turn me

“Did I send it? It really wanted to take you down, I’d have sent that the moment 1 got

he stepped closer, his hand snapping

“Noel’s been investigating me, basn’t he? Don’t act like you weren’t planning to

for air, her face turning red as her lungs burned

Howard, stop! She’s going to pass out,” Billy

face. He released her, letting

voice boarse. “You’ve been with Rachel behind my back, pretending to care about me while planning to use

expression flickered, guilt flashing across his features before

I shouldn’t have hurt you. But don’t you see?

voice dropped, the desperation in his

the deals, the risks–was for you.

but not from emotion–only fear. Damian had crossed the line

plotted against me with Rachel

cut through the air like a whip.

for right years, Damian. Eight years! You to me apart. Was I supposed to just

a mix of anger and pain, her voice breaking toward the end.

a storm

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