When Love Is a Lie

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 gotten it?

the envelope in front of her, hestone mocking, “You’re planning to turn me in, and you still think you did

calm. “Did I send it? It really wanted to take you

he stepped closer, his hand snapping out to

still lying to me,” he snarled. “Noel’s been investigating me, basn’t he? Don’t act like you weren’t planning to hand

air, her face turning red as her

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

to Whitey’s face. He released her, letting her collapse forward, coughing and gasping as oxygen rushed back into her

rasped, her voice boarse. “You’ve been with Rachel behind my back, pretending to care about me while planning to use me to secure your inheritance. You’re no better than

features before it was replaced by something far darker.

he meant it. “I shouldn’t have been with her. I shouldn’t have hurt you. But

dropped, the desperation in his tone

me, I realized what you meant to me. Everything I’ve done the deals, the risks–was

had crossed the line from ambition to obsession, and there was

destiny me! You plotted against me with Rachel and Noel. You were

the air like a

right years, Damian. Eight years!

with a mix of anger and pain,

a storm of age and anguish. Then, almost imperceptibly,