When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 197

Chapter 197 A Kiss on His Check

On the balcony, Noel stand holding his phone to hiser

After only a few seconds, a warm, anased voice came though. “Finally, Noel, I’ve been waiting for your call.”

Everything had become clear Damian was beband Whitney’s abduction. He had orchestrated it all and was likely expecting thisrali. “We need intalk, “Noel’s voice was icy, devoid of emotion.

“Of course. But you’ll come alone. No tricks. If you pull anything, Tran’t guarantee her safety.” Damian sounded calm as if he already had the

“Walt for my instructions.”

The call ended

Nael lowered the phone, glancing at hal

Two minutes later, a test came through with an address and

laptop. As expected, there was no signal trace of flamban’s location–he’d covered his tracks well.

upper hand

The abandoned factory’s lack of windows made it impossible to tell how long, Whitney

Samente brought food periodically, but her hands were never untied, so the meals were always simple had or plain buns, fed directly into her mouth.

came, another piece of stale horad was affered to her.

she demanded, her voice sharp, “Does he plan to keep me

bolding the

“I’m done eating this garbage! I

mistreat her, nor did they have the authority

away I’m not eating it” she yelled, her voice

choice but to leave with the bread untouched

gaze fixed in the door. This time, she noticed something: the door wasn’t locked.

couldn’t escape with her hands

strength, she shuffled across the cold, dusty floor,

the rods had a broken, jagged rip–sharp

awkwardly maneuvering her bound hands toward the

caused the japped edge to dig into her skin. Pain shot through her wrist as blood began to bead. But she gritted her teeth, ignoring the sting, and repositioned the rope, determined

outside stopped

Damian had arved.

make it back to her original spot

Damian’s smooth, measured tone as he spoke

call this love? Starving me and keeping

door swing open.

shoes that contrasted sharply with the dingy surroundings. He stepped toward her, crouching low

again,” he said softly, brushing the dust

care of you. Tell me, what

the forced herself to maintain

want food! I went out of here! I want tú ra shower and cheeeclothes!”

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