When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 203 But What About Norl?

About ten minutes later, Hariel valled Noel in report his findings. He had visited the police station in Peaceville, and Whitney had not filed a report. He also located the shop with the larutine number, but it was already closed, and the shopkeeper was nowhere to be found.

Everything was unfolding exactly as Noël had expected. The shop was clearly connected to Damian..

Instead of beading to Peaceville, Noel focused on the moving and dot displayed on his phone the tracker he had secretly planted.

“Alert the police I’ll-

It Whitney hadn’t managed to escape, her situation might still be manageable. Damian wouldn’t arr rashly. But now that she had attempted to rom, the danger had

Deciding it was time in act openly, Noel shared the maker’s location with Tiel, ensuring he could pass it on to Law enforcement. Meanwhile, Noel pressed down

the anelerater, driving deeper into the mountains.

Whitney awoke to darkness so complete she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face, Beneath her, the floor shifted rhythmically–she was in a moving vehicle. Decasionally, the beard the faint sound of rat horns from mutside.

She shitted slightly and heard a metallic clink, cold metal bit into her waist and neck, Raising her free hand, she felt the unyielding grip of chains

Het heart sank. She remembered speaking with Yvette befour blacking out, mid–sentence, as she told her the had called the police. The pain in her neck made it clear–she had been knocked unconscimis

vehicle came to a halt. Volers sounded nearby, followed by the grean of a heavy door being opened Light spilled in, harsh and blinding. Whitney squinted, her rers adjusting to the brightness, only to see Damian standing before her

you. Escaping right

grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at him. His fingers dug into her

nases? I didn’t think you had it in you.”

burned with fury, his voice as cold as ice. “Didn’t you say you loved me? Why run?

her chin intensified, and Whitney teared he

A voice interrupted them. Whitney buried her head slightly and recognized the shopkeeper who had pretended to help her The realization hit her like a Freight train. Damian chuckded darkly. “The heavens must favor me,

stop. From the moment she stepped into the shop, he had recognized her and

phone call, Worned it might complicate things, he lacked her

head colliding with the wall of the container. Dizziness clouded her vision, and her ears rang Damian turned to the men

few others stepped forward, moving to the other side

like lifeless dolls. Their heads lolled to the side, their

with cage.

cold shiver coursed through Whitmary as despair and fury swirled inside her. She glared

his gaze sharp and unyielding, “I wamed you about the price of betrayal.

monster” she

with

be called human–he

about Noel? He isn’t a monster, is he? And yet, what has he done to you?” Pulling out his phone, Damian navigated to a video and

and Noel’s earlier conversation.