When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 205 This Time, Will Let You Off

Dark clouds named meshes as tender rumbled in the distance. Damian gripped the wheel of the Black SUV, the white hurtling along the winding mountain

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Whitney at rigidly beside him, her hands and feet still bond, her pale face betraying the tear and unease swirling within her. The seather pressed her firmly game the seat, acmel irony considering it was meant to pontect her.

│Damian, tem yourself in,” she urged, her trembling voice edining in the car. “You can still start over.”

“gator?” bamian’s lips curled into a mocking smick. “What you really mean is that i want me dead.”

He knew all too well that the crimes be hati mitted weir unforgivable. Their was in “starting nver” for lim

“Do you want to live your life onetantly on the ni, hiding in the shadowd-

“And whose Laudi is that?” he snapped, histone laced with fury. His bloodshot eyes darted toward her, brimming with houility.

“Donald have forced Noel to hand eyes the evidence, but you had in escape and mineverything!” Damian’s kosicles whitened as he gripped the wheel tighter.

When be found out she had called somever else, Bandai liumediately realized they couldn’t stay in their original location amelinger. Noel was cunning and

nables–he world track them down in totime

Noel was faster than he hard

Damian quickly contacted Sasdrift’s representative andanangelaflight with a layover in Tessonia bedore heading to Ardania But Noel was incipated, throwing everthing into disamay nmer again

matter how far you in, the law will catch up

have you with

his eyes. Looking into the rearview mirror, he laughed bitterly.

ABlack–Wagon was relentlessly tailing them. It was

welled up in her

Daman sneered, his hand reaching

down swiftly. Before Whitney could reas, Damian

gunshot rang out, louder than fireworks, leaving her ears ringing. She barely had time

you’re insane! He’s your cousin!” she screamed in horror.

car swerved sharply to the side, narrowly avoiding the shot before

echoed through the altas Noel jerked the steering

he had once excelled at. Now he held a gun

binding

the steering wheel Without hesitation, she launched herself at Damian, slamming her head

veering sharply to the side, and

as he yanked the steering

tire screeched against the road, their porcing sound

as one wheel nearly slipped off the cliff, the car was pulled back from

behand, Noel’s body went rigid as he witnessed the scene unfold. His knuckles whitened, gripping the steering wheel so tightly in seemed it might shutter under the

get yourself

of his words faded, the sight ahead froze him—amassive inkbaneling

instinctively squeezing her

brake, but

he wrenched the steering wheel again, narrowly dodging the

hurtling down the winding mountain road at over 200 miles per

the natural jerks, vosced her fear. “Did