When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian)

Chapter 193 You Refused

When Whiteviegained consciousness, het head tebi like it was stuffed with cotton. floor, rusted steel bars piled nesby, andcracked, weather-stained walls.

It looked like anabandoned factory, decayed and lifeless.

ind, her vision blury, taking in her surmundings - a gray cement

She tried to sit up, but her hands and feet were tightly bound. The realization but her like a freight train.

She had been kidnapped..

Panic surged through her veins, and her chest tightened as she struggled against the repes. Hearing a faint mating behind her, she twisted her neck to see where The sine wavemming from

Amy washing on the floor, also tied up, with a dirty ng stotted in her

Whitney called witly, beramice shaly

Amy lifted her head, her expression surprisingly composed, thingh her eyes flashed with anger. The squirmed, managing to twist herbody slightly to far

"Do you know why we're here?" Whitney asked in a low voice. Then she rrembered Any cube'i sp

Espeak. "If you know, nod. If you don't, shake your head." She needed answers. Despite hecter, she wanted to understand how they fut ended up here. It felt deliberate dim is expression darkened, her eyes darting past Whitney to someone behind her "Min! Min!" Amy tried to shout themigh the sag, her modīted roles gonsing İrandic.

Whitney for She collidn't see who was behind her until a large, borly manza

He wore a blackboodir, his darkskon matching the inked tattoos salding down his neck. His size alone made her blood run cold.

The man gave Whitney a quick glance before stepping toward Amy. He yanked the tag from her moth

"You're insane! Do you know who I am? Let me go right now!" Amy snapped, her voice laced with arogance and anger

The man sneered. "We don't care who you are. The boss gave the order, so you're staying put."

"You clearly don't understand who you're messing with!" Amy shot back, her tone commanding, "This is your une chance. Untie me now, or I'll make sure you regret it when tell the boss." Amy's words camed the weight of someone used to giving orders, not taking them.

The man's hand struck Amy's face with brutal force. The sound echoed through the empty factory.

"You're no our specsal," he said, spitting on the ground.

Amy reeled from the hit, her hair falling messily around her race: A bright red handprint swelled on her cheek, her lips trembling with a mix of fury and humiliation. "How dare you hit melt i

chit me?" she screamed. "I want to see your boss! Bring him her now!!

By this point, Whitney had pieced together that this was no random attack. It was premeditated.

The trip to Juverport had been a rUSA

Amy had been part of it

Turning to her, Whitney's voice was sharp, filled with betrayal. "Amy, why would you do this? Why would you hit me?"

Amy didn't answer, her eyes flickering with hesitation.

Before she could say more,

er voice echoed from behind. A voice Whitney knew all too well.

"Let me explain."

Herentize body went rigid. She didn't need to turn around to confirm who it was.

"Take her away," "Damian ordreed, gesturing foward Amy-

Amy's face was drained of color voice softened, pleading, "Mr. Howard, I've done so much for you. Please, don't do this-

Damianignored her. 1 the burly man stuffed the rag back into her mouth, dragging her out as she struggled

Footsteps approached, slow and delibere, stopping just in foot of Whitney.

A hand grily lifted her int Hing position

Damian karlt down in fount of her, his expression as calm and composed as ever. His sharp, handsome features were uncharged, but the waith he once trigned

He glanced at her bound wrists, noting the and marks where the ropes had dug into her skin. "Does it hurt?"

Histure was soft, alitost caring, as if they were having a total convrisation

Whitney didn't answer. Her eyes stayed locked onlis, cold and waving "You everything, don't you?"

Damian reached out, brushing dirt from her face with a tendemess that made her stomach tum

"I gave you two chances," he said, his voice low with a hint of regret. "But you didn't take them. Instead, you chose to team up with Rachel to plot against me His words sent a chill down her spine, but she didn't flinch.

From the corner of her eye, she saw movement. Two men dragged a disheveled woman into the room. Her hair was a tangled mess, her face pale and streaked with It was Rachel

The men shoved her to the ground roughly, and she landed with a thud.