When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel 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. 

When the next meal came, another piece of stale horad was affered to her. Whitney turned her head away, frustration boiling over 

“Where’s Damian?” she demanded, her voice sharp, “Does he plan to keep me tied up like this forever? 

The man bolding the bread didn’t respond. 

She glared at the stale tood. “I’m done eating this garbage! I want water! I want a propert 

The man besitated. Whitney was Damian’s woman. They didn’t dare mistreat her, nor did they have the authority to make decisions. 

“Get out” “Taker it away I’m not eating it” she yelled, her voice echoing through the empty factory 

The man had no choice but to leave with the bread untouched in his hand. 

Whitney watched him go, her gaze fixed in the door. This time, she noticed something: the door wasn’t locked. 

They likely thought the couldn’t escape with her hands and feet bound 

ther strength, she shuffled across the cold, dusty floor, inching toward a pile of rusted steel rods.. 

One of the rods had a broken, jagged rip–sharp enough to cut through the ropes. 

She aposted her position, awkwardly maneuvering her bound hands toward the sharp edge. 

A misstep 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 to saw through it. 

Awire from outside stopped her movements.cold. 

Damian had arved. 

enir surged as the realized she couldn’t make it back to her original spot in time. 

The soood of footsteps grew louder, accompanied by Damian’s smooth, measured tone as he spoke to someone outside the door. 

Desperate, Whattey raised her voice, shouting, “Dandan! Do you call this love? Starving me and keeping me tied up like an animal ?“ 

The door swing open. 

Damian entried, immarate in a navy blue suit and polished shoes that contrasted sharply with the dingy surroundings. He stepped toward her, crouching low to meet her at eye level. 

“You’ve pattern yourself all dirty again,” he said softly, brushing the dust from her jeans. 

I trust these people to take proper care of you. Tell me, what do you want to eat? I’ll have it brought right away.” 

Herbrant raced, but the forced herself to maintain der anger. 

“I don’t want food! I went out of here! I want tú ra shower and cheeeclothes!” 

She looked an