When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 205

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 

The car sped faster, causing Whitney to shift uncomfortably in lies seat. “No matter how far you in, the law will catch up with you. Even if it doesn’t, you’ll live the best of your life in tear, never seeing the light of dim.” 

Damian let out a sinister chuckle. “As long as I have you with me, it won’t feel like a complete loss 

suddenly, his gaze darkened, and a dangerous le ticketed in his eyes. Looking into the rearview mirror, he laughed bitterly. “He really me alone for you.” 

Whomey tumed, preting through the back window. ABlack–Wagon was relentlessly tailing them. It was Noel 

Her chest tightened, and tears welled up in her eyes. 

“Moved, are you” Daman sneered, his hand reaching into his pocket.. 

The drivers side window rolled down swiftly. Before Whitney could reas, Damian extended his arm out the window and pulled the trigger 

A de atering gunshot rang out, louder than fireworks, leaving her ears ringing. She barely had time to process what was happening before she realized what Damian held in his hand 

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

Hergaredated to the rearview mirror, where Noel’s car swerved sharply to the side, narrowly avoiding the shot before speeding up 

Damian leaned out and tied another shot. The crack echoed through the altas Noel jerked the steering wheel, the bullet shattering his side mirro 

Whitney knew Darslan was skilled at shooting–a hobby he had once excelled at. Now he held a gun and Noel was defenseless, the situation was far from a game 

Desperation surged through her as she frantically struggled against the ropes binding her hands and feet. They were too tight–escape seemed impossible. 

Her eyes locked on his right hand gripping the steering wheel Without hesitation, she launched herself at Damian, slamming her head against his hand with all her strength. 

The impact sent the wheel veering sharply to the side, and the carcareened dangerously toward the cliff’s edge. 

Damian barely had time to curse as he yanked the steering wheel hard in the opposite direction 

The tire screeched against the road, their porcing sound echoing in the air. 

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

In the black–Wagon trailing 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 pressure 

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Damianbellowed angrily. 

Before the echo of his words faded, the sight ahead froze him—amassive inkbaneling straight toward them. 

Whitney gasped, instinctively squeezing her eyes shut. 

Damian’s foot slammed down on the brake, but nothing happened. The brakes had! 

Cursing under his breath, he wrenched the steering wheel again, narrowly dodging the track. 

But the car was now hurtling down the winding mountain road at over 200 miles per hour, with no brakes. The implications were clear. 

Whitney, having sensed the natural jerks, vosced her fear. “Did the brakes fall?”