When Love Is a Lie (Whitney and Damian) novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187 The Truth 

Whitney found 

sactions with an ndhhore gambling company. This was clear exdence of Damian’s money Lendering activit martastamihai with finncial matters, aded netwonly, “Didi 

tise of tirednin the hal 

pidse toed as she pickly tramfend the files fisher phone. “Wes With this, Dunamis looktog at spending the rest of his life in pris 

spriemerdingeas. Thisbertpket and of the 

web of lies and manipulation. Tenthough the knew exposing. Damitan could break Elijah’s heart, the Believed he was an honest min at his come the would never stand by and let Damian dermy 

crimm the criquider, Whitney sent the 

Watching her willowide eye 

dy—belnie iem un noh thing as easy money, 111 thanded you the rashup front, would you have helped me 

Rachel won stunned toas kilegre. She hadn’t plained on doing much in the first place. Treeniginal 

take the money tedisappear abroad. 

“What abse the rest of the men 

pou a portion of the famir shares 

“Vicli getirence Damian is behind bary,” Whitney replied matter–of–factly. “And since you’re carrying his child, I’ll transfer you a 

With the evidence in hand, Whitney began dating a formal letter of accusation to submit to the authorities 

Hei fractioned leg, had fully healed, and she could walk with 

atten packing des belongings, she made her way to ther 

sur. It was time to leave the Howard residence for good 

and the housekeeper where he was, they told her he was in his study, She knocked on the closed dont 

“Grandpa, it’s Whitury,” she called softly 

his warm voice replied. 

Whitney opened the doocta find Elijah painting at a large 

“Come, cell die bowme painting looks,” he said without looking up. 

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Whitney had come to say goodbye but decided not to rush it. She walked over to the desk and studied the characters on the parent Truth 

Written in Hawless, precise strokes, the characters embodied integrity and strength. They seemed to reflect Elijah’s unwavering moral compass 

Her heart clenched. He had always treated her like his own granddaughter, yet she had hidden so much from him. Cuilt gnawed ather “Wher so quiet?” Elijah asked, looking up at her. “What’s wrong? Is my writing so bad you don’t know how to critique it? 

Whitney toned a smile ot at all. Your painting is incredible. It looks like it belongs in a gallery. It’s as good as ampmaster’s workTM 

Elijah clucided, lüs eyes crinking with amusement “You’ve gottenbetter at flattery, but your words don’t align with what’s on this paper.” 

the word ‘Truth” 

-Whites, have you always been truthful with me be asked Histone was light, but his gaze was piercing 

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Whitney’s hand clenched at her side, her nails digging into her palin. She couldn’t meet his eyes. “Not entirely,” she admitted softly. “There have been times lied.