Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 235

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Jarrod once dreamed of having a child with Nicole.

During their college romance, Nicole often whispered to Jarrod, "Jarrod, I want to have your child!"

Their bodies intermingled as they lived passionate moments. But as students, they lacked the money to raise a baby and start a family, so they took precautions and decided to wait until graduation.

But that day never came.

Years later, when Nicole told him she was pregnant with him, Jarrod's feelings changed. His excitement turned to contempt and bitterness.

I held a grudge against him for loving that unborn child so much. In his eyes, it couldn't be his and had to be gotten rid of.

Jarrod held Nicole's chin firmly and asked, “Nicole, I always made sure you took emergency contraception. How the hell did you end up pregnant with my child?

Nicole's jaw ached under his grip. With tears in his eyes, he managed to say: "I vomited the pills several times."

There were times when I couldn't take the contraceptive because of an upset stomach.

He had mistaken it for simple indigestion, without realizing that it was stomach cancer.

"What a great excuse for your son!" Jarrod mocked.

«Why vomit?

"Were you that desperate to have my son?"

Nicole's lips trembled. But before he could respond, Jarrod yanked his chin hard, slamming half his face into the seat. His face showed no mercy.

«Don't mention that illegitimate son again. Even if it's mine, I'll get rid of it. Do you really think you deserve to have my child?

Jarrod refused to acknowledge the stirring in his heart at the mention of his son. He swore he would never be fooled by her again. He was determined to eliminate any chance of her doing so.

How dare she say that she was going to have his child?

If the evidence didn't show he was lying, he would have believed it again.

Did he really think he could deceive him again, like the time he said he loved him to deceive him? No way!

Eyes red with anger, Jarrod bellowed, “Let's be clear.

This bastard can't be born.

Nicole was not surprised by his words.

Even if she knew he was her son, she wouldn't want him.

Proving the child's paternity would only strengthen Jarrod's determination to get rid of him.

At that moment, Jarrod pulled her and dragged her out of the car.

He had her by the waist. But Nicole, driven by an unknown force, grabbed a knife and pointed it at Jarrod's neck, aiming for a lethal point.

With coldness shining in his eyes, Jarrod caught the knife that was mere inches from his neck.

"Are you trying to murder me because of an illegitimate child?" Jarrod growled through clenched teeth.

Beads of sweat formed on Nicole's forehead. He struggled to push the knife forward, but the last inch seemed impossible.

His weakened and battered body was no match for the strength of a grown man.

Jarrod, whose eyes had a sinister look, accused Nicole: "You're trying to kill me so you can run away with your secret lover, right?"

To Jarrod, Nicole's spirit seemed consumed by malevolence.

Maybe he should have let her drown in the past, instead of rescuing her.

His chilling countenance resembled that of a demon expelled from the depths of hell, but Nicole was still not afraid.

Although she was trapped in a corner, showing weakness or submission would only make her situation worse.

With hatred burning in his words, he became enraged.

«Jarrod, I don't just want to end your life. I wish you a horrible end, torn apart by wild dogs and your bones gnawed to pieces.

Her bitter curse echoed in Jarrod's mind.

The intensity of his hatred, fueled by the existence of another man's son, drove Jarrod to the brink of madness. He was overcome with the desire to destroy that cursed woman, piece by piece!

The next moment, Nicole watched in horror as Jarrod's bloody hand slid down the blade of the knife until it reached her wrist.

Click! He broke her wrist. As he did so, his behavior seemed like that of a malevolent spirit.

The knife fell to the ground.

“Argh!” Nicole shuddered and gasped in pain. His right hand hung tightly, and the broken bones caused him excruciating pain that no amount of screaming could relieve.

The pain seemed to reach his core.

Jarrod's blade-cut palm was bleeding profusely, but he didn't seem to care. He lifted Nicole's chin with his bloody hand and, in a cold, piercing voice, said, "Since you don't want to abort, we'll try a different approach."

Nicole couldn't understand the extent of Jarrod's madness.

With his hand incapacitated, he was completely vulnerable.

At that point, Jarrod buckled her in her seat belt and drove away from the clinic.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a club. Jarrod roughly pulled Nicole out and hurried her into a chamber.

Inside, the room was filled with several imposing men. Even their faces were marked by prominent muscles.

Jarrod casually threw Nicole to the ground. Then, he lay down on the sofa and rested his legs on a small glass table. He casually threw a pile of money on the table and said to the men, “Take good care of this woman. When she is happy, you can divide it among yourselves.

These bodyguards, hardened by decades of experience, had never encountered such an unexpected turn.

For the first time, they saw an opportunity for wealth and pleasure.

It seemed like a dream come true.

Meanwhile, Nicole's face turned ashen. He realized that Jarrod had completely lost his mind.

She knew he was ruthless, but she never imagined that he would bring a group of men to…

These voracious men approached her, each with a sinister smile.

Nicole stumbled back, only to crash into a wall. I had no escape.

Desperate, she grabs a bottle of alcohol and shakes it frantically.

«Don't come close! Do not touch me. Get away from me."

However, he received nothing but disdainful laughter.

Even if he had fighting skills, he couldn't overpower those men, especially with a broken hand and weakened legs.

What could he use to defend himself against them? Just one bottle?

A feeling of deep humiliation washed over Nicole. He felt as if he had fallen into a dark and hopeless abyss.

Sitting on the couch, Jarrod watched her futile attempts at self-defense with a cold gaze. His inner rage continued to boil. Damn!

What he was seeing only fueled his frustration.

All he wanted was to intimidate her and force her to submit and obey.

He wanted to see her kneeling and begging to terminate the pregnancy of her illegitimate child.

If she agreed to have an abortion, he might even consider forgiving her previous relationships with other men.

As long as he had the means to control her, even if he had to go to the extent of chaining her, he couldn't fool her anymore, right?

Anger clouded Jarrod's handsome face as he watched Nicole's desperate efforts to protect herself.

The men surrounding Nicole were unaware of her true intentions.

Jarrod had given explicit instructions to Alec that some men should limit themselves to intimidating Nicole. So why were they advancing towards her? Nicole, so disheveled and vulnerable, looked pitiful.

Just as Jarrod was about to lose his composure, a sudden loud crash echoed through the room.

Nicole had broken the bottle she was holding, sending shards of glass flying. Grasping the broken, jagged end, he pressed it against his own neck.

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