Love Unbreakable

Nicole knelt before Jarrod, her body weak and pressed against his knee.

y Jarrod skillfully undid his belt buckle with a quiet click.

Nicole's face drained of color.

She knew what he 7 wanted her to do.

Outraged, she couldn't contain her words.

"Jarrod, isn't Jamie enough for you? Can't you wait until | you're recovered from your illness?" Jarrod chuckled mockingly.

"Isn't this what you deserve? I wouldn't treat Jamie this way.

I cherish her." His words stung, as if belittling her as a mere plaything to be used by men.

Shame washed over Nicole, her lip caught between her teeth until it reddened.

Jarrod, unbothered, cradled the back of her head with his hand, his eyes intense.

He spoke softly yet firmly.

“Whether your father ends up in prison will depend entirely on my mood." He assumed Nicole lied to him again, his fury growing.

He had almost forgotten the venom beneath her beautiful exterior.

In his mind, Nicole deemed men to be just pawns for her schemes.

He loathed himself for almost falling into her trap.

She was never honest, always calculating and duplicitous.

But he couldn't let her go, using force to keep her close.

He convinced himself this was his way of revenge since she once played with his feelings.

He wanted to make her suffer slowly.

Nicole shivered, her eyelashes fluttering.

She shut her eyes, refusing to show her tears.

Jarrod watched her, then ordered coldly, "Open your eyes!” With reluctance, Nicole opened her eyes, and the glisten in her eyes dimmed.

Jarrod grasped her hair, yanking her head back to meet his gaze, a malicious smirk on his lips.

"Take a good look.

Who are you providing service to?” A sickly flush colored Nicole's face as her hatred surfaced.

It excited him further, boiling his blood.

Jarrod assumed Nicole once toyed with his feelings and caused him pain.

But here she was.

She was now at his mercy, bringing him a feeling more thrilling than the sexual intercourse itself.

The effect on his mind and body drove Jarrod to a height of exhilaration.

After their intimate moments, Jarrod nonchalantly cleaned himself with mineral water.

He noticed Nicole eyeing the remaining water.

Deliberately, he drank it all, denying her the chance to cleanse herself.

"Feel blessed with being surrounded by my scents. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

If you become horny, take my scents for some comfort." Nicole felt sick, overwhelmed by his lingering scent.

Jarrod covered Nicole with his jacket, his scent causing her to grimace.

Reluctantly, she wore it to cover herself.

Jarrod then helped Nicole into the car.

As they drove through the night, Nicole's heart sank.

“Where are we going? I need to go home!” Jarrod’'s response cut through her, "We're going to get rid of the bastard within your belly!" "No! You can't do this!" Nicole cried out.

But Jarrod ignored her, making a call to arrange everything.

They arrived swiftly at their destination, bringing the car to a halt.

Jarrod remained calm, rolling down the window and lighting a cigarette.

"It's better you go on your own." Nicole was gripped by fear.

"Jarrod, you can't force me! This is my child!" “Your child?" Jarrod's eyes darkened.

"I'm not going to force you.

Choose between the child and your father." Choose? Nicole's face twisted in torment.

She couldn't abandon either! Struggling to stay calm, her voice trembled, "Jarrod, please, let me keep this baby.

I really have cancer.

My life is fading.

I want my kid to ease my parents' agony after my death.

Please, take me to run for tests and you'll see I’m seriously ill.

We can try different treatments and consult various doctors.

You'll see the truth then." Jarrod sneered, his tone laced with disdain.

"I'm impressed.

Your affection for this baby seems deep.

You should go so far as to pretend to have cancer to keep him!” Nicole shook her head, her eyes brimming with honesty.

"No, that’s not it.

I haven't lied to you!" "Do you know that man named Kieran?” Jarrod cut in impatiently.

"Yes, but...” ¢ Before she could finish, Jarrod interjected coldly, "Was he your ex-boyfriend?" Nicole hesitated, then nodded.

"Yes, he was.” Asmirk crossed Jarrod’s face.

"Get out of the car now!" He was determined not to be tricked by her again, unwilling to be made a fool of.

Desperate, Nicole clutched at Jarrod's arm.

“Hear me out.

There was nothing between Kieran and me.

This child can't be his!" Jarrod’s lips twisted into a scornful smile.

"If not his, then someone else's.

Either way, it's an illegitimate I child.” The thought of an illegitimate child being born was unbearable to him, an insult to his dignity.

Just then, Alec had confirmed a disturbing truth.

That doctor had taken money for a sham surgery, linked to the Lawrence Group.

Nicole's parents had confirmed Nicole only told them she was affected by a mere stomach ulcer.

Kieran, indeed Nicole's ex-boyfriend, was often seen near Nicole's home.

All evidence seemed to point to Nicole's infidelity, challenging her desperate claims of innocence.

Yet, Nicole's voice carried unwavering sincerity.

“I didn't lie to you, nor have I lied about my illness.

What will I gain when lying to you that I am at the jaw of death?" Jarrod’s expression shifted subtly at the mention of death, a hint of discomfort marring his features.

A fracture appeared in the icy exterior of his heart.

Images of Nicole’s demise haunted him -- intense headaches, chilling sweat, a fear he couldn't explain.

But he quickly cast these thoughts aside.

He didn't think she would die this easily.

How could that be possible? Grabbing Nicole's collar in anger, Jarrod issued a stark warning, "Remember, you need my permission to die.

Otherwise, I'll ensure your entire family joins you!" Pain lanced through Nicole's heart.

She knew that even after her demise, he wouldn't spare her family.

What humanity remained when one was denied even the right to die? She felt reduced to a mere puppet, a hollow being.

Summoning her courage, Nicole uttered each word with difficulty, "What if I say the child is yours?”