Love Unbreakable

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 would mingle together as they engaged in 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 arrived.

Years later, when Nicole said she was pregnant with his child, Jarrod's feelings changed.

His excitement turned to scorn and bitterness.

He resented her for cherishing this unborn child so much.

In his eyes, it couldn't be his and needed to be gotten rid of.

Jarrod firmly held Nicole’s chin and questioned, "Nicole, I always made sure you took emergency contraception.

How on earth did you end up pregnant with my child?" Nicole's jaw ached under his grip.

With tears forming in her eyes, she managed to say, "I threw up the pills several times.” There were times when she couldn't down the contraception due to stomach discomfort.

She had mistaken it for simple indigestion, not realizing it was stomach cancer.

“What a great excuse for your child!" Jarrod sneered.

“Why throw up? Were you that desperate to have my baby?” Nicole's lips quivered.

But before she could respond, Jarrod yanked her chin harshly, slamming half of her face against the seat.

His face showed no mercy.

"Don't even mention this illegitimate child 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 child.

He swore not to let her fool him again.

He was determined to eliminate any chance of her doing so.

How dare she say she was having his child? If the evidence didn't prove she was lying, he would have fallen for it again.

Did she really think she could trick him again, like the time she claimed to love him to fool him? No fucking way! With eyes red with anger, Jarrod bellowed, "Let me make it clear.

This bastard cannot be born!" Nicole was not surprised at his words.

Even though he knew it was his child, he wouldn't want it.

Proving the child's paternity would only strengthen Jarrod’s resolve to get rid of it.

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

His grip was tight around her waist.

But Nicole, fueled by an unknown force, grasped a knife and aimed it at Jarrod's neck, targeting a lethal spot.

With coldness flashing in his eyes, Jarrod caught the knife that was just centimeters away from his neck.

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

Beads of sweat form on Nicole's forehead.

She strained to push the knife forward, but that last centimeter felt impossible.

Her weakened, battered body was no match for the strength of a grown man.

Jarrod, whose eyes bore a sinister gaze, accused Nicole, "You're trying to kill me so you could run away with your secret lover, aren't you?” To Jarrod, Nicole's spirits seemed to be consumed by malevolence.

Perhaps he should have left her to drown in the past, instead of rescuing her.

His chilling countenance resembled a demon cast out from the depths of hell, but Nicole remained unafraid.

Although she was trapped in a corner, showing weakness or submission would only worsen her plight.

With hatred burning through her words, she seethed.

"Jarrod, I don't merely wish to end your life.

I wish upon you a horrific end, torn apart by wild dogs, and your bones gnawed to pieces!" Her bitter curse echoed in Jarrod's mind.

The sheer intensity of her loathing, fueled by the existence of another man’s child, pushed Jarrod to the edge of insanity.

He was overwhelmed with the desire to destroy this cursed woman, piece by piece! The next moment, Nicole watched in horror as Jarrod’'s bloodied hand glided along the knife's blade until it reached her wrist.

Snap! He broke her wrist.

As he did so, his demeanor resembled that of a malevolent spirit.

The knife clattered to the ground.

"Argh!" Nicole winced and gasped in pain.

Her right hand was limply dangling, and the broken bones caused excruciating pain that no cries could alleviate.

The pain seemed to reach her very core.

Jarrod's palm, cut by the blade, bled heavily, but he didn't seem to care.

He lifted Nicole's chin with his bloodied hand and, in a cold and piercing voice, said, "Since you don't want to have an abortion, we shall try a different approach.” Nicole couldn't fathom the depths of Jarrod's madness.

With her hand incapacitated, she was completely vulnerable.

At this moment, Jarrod fastened her in with the seatbelt and drove away from the clinic.

Soon, the car stopped outside 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 uncaringly threw Nicole onto the floor.

Then, he lounged on the sofa and rested his legs on a glass coffee table.

He casually tossed a stack of money onto the table and said to the men, "Take good care of this woman.

Once she’s pleased, you can split this among yourselves!" These bodyguards, seasoned with decades of experience, had never encountered such an unexpected turn.

For the first time, they saw a chance for both wealth and pleasure.

It felt like a dream come true.

Meanwhile, Nicole's face went ashen.

She realized Jarrod had completely lost his mind.

She knew he was ruthless, but she never imagined he bring in a group of men to...

These ravenous men closed in on her, each bearing a sinister grin.

Nicole staggered backward, only to hit a wall.

She had no way out.

Desperate, she grabbed an alcohol bottle and swung it frantically.

"Stay away! Don't touch me! Get away from mel" However, she received nothing but scornful laughter. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

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

What could she use defend herself against them? Just a bottle? A sense of profound humiliation engulfed Nicole.

She felt as if she had fallen into a dark, hopeless abyss.

Seated on the sofa, Jarrod watched her futile attempts at self-defense with a cold gaze.

His inner rage was still boiling.

Damn it! What he was seeing only fueled his frustration.

All he wanted was to intimidate her and force her into submission and obedience.

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

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

As long as he had the means to control her, even if he had to go as far as chaining her, she wouldn't be able to cheat anymore, would she? Anger clouded Jarrod's handsome face as he watched Nicole's desperate efforts to protect herself.

Those men around Nicole were oblivious to his true intentions.

Jarrod had explicitly instructed Alec to have some men merely intimidate Nicole.

So, why were they advancing toward 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 smashed the bottle she was holding, sending glass shards flying.

Holding the jagged, broken end, she pressed it against her own neck.