Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 111

I'll Let You Get What You Want "Jarrod Schultz!" Nicole's voice rasped, sounding like rotten wood as she enunciated each
syllable.
The atmosphere grew increasingly stifling, making her feel as though her life was slipping away.
A memory of her mother holding a birthday cake flashed before her eyes.
"Make a wish, Nicole!" Her mother gazed at her as if she were the most precious gem.
Would her mother ever come to terms with her death? The thought prompted large tears to spill from Nicole's swollen eyes.
What had she done to deserve this? Jarrod's eyes blazed, unhinged.
His grip tightened around Nicole's fragile neck, almost snapping it.
He chastised himself internally.
He'd felt compassion for this woman, even pitied her last night.
When his father passed away in jail and his mother took her own life, he'd been left with nothing.
She had mocked him back then, and he'd shrugged it off only yesterday.
But what about her? She found him repulsive.
Her words echoed those in some damning video, belittling him and declaring that he deserved to be deceived.
His loathing for her intensified.
With a scornful smirk, Jarrod made a chilling vow.
He had no more sympathy for her.
Her actions had proven she was undeserving of it.
She would remain ensnared by him for the rest of her days, as long as she lived.
His intent was clear.

It was to make her suffer indefinitely.
Jarrod closed in on Nicole with malevolent eyes, whispering a sinister vow into her ear, "You'll be in agony for the rest of your
days, Nicole.” Nicole remained silent.
Her glazed eyes and bruised face made Jarrod abruptly loosen his grip, as if snapping back to reality.

Once she could breathe, Nicole inhaled deeply, like a dry fish finding water.
Her complexion matched the whiteness of the bed sheet.
She recalled her bizarre dream.
In her sleep, Jarrod had held her tenderly, caressing her hair as though they were newfound lovers.

She questioned, “Jarrod, where's my phone?” With a derisive laugh, Jarrod tossed her the phone. Wasting no time, Nicole pressed the emergency numbers. She might not be able to confront Jamie and the monster before her, but someone had to answer for her

to them? "As I've stated, it was an accident," Jarrod coldly retorted. Shaking with indignation, Nicole spat out, "Jarrod, are you suggesting I should just tolerate this?” "Indeed." A look of despair clouded Nicole's eyes. "Jarrod, my face is ruined. A vase shattered against it. Had my

I might have died." The word "died" made Jarrod’s heart miss a beat.
Quickly recovering, he responded icily, "Yet here you are, still breathing." Nicole let out a hollow laugh, her face ashen and her
hair disarrayed like a deranged woman.
"Jarrod, you're well aware why I was assaulted.
You're not just trash.
You're a monster.
Want me dead? I'll give you what you desire," she articulated each word, choked with sorrow.
Abruptly, she threw back the blanket, leapt off the bed, and dashed toward the window.
Before Jarrod could react, Nicole had already climbed up.
Staring down at the ground far below, she said bitterly, "Jarrod, this is the tenth floor.
Think I'll look worse if I take the plunge?” "Nicole, get back here!" Jarrod bellowed, his eyes widening in panic.

hideous scar mars my face. No amount of dressing up

of living anymore? Why had her life capsized so catastrophically upon Jarrod's return? He had shattered every illusion she had of him. He had

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