Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 377 The Truth (Part Two) Mitchel stood motionless. His cold and unwavering gaze locked onto Lauren.

Lauren's expression was filled with madness and malice. "This wretch! She deserves to die! If I can't have you, no one else can!" Mitchel's handsome face displayed almost no reaction. The grotesque sight of the corpse seemed to leave him unfazed.

Lauren found it hard to believe his calm demeanor. She thought he was putting on an act. With this thought, She smiled wickedly and asked, "Mitchel, do you want to see your beloved woman's insides?" Lauren released the hair she was

clutching, intending to dig into the corpse's abdomen and extract some organs for display. She refused to believe Mitchel felt nothing! However, before she could do anything, the corpse's head suddenly dropped. It tumbled several times before coming to rest beside Mitchel's feet.

"Ha-ha... Her head..." Lauren erupted into hysterical laughter once more.

Few things were as chilling as seeing the severed head of a loved one roll to one's feet. The pain of failing to attain one's desires no matter the effort exerted. Mitchel needed to taste it! However, Lauren's laughter abruptly ceased. Emotionlessly, Mitchel kicked the severed head. The head found its way back to Lauren's feet.

How could this be? Lauren stood frozen, disbelief etched on her face as she struggled to comprehend what she

was seeing. Was Mitchel, once full of affection, now devoid of any love for Raegan? "Take a good look at what you had stabbed." Mitchel's voice was eerily calm, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

The aura he gave off was akin to a demon lurking in the depths of a murky swamp. All around him, the air seemed thick with the scent of death.

Panicked, Lauren frantically wiped the blood from her lashes and looked closely. What lay before her wasn't Raegan. To be precise, her target wasn't even human. It was merely a lifelike dummy commonly used in film productions. The blood that stained the scene was nothing more than a theatrical concoction.

Lauren wondered about Raegan's whereabouts.

Terrified, Lauren's ears pricked at the

sound of the neighboring dressing booth door creaking open Raegan emerged, immaculate and composed, a stark contrast to the blood-stained figure on the floor.

"You..." Lauren's face drained of color, realization striking her like a bolt of lightning. She remembered that during the stabbing, the figure she had stabbed a hundred times hadn't uttered a sound.

Lauren's illness had caused her vision and sense of smell to deteriorate, and with blood obstructing her eyes, she failed to realize the one she had exhausted herself from stabbing wasn't Raegan at all.

at Raegan, her eyes burning with hatred. "I'm going to kill you!" Sensing the imminent

bore into Lauren

the past leading up to this moment. Previously,

Devonte intercepted

he called Devonte to inform her that

instructed Devonte to ensure Raegan's safety and not to leave her side

But Raegan refused constant

If Lauren was still alive and kicking, it meant Lauren's vendetta { against her was far from

lurked in the shadows, and retreating was the weakest option available. It was wiser to employ

saw this as an opportunity to turn the

been involved in her grandmother's and unborn child's deaths.

had Devonte orchestrate

when the cleaning staff collided with

to counter Lauren's words, coaxing Lauren into revealing

Mitchel grasped Raegan's intentions.

but maintained vigilance over

frenzy, Lauren lunged forward, only to be

shrieked in agony as her fragile body was sent flying again. Her head slammed heavily against the wall. Blood streamed down the back

fearsome visage as she crumpled to the ground. Her complexion was as pale

consciousness faded Please help me... Ah..." Dark brown

from the blood's hue that Lauren was teetering on

disgust deepened with each glance at Lauren. Turning to Raegan, he asked, "How do you wish to proceed?" Raegan gazed at Lauren with eyes brimming with animosity as she said coldly, "She claimed

child and grandmother, both unjustly taken, fueled a rage within her so potent it bordered on madness. She longed to tear Lauren apart and subject Lauren to torturous agony! Yet, if death were to

weight of her sins bearing down upon her with

What could be more harrowing than a life devoid of hope, burdened only by

matter how long Lauren lived, even if it was two hundred years, she would remain imprisoned

frigid glance at Lauren, her features now distorted beyond recognition, and said in a chilling tone, "As you wish." His voice cut through the air like the icy breath of a devil in the