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.

her eyes burning with hatred.

stopped him. Raegan's gaze bore into Lauren with icy intensity,

up to this moment. Previously, all she knew was the outcome. She remained clueless

earlier, as Raegan prepared to leave the restaurant, Devonte intercepted her and urged her to take a

her on her phone, so he called Devonte to inform her that Lauren was still alive. It was

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

But Raegan refused constant

alive and kicking, it meant Lauren's vendetta

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

an opportunity to

hinted that besides Tessa, Lauren might have been involved in her grandmother's and unborn child's deaths. Yet, Lauren proved to be too cunning. There was no evidence to support these

Devonte orchestrate everything,

the cleaning staff collided with her. Later,

words, coaxing Lauren into revealing the truth. In the I{

Mitchel grasped Raegan's intentions.

but

forward, only to

was sent flying again. Her head slammed heavily against the wall. Blood streamed down

excruciating pain contorted Lauren's scarred face into a more grotesque and fearsome visage as she crumpled to the ground. Her complexion was

me... Ah..." Dark

blood's hue that Lauren was teetering on the brink of

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 she prefers death over prison, so let's ensure she faces tne consequenc

remainder of her days and perhap seek redemption.” Even stripped of her fragments of memories, Raegan couldn't summon an ounce of kindness toward Lauren The thought of her innocent 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 claim Lauren now, it would merely offer solace to Lauren's

weight of her sins bearing down upon her with each passing day Only then

to amend it. 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,

"As you wish." His voice cut through the air like the icy breath