Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chatper 377

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. "I'm

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

up to this moment. Previously, all she knew was

as Raegan prepared to leave the restaurant, Devonte

phone, so he called Devonte to

Devonte to ensure Raegan's safety and

But Raegan refused constant

alive and kicking, it

was the weakest option available. It was wiser

as an opportunity to turn the

and unborn child's deaths. Yet, Lauren proved to be too cunning. There was no evidence to support these two claims.

Devonte orchestrate everything,

something was amiss when the cleaning staff collided

revealing the truth. In the I{ end, Lauren's arrogance

Mitchel grasped Raegan's intentions.

his actions but maintained vigilance

only to be met with a forceful kick

again. Her head slammed heavily against the

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

help me... Ah..." Dark

discern from the blood's hue

do you wish to proceed?" Raegan gazed at Lauren with eyes brimming with animosity as she said coldly,

both unjustly taken, fueled a rage within her so potent it bordered on madness. She longed to tear Lauren apart and

sins bearing down upon her

a life devoid of hope, burdened only by unrelenting agony? With two counts

was two hundred years, she would

said in a chilling tone, "As you wish." His voice cut through the air like the icy breath of a devil in the depths

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