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.

eyes burning with hatred. "I'm going to

intervene, but Raegan stopped him. Raegan's gaze bore into Lauren with icy intensity, fueled by a deep-seated

recall the past leading up to this moment. Previously, all she knew was the outcome.

leave the restaurant, Devonte intercepted her

her phone, so he called Devonte to

Devonte to ensure Raegan's safety and not to leave

But Raegan refused constant

alive and kicking, it meant Lauren's vendetta {

understood that the adversary lurked in the shadows, and retreating was the weakest option available. It

as an opportunity

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

had Devonte orchestrate

was amiss when the cleaning staff collided with her. Later,

she used her quick thinking to counter Lauren's words, coaxing Lauren into revealing the truth. In the

Mitchel grasped Raegan's intentions.

but maintained vigilance

frenzy, Lauren lunged forward, only to be met with a forceful kick from

her fragile body was sent flying again. Her head slammed heavily against the

into a more grotesque and fearsome visage as she crumpled to the ground. Her complexion was

with choking gasps. Her pleas echoed through the room as her consciousness faded Please help me... Ah..." Dark brown blood, tainted with toxins, spewed from Lauren's lips, a grim indicator of her impending demise She

blood's hue that

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

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

the weight of her sins bearing down upon her with each

it. What could be more harrowing than a life devoid of hope, burdened only by unrelenting agony?

how long Lauren lived, even if it was

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 depths