Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

The True Colors Of Lauren Were Exposed Mitchel’s gaze deepened as he warned, "Be careful with your words.
Avoid saying things you shouldn't.” Nicole seemed to sense something.
"Mr. Dixon, do you believe Raegan will forgive you one day?" she asked.
Observing Mitchel’s reaction confirmed Nicole's suspicion.
It appeared the descriptions of the heroes in the romantic novels she had read were spot on.
Mitchel was a wealthy, handsome man, brimming with confidence in his love life.
Why pass up the chance to avenge Raegan? Nicole wouldn't let such a golden opportunity slide.
"Don't worry, Mr. Dixon.
My lips are sealed, but...” Nicole hesitated, then added, "Raegan's resolve might be stronger than you anticipate once she's
made up her mind." Mitchel’s hands balled into fists.
He lingered for a moment before heading back to Lauren's ward.
Upon seeing him, Lauren inquired anxiously, "Mitchel, did you manage to retrieve the recorder?" She had assumed Mitchel
chased after Nicole to help her reclaim the voice recorder.
In her view, despite everything, Mitchel still showed concerns for her.
After all, he hadn't punished her for tampering with Raegan's pregnancy test previously, right? And now, battered by Raegan,
Lauren was convinced Mitchel wouldn't blame her.
However, her plans to be Mitchel's wife had to be delayed.
It was all Nicole's fault, the woman who had set her up.
Once she married into the Dixon family, Lauren vowed to ruin the Lawrence family and humiliate Nicole.
Lost in her vindictive thoughts, Lauren didn't even notice Mitchel was already standing beside her and gazing down at her.

heart raced, as always, at the sight of him. Affection filled her

dream of marrying Mitchel once more. As she reached out to embrace Mitchel, he unexpectedly stepped back. Bang! In her attempt, Lauren failed to hold onto Mitchel and, driven by momentum, tumbled from her wheelchair to the floor. "Ouch!" She let out a pained cry, tears welling up in her eyes. Lying there, Lauren gazed up with tear-filled eyes and whined childishly, “Mitchel, it hurts so

was too late. Her hand barely grazed his trouser hem when she saw him lift his polished leather shoes and bring them down mercilessly. The hard soles crushed her hand, and Lauren's fingers felt like they

she cried. But Mitchel’s sympathy for Lauren had evaporated, his protection for her squandered. Crack! The cruel crunching of her fingers under his feet echoed ominously, a sound as chilling as the approach of death itself. Mitchel's expression was icy, his eyes glinting with a malice reminiscent of the devil. He declared, “I've made