Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Chapter 125

Raegan's End The tall and thin hooligan yanked Raegan by the hair and hit her head to the wall again and again.
For a moment, Raegan felt that the world was spinning around her and that her soul was getting detached from her body.
Blood oozed from her head.
Raegan could not tell if it was just blood.
She feared that her skull had cracked open and it was her brain splattering everywhere.
At last, the other hooligan stopped the tall and thin hooligan, leaving Raegan to fall to the ground almost unconsciously.
"Are you out of your mind? We're only here to fuck her, not to kill her! Murder is a felony.
Don't do anything stupid!” The tall, thin man finally returned to his senses.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead and exclaimed, "Damn! This woman really got under my skin!" "Enough of that.
Let’s get down to business." The other hooligan cast a glance at Raegan, who lay bloodied on the ground, and muttered, "Look,
lady.
Don't hate us for being brutal.
We're just here for the money.
The real villain here is your good-for-nothing husband who left you high and dry.
If he had been there for you, we wouldn't even have this opportunity.
Isn't that right?” Raegan was at a loss for words, unable to counter their twisted justification.
They were right, though.
The person she had held dearest had left her all alone.
Who else could she possibly blame? She only wished she had not fallen so blindly in love with Mitchel when she was still young
and ignorant about love.
She had loved him so much that she sacrificed even her dignity.

A single sweet gesture from him, and she would forgive him every single time.
Maybe she deserved this.
In a way, she brought this on herself anyway.
It was not anyone else's fault.
It was hers alone.
In this world, there are no do-overs and no second chances to set things right.
At this moment, the two men clasped their hands, eager to tear Raegan’s clothes apart.
"Fuck off!" Raegan shook off their hands with apparent disgust.
However, she was so weak that her action only annoyed the hooligans.
The tall and thin hooligan slapped her across the face and pinned her to the ground.
"How dare you fight back! I'm going to fucking kill you!" As soon as he said these words, he landed a hard kick on her chest.

Raegan writhed as excruciating pain emanated from the site of the kick.
For a moment, she felt as if her body was no longer hers.
The pain was so unbearable she could not even move her fingers.
The tall and thin hooligan lifted his foot to kick her again, but the other hooligan stopped him.
"You idiot! If you keep kicking her, how are we supposed to have fun?" Raegan lay curled up on the ground and watched as the
two approached and squatted in front of her.
Despair enveloped her like seaweed stretching from the dark, boundless sea as it wrapped around her tightly, making her unable
to breathe.

once sparkling eyes now looked vacant. Was she prepared to meet her end like this? Then, all of a sudden, she felt something move in her

It was as if her unborn child was sending her a message, urging her not to give up. Raegan jolted back to reality and bit down hard on her tongue. The taste of her own blood, rich and metallic, coupled with the sharp pain, brought her back to her senses. Once again, she could feel her fingers. She seized a shard of broken glass from the ground and slashed the tall and thin hooligan's hand. In the next instant, blood spurted from it. "Damn it! You'll pay for this, you witch!” he roared and lunged at her like a wild animal. But Raegan, with fierce determination in her eyes, pressed the glass to her own neck and warned, “Stay back, I mean it.” The tall and thin hooligan froze for a second. Raegan used this

all for a mere fifty thousand dollars,

If they were caught, they would pay with their lives.
The gravity of Raegan's words hung in the air, causing the two men to waver.
The money suddenly lost its allure when stacked against the weight of their lives.
Seeing their hesitation, Raegan seized the moment and added, "If you want to make up for your sins, this is your chance.
Give me your phone!” “Why should we give you the phone?" Without a word, Raegan pressed the glass deeper into her flesh,
causing more blood to flow.
Seeing this, the thin and tall hooligan gave in and handed over his phone.
With one hand clutching the glass and the other trembling, Raegan dialed a number.
“Hello, I've been kidnapped, but I don't know where I am.
Can you trace this call? Please...
You have to hurry.
I'm pregnant, and my baby..." Raegan choked with sobs, and tears streamed down her face.
After a long pause, she continued, "Something's wrong with my baby.
Please, you have to save my child..." Her vision started to get fuzzy, with white haziness clouding her sight.
The figures of the two hooligans became distorted and blurred in front of her.
However, she fought to keep her calm and even pressed the shard of glass firmly against her neck.
Only in this way could she make sure she was conscious.

not feel the pain, no matter how deeply she cut. She was painfully aware that if she passed out, it would

"Miss, we've pinpointed your location. Please ensure your phone stays on. Help will be there shortly..." Raegan breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Please, hurry. I need to make another call...” She then mustered all the energy she had left to dial another number. But to her disappointment, the call went unanswered. "Sorry, the subscriber you've dialed is

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