Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 232

Your Child Jarrod's pitch eyes seemed to cut through Nicole's disheveled clothes.

He knelt down slowly, his icy fingertips lightly grazing her bruised skin before suddenly pressing hard.

"Ah..." Nicole cried out, her face turning ashen.

Jarrod's grip didn't lighten.

His hand's veins stood out as he pressed harder as though he was trying to obliterate the marks with his own force.

His voice was low and tense as he spoke.

"You're in such a hurry that you can't even bother to close the door?" Nicole understood Jarrod well.

She knew he was barely containing his fury.

As her heart raced, preparing to explain, she noticed Kieran, whom Jarrod had just kicked away, charging back in front of her protectively.

"Nicole is my woman.

I won't let you harm her!" Jarrod raised an eyebrow, his sneer sharp.

"Your woman?" Kieran, despite trembling under Jarrod's intimidating presence, stood his ground, driven by the promise of financial gains.

"Yes! She's my woman, and she's carrying my child.

You can't touch her!" "She's carrying your child? I can't touch her?" Jarrod echoed Kieran, disbelief turning into mocking laughter Only Nicole knew how ominous that laugh was.

She pushed Kieran away, rebuking him, "Stop lying! When did I get pregnant with your child?" Kieran, looking hurt, insisted, "Nicole, you're just upset.

A child needs a complete family.

You can't raise it alone! I don't care how many men you've slept with.

I'm sure the child is mine!" His sincerity seemed genuine as if he truly believed his own words.

Nicole instantly saw through Kieran, suspecting someone must've bribed him to slander her.

"Kieran, who paid you to defame me?" Nicole demanded angrily.

"Nicole, did you say that because you're scared?" Kieran gently patted her back, trying to offer comfort.

"Don't worry, honey.

I'm here for you." Honey? The word "honey" made Nicole's skin crawl, fueling her desire to expose his deceit. Jarrod's patience snapped. He rose swiftly, his fists clenched, and landed a forceful punch on Kieran. Poof! Kieran spat out two bloody front teeth. Jarrod, kneeling, gripped Kieran's jaw and struck his face repeatedly, leaving Kieran bloodied and nearly unconscious. From the looks of it, Kieran was mere inches away from death. Nicole, fearing the worst, intervened. "Stop, Jarrod!" Her concern was for her reputation, not Kieran's well-being. Jarrod, enraged, flung Nicole away, and she landed awkwardly on the sofa. As she neared the foot of the sofa, Nicole instinctively shielded her abdomen, bending forward and curving her back. The brunt of the impact was absorbed by her spine, sparing her lower body as she landed roughly on the sofa. There was an audible crack, and pain radiated through her back, leaving Nicole to wonder if she had sustained a fracture. "Ouch..." Nicole winced, a sharp hiss escaping her lips. Thankfully, her protective instincts had kept her belly safe from harm. Jarrod's fury deepened upon seeing her protect her stomach.

"Are you this worried your honey might die?" He then grabbed her throat, pinning her against the sofa. His words were harsh and accusing. "Are you this reckless and horny? What? None of the men in this fucking country could satisfy your needs? You cheated on me

and even carried another man's bastard inside you?" Jarrod's voice was a blend of icy contempt and anger, his presence exuding a palpable coldness.

Overcome by the chilling tension, Nicole felt paralyzed, her body refusing to respond.

She frantically tried to loosen his grip around her throat, gasping for air.

With great effort, she managed to speak.

"No...

It's not what you think...

He burst in and tore my clothes..." She couldn't finish her words.

Her face turned a worrying shade of purple-red, her breaths short and labored, the air in the room feeling thin. Jarrod's greatest aversion was betrayal.

Anything marked by his touch, he would never relinquish. However, Nicole had betrayed him again and again. The thought of Nicole's betrayal ignited a fierce anger within him. He felt a burning desire to erase the evidence of her infidelity. Nicole's vision blurred, her chest tight, her neck throbbing. She felt disconnected from her own body, overwhelmed by the realization that Jarrod might actually try to kill her. Was this how her story would end? Would her unborn child share her fate? Her consciousness waned, tears spilling over her

flushed cheeks, tracing paths down to Jarrod's bloodied hand.

Nicole had fought to conceal any sign of weakness, refusing to cry in front of this merciless man.

Yet, in her final moments of consciousness, she couldn't hold back her tears.

It was a cruel irony that after struggling so hard to survive, she might die with her name sullied.

Her last wish was to never cross paths with Jarrod in another life...

Then, abruptly, the crushing pressure on her throat was gone.

Jarrod's face, icy and unyielding, bore an expression of contempt.

"Death would be too kind for you." Nicole gasped for air, her sudden inhales triggering a fit of coughs.

Each cough wracked her body painfully as if tearing her inside out.

Then, a mouthful of blood, dark with clots, spilled from Nicole's lips, a sign of serious internal injuries. That single cough seemed to sap all her strength, leaving her trembling. Jarrod's heart skipped a beat, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady her. But before he could touch her, Kieran, bloodied and battered, lunged forward. "Nicole, are you alright? Did our baby get hurt?" Kieran cried out in concern.

A murderous glint flickered in Jarrod's eyes.

With a swift kick, he sent Kieran crashing against the wall.

Blood trickled from the corner of Kieran's mouth, followed by a low groan before he lost consciousness. Jarrod then turned his scornful gaze to Nicole.

"Quite the performance, coughing up blood like that.

You seem to have a knack for faking sickness." Nicole, barely catching her breath, looked at Jarrod in disbelief.

"Faking sickness?" "You used a gastric ulcer to trick me into thinking it was cancer, didn't you? To buy time, to save your father," Jarrod accused, his voice dripping with venom.

"Eighty million.

How many men did you sleep with to gather this much money? Yet, you still haven't gotten rid of that child you're carrying. Remarkable indeed."

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