Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
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Before Raegan could seek clarification, she was yanked to the ground by her hair.

"Enough! Pay back the money now!"

A young police officer present at the scene stepped in and attempted to keep things calm.

"Let's find a peaceful solution. There's no need for violence," he urged.

The property's owner had summoned the police against these troublemakers who refused to vacate the property she had legally acquired, despite her having all the necessary documentation.

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Raegan's gaze lifted, and she found herself face-to-face with the very image of that notorious villager, the one who disrespected her grandma's grave.

Rage boiled within her as she demanded, "Did you desecrate my grandmother's grave?"

This very troublemaker's face remained unrepentant as he scoffed, "What if I did? Would you have bothered to return otherwise? You little bitch, conspiring with Brent to swindle us, the hardworking folk. That was our life's savings for retirement!"

Beside Raegan, a young police officer filled her in. Not too long before, Brent had rolled into town in a lavish car, boasting of fortunes made elsewhere. He had persuaded the villagers to invest, promising returns, and put this house up as collateral. Unbeknownst to the folks, he had already sold the house out, which was ironic considering Raegan was now its tenant.

Brent had vanished into thin air.

The air was thick with accusations, painting Raegan as Brent's accomplice in the deception of the villagers.

Recognizing the dispute at hand, and the fact that the money was given willingly to Brent, the police officer admitted the need to locate Brent was paramount.

But Brent was a ghost, and wrath turned toward Raegan.

The police officer tried to mediate, to calm the flames of blame directed at Raegan, stressing Raegan's innocence regarding Brent's scheme.

Confusion reigned among some villagers, who questioned if their investments would return with Brent's capture.

The police officer's face clouded with sorrow as he explained the grim possibilities, "If Brent had funds to return, there was hope.

Otherwise, imprisonment awaited him, and those money was as good as gone."

Despair then seized the scene.

Many villagers, advanced in years and limited in their ability to work, faced the stark reality of being penniless, lacking even for potential medical needs, their futures bleak.

A woman's sorrow erupted, her savings eroded in her tears on the ground.

Even as Brent got away with the money, a train of mix-ups occurred as a result of Raegan's decision to rent the house.

As Raegan absorbed the depth of the disaster, she implored the crowd, "How much did Brent take from you?"

This simple question sparked a flicker of hope. Raegan, known for her job at Ardlens and her university education, was assumed to be their beacon of success.

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