Love Unbreakable

The room was filled with shock at the unexpected turn.

Those men had been so engrossed in _ their performance, never anticipating such a dramatic turn of events.

Nicole's eyes, once sparkling, were now dim.

Facing Jarrod, her voice was cold.

"Jarrod, my father canceled my engagement with you, fearing I might not lead a good life with you.

Back then, I was mad at him and failed to understand his concerns.

We argued, and I even refused to eat.

But was his desire to protect me so unforgivable? Did your family be killed by my family? Why do you want us all dead? Is it just because you believe I played with your feelings? Fine, if you are so set on revenge on me.

I'm ready to atone with my life.

Is that enough for you?” With resolve, Nicole moved the glass shard toward her neck.

Thud! Suddenly, the bottle was kicked against the wall! Nicole's less agile left hand was outpaced by Jarrod’s feet.

He kicked her hand, sending a jolt of pain through Nicole's wrist.

Nicole's last hope of death was taken away.

"All of you, get out!” Jarrod's voice thundered with fury.

Those men quickly complied, not daring to disobey.

Jarrod pinned Nicole's battered form against the wall.

"Even facing death, Nicole, you defy me? Haven't I said you need my permission to die?” Nicole's hands drooped, drained of strength.

She couldn't raise them.

It was then she realized he had said she needed his permission to die.

She lacked even the freedom to control her own life and death.

A hauntingly beautiful smile appeared on Nicole's face.

"Jarrod, it doesn't matter if you say no.

My bod is failing.

all the hatred

dying." At that moment, Nicole longed for

it offer her freedom? Jarrod was livid at her

dying was almost like etching that word on her forehead as a

seek his sympathy? Then why couldn't she simply yield to him, stop resisting, and avoid despicable deeds? Jarrod didn't believe she would die, but the word “dying” from her lips always unsettled

himself his unease was because he didn't want her to die too

vengeance to exact! Why did she think she could just die? Perhaps this was another ploy

one bit!

trick me with this,

the old Jarrod who would listen

I knew is

left is a demon." Nicole's laughter was hysterical, pain clenching

Jarrod's irritation grew.

tightened his hold on her waist, lifting her

His voice was icy.

me!" Nicole, powerless,

you're nothing but a cruel

busily involved with other men, weren't

more demon than man,

leaned down, his tongue finding her pulsing

gasped, her body shaking, tears streaming

artery, a vulnerable spot where a bit more force could be

loomed over her,

want another man." His hand

like this, he

her wet tears sticking to

felt like a helpless fish on a

grew, a knock

Jarrod’s response was cold.

Outside, Alec hesitated

"Mr.

Miss Powell is

you.” Hearing Jamie's name brought Nicole a sense

about to continue, but his phone's persistent

fist on the coffee table's

Nicole's respite was brief.

jacket for her, and took

villa Jarrod had bought for

was at the

ran to