Love Unbreakable

When Henley's assistant announced his vegetative state in the hospital, Gerda was so distraught she nearly fainted.

Raegan was equally stunned.

Why would Henley have left his entire fortune to her? Such a turn of events seemed incomprehensible.

Mitchel, with darkened eyes, questioned, “Can you explain this?"

Raegan opened her mouth but remained silent, at a loss for words.

Mitchel's gaze grew colder, still wrongly thinking Raegan was pregnant with Henley's child.

Despite what Henley had done, he must admit Henley was quite considerate in offering financial support for the unborn child in Raegan's belly.

At the thought of that, Mitchel's heart seemed to be torn apart by some invisible stagger.

He pinched Raegan's chin, his tone icy.

"Say something!"

His anger intensified, his grip tightening.

Raegan, on the verge of tears, stammered, "What do you expect me to say?"

"Didn't you try to explain it to me just then? Go on."

Raegan felt utterly confused.

Without understanding the situation herself, how could she clarify it? Mitchel, growing more agitated by her silence, lost the"Didn't you try to explain it to me just then? Go on."

Raegan felt utterly confused.

Without understanding the situation herself, how could she clarify it? Mitchel, growing more agitated by her silence, lost the composure he had intended to maintain.

Mitchel's words dripped with sarcasm, "Raegan, do you enjoy flirting with others while making a pass on me?"

Tears brimming in her eyes, Raegan retorted, “When did I ever make a pass on you?"

Mitchel sneered, "Why did you kiss me when visiting me in the hospital even after I said I didn't want to see you?"

"I.."

Raegan opened her mouth to respond but found no words.

Mitchel continued bitterly, “Can't defend yourself? Let me answer for you."

Mitchel's anger, fueled by past grievances involving Henley, made him spill out in harsh tones, "Do you just enjoy hooking up and being a bitch?"

"You!"

Raegan was livid at his insulting words.

What a fucking bastard Mitchel was! An absolute asshole! His harsh words cut deep.

Raegan felt a surge of injustice, struggling to maintain her composure.

She had never expected that her attempt to make peace would be misread by Mitchel, even going so far as calling her a bitch...

His words stung, branding her with humiliation.

How could anyone be so unjustly harsh? Turning her face away, a heavy weight seemed to press on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She had no desire to speak to Mitchel.

But Mitchel didn't intend to let her go.

He turned her face toward him, insisting, "Answer me one last time.Do you have anything else to tell me?"

Raegan was confused.

Mitchel kept questioning her whether she was hiding something from him.

But the only secret she had was their unborn child in her belly.

crept in at the possibility of his knowing

asking about it? No, she couldn't tell him

rage made her worry he

represented

unborn child on Mitchel's volatile

she kept the pregnancy to herself, Mitchel couldn't have forced her

and determination were evident in her

her lip stubbornly, holding back

in her eyes, but she remained silent, determined not to

fueled

expression darkened as he moved closer,

all her might, but Mitchel's

invading

that night

gasped

tightly, his

quite enjoy

sank at his

were like a slap across her face,

had yielded to him before out of fear, to avoid

these thoughts, she flinched as Mitchel began to trail kisses

thin belt on her shoulder with his teeth, biting her collarbone sharply

through Raegan, her fear

their last encounter and

Mitchel.It still

voice broke, filled

soft tone

questioning, "Still

her tears

slightly,

skin was sensitive, and some

her, his

me see for

don't touch

gripping his

were locked

an abrupt move, her underwear was torn

especially with the lights

swelling was

protests, fetched ointment from the medical kit and applied

a cool relief through Raegan, leaving her momentarily

her senses, Raegan felt a surge

down

had reduced her to an object, devoid

apart, to prevent the ointment from

face flared in

don't you apply it

a loss

to explain the inconvenience of self-application and that natural

actuality, she didn't want to use the ointment so

asked suddenly, "Did you avoid treating it as an excuse to avoid

was dead

as if he had read her

of her on his fingertips, approached with a hoarse

arousal was evident, not driven by punishment but

to have sex

controlled than before, considering her condition and contemplating a

pleading, “Don't, please...I

Mitchel's expression shifted instantly.

you just

on the verge of

not about you...It’s

as he

still swollen and painful, but we can find a

something in her

deep red at his words,