Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Go With Another Man "Mitchel, stop using your authority to intimidate people."
Raegan felt Mitchel had crossed a line.

She'd already told Henley to stay away from her, not wanting any harm to come
to him again.

Yet, he'd unduly suffered again because of her.

How could she just stand idle and see Mitchel continue to harm Henley?
Mitchel's gaze turned icy as he sneered, “Am I the bully,

or is he just weak?" He didn't understand why Raegan defended a man who
couldn't even take a hit.

Was she blind? "Come on, Henley.” Kneeling down, Raegan helped Henley to his
feet.

She had no desire to engage with Mitchel.

She was all too familiar with his irrational logic.

Reasoning was futile.

"Stay!" Mitchel seized her forcefully.

"Raegan, don't you see your own audacity? I'm standing right here, and you're
leaving with another guy?” Mitchel's face was

indescribable.

Watching them laugh and protect each other earlier, he wanted nothing more
than to chain her down and keep her by his side.

Pulling her closer, his voice tinged with loathing.

“What? You can't exist without a man by your side?” His derisive words stabbed
Raegan like needles.

She tried to speak but found herself choking on air.

He had an uncanny ability to wound her deeply.

Fuming with anger, Raegan struggled to pull away, but his grip was too strong.
Her eyes red, she glared at Mitchel.

"Let go of me!" At that moment, jealousy clouded Mitchel's judgment, making it
impossible for him to gauge the impact of his

words.

"Let you go? So that you can chase after another man? Not a chance!"
Summoning all her strength, Raegan slapped Mitchel

with her free hand.

That resounding slap silenced the onlookers instantly.

Tears trickled down Raegan's cheeks.

“Why bother with me, Mr.

Dixon, when you think I'm so worthless and despicable? Why not divorce me and
let me go?" Mitchel felt a sharp sting in his

heart, sparking his anger.

Yet, seeing Raegan’s tear-streaked face, a flicker of remorse crossed his mind.
Had his words been too harsh? He extended a hand to wipe her tears, intending
to clarify himself, when Henley intervened, "Mr. Dixon, if Raegan wants to go,
don't hold her back." Henley's words evaporated Mitchel's momentary regret,
leaving him disheartened. Scoffing, Mitchel retorted, "Eager for a relationship
with her, are you?" Raegan heard him but remained silent. What difference did it
make, being hurt once or a hundred times over? Henley replied softly with a
slight smile, "You misunderstand, Mr. Dixon. Raegan and I are merely friends.
You should not dictate her choices. Give her the freedom to decide.” "Fine,
Raegan, think about it!" Mitchel said, finally releasing her, his voice icy. His proud
demeanor showed no signs of yielding. He got his pride. Raegan glanced his
way, her tears now dry. She turned and walked away without a second thought.
Mitchel's expression grew somber. He had a feeling of being betrayed. His heart
ached, which could not be restrained in any way. Fury coiling into a sneer, he
clenched his fists.

"Fine, leave! But know this, you'll never return to me!” Remaining stoic, Raegan
continued her exit without looking back.

Just as she made her first few steps, a pair of strong arms gripped her.

"Mitchel! Let go of me!" Hadn't he just told her to leave? What was he doing
now? "Mitchel!" Raegan's eyes reddened with rage.

Carrying her in his arms, Mitchel stalked toward her ward.

"As long as we're married, you're not going anywhere,” he declared, his voice icy
and authoritative, brooking no debate.

In her fury, Raegan bit down on his shoulder.

But Mitchel was unfazed.

Grimacing, he warned, "You'll find I have numerous ways to make you regret that
bite." Before long, Raegan grasped his

intention.

He secured the ward door.

A distinctly loud noise echoed.

Raegan gave him a wary look and inquired, “Why do you lock the door?" "Do
something to make yourself more submissive." After he finished his words,
Mitchel placed her onto the bed, loosened his tie, and firmly secured her wrists to
the headboard railing. Before Raegan could respond, Mitchel swiftly leaned in,
pinned her to the bed, and kissed her passionately. Raegan's expression turned
stormy in an instant. She attempted to turn her face away, but Mitchel forced her
to see him.

Holding her jaw in his grip, his face marred by the red marks caused by Raegan’s
slap, he issued a chilling warning, "Cooperate if you care about the baby." Fury
turned Raegan's eyes a fiery red.

"Mitchel, what kind of man are you? Bullying a woman is your way?" At her
words, Mitchel paused in the act of unfastening her

shirt, and his lips curled into a smirk.

"What does it take for you to recognize my manhood, Raegan?" Raegan felt both
humiliated and enraged.

She couldn't be as brazen as he was.

With a forceful kick, her lips quivering with emotion, she spat out, "You're
despicable, Mitchel!" Unfazed, Mitchel used his long

legs to pin the restless woman beneath him, replying with a sardonic grin, "Why
don't you take a closer look, then?” The room

was filled with tension and noise, unbeknownst to them, clearly audible to the
man lurking just outside.

Henley stood just outside the ward, his face suggesting he could almost visualize
what was happening inside.

His mind painted a vivid picture.

It was a man's hands caressing a woman's slender, pale waist, doing something.
Unable to contain his disgust any longer, Henley scoffed and walked away.

Two hours had elapsed.

Flushed and disheveled, Raegan found herself paralyzed despite her hands
being free.

Mitchel's shirt was far from its usual crisp appearance.

Seeing Raegan’s clothes in tatters, he tossed a spare shirt from the closet her
way.

"Put this on for now.

I'l have Matteo bring you something more suitable later.” Defiant, Raegan hurled
the shirt back at him.

Her cheeks flushed as she seethed, "Bastard!" She blamed him for her lack of
clothing.

Mitchel's anger seemed to subside.

His eyes narrowed into icy slits as he inquired, “You're using such strong words?"
Raegan fixed her glare on him, lacking further

words to convey her anger.

The only curses she knew were already spent on this bastard.

Mitchel adjusted his disheveled attire and suggested, "Perhaps you should
expand your vocabulary.

It might make for more interesting conversation during sex.” Enraged to the point
of tears, Raegan retorted, "Who says there will

be more sex between us?" Mitchel's eyes twinkled mischievously as he leaned
in, pinching her cheek softly.

"Then with whom do you plan to have sex?”