Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

The True Colors Of Lauren Were Exposed Mitchel's gaze deepened as he
warned, "Be careful with your words.

Avoid saying things you shouldn't.” Nicole seemed to sense something.

"Mr. Dixon, do you believe Raegan will forgive you one day?" she asked.
Observing Mitchel’s reaction confirmed Nicole's suspicion.

It appeared the descriptions of the heroes in the romantic novels she had read
were spot on.

Mitchel was a wealthy, handsome man, brimming with confidence in his love life.
Why pass up the chance to avenge Raegan? Nicole wouldn't let such a golden
opportunity slide.

"Don't worry, Mr. Dixon.

My lips are sealed, but...” Nicole hesitated, then added, "Raegan'’s resolve might
be stronger than you anticipate once she's

made up her mind." Mitchel's hands balled into fists.

He lingered for a moment before heading back to Lauren's ward.

Upon seeing him, Lauren inquired anxiously, "Mitchel, did you manage to retrieve
the recorder?" She had assumed Mitchel

chased after Nicole to help her reclaim the voice recorder.

In her view, despite everything, Mitchel still showed concerns for her.

After all, he hadn't punished her for tampering with Raegan's pregnancy test
previously, right? And now, battered by Raegan,

Lauren was convinced Mitchel wouldn't blame her.

However, her plans to be Mitchel's wife had to be delayed.

It was all Nicole's fault, the woman who had set her up.

Once she married into the Dixon family, Lauren vowed to ruin the Lawrence
family and humiliate Nicole.

Lost in her vindictive thoughts, Lauren didn't even notice Mitchel was already
standing beside her and gazing down at her.

“Lauren,” he called out in a low voice.

Lifting her eyes, Lauren saw Mitchel bathed in the glow of the bright light, looking
strikingly handsome. Her heart raced, as always, at the sight of him. Affection
filled her eyes as she softly asked, "What's the matter, Mitchel?” Mitchel's voice
was icy as he declared, "You won't

need to travel to Swynborough for the surgery.” Lauren's joy was overwhelming,
as if a diamond had fallen from the sky and struck her. She asked with a bright
smile, "Really? You wouldn't deceive me, would you?” "I've never lied to you,”
Mitchel replied. This sudden surge of happiness reignited her dream of marrying
Mitchel once more. As she reached out to embrace Mitchel, he unexpectedly
stepped back. Bang! In her attempt, Lauren failed to hold onto Mitchel and,
driven by momentum, tumbled from her wheelchair to the floor. "Ouch!" She let
out a pained cry, tears welling up in her eyes. Lying there, Lauren gazed up with
tear-filled eyes and whined childishly, “Mitchel, it hurts so much...” "Can't you
stand up?” Mitchel inquired, his voice cold. His magnetic tone momentarily
distracted Lauren. She almost knelt before him, captivated by the enticing
presence of his suit-clad legs. Feeling a rush of warmth, her voice turned more
pleading and seductive. "It hurts... Lift me up...” Anticipating a romantic turn,
Lauren hoped Mitchel would carry her to bed. Instead, his response was blunt.
"Then stay down." Lauren stared at him, shocked and disbelieving. "What did you
say, Mitchel?" she asked.

With a cold smirk, Mitchel declared, "Lauren, I've given you plenty of chances.”
Stunned, Lauren felt a sense of dread wash over

her.

Desperate, she reached out to grasp his leg, tears streaming down her face.
"Mitchel..." she pleaded. But it was too late. Her hand barely grazed his trouser
hem when she saw him lift his polished leather shoes and bring them down
mercilessly. The hard soles crushed her hand, and Lauren's fingers felt like they
were being shattered. The intense pain whitened her face as she screamed in
terror. "Mitchel...

What's happening? I... I'm Lauren..." she cried. But Mitchel's sympathy for
Lauren had evaporated, his protection for her squandered. Crack! The cruel
crunching of her fingers under his feet echoed ominously, a sound as chilling as
the approach of death itself. Mitchel's expression was icy, his eyes glinting with a
malice reminiscent of the devil. He declared, “I've made it clear that Raegan is
my bottom line, yet you persist in crossing it.” Lauren's agony triggered a flood of
tears. Desperately, she cried out, "It's not as you think...

Don't listen to Nicole...

I didn't do it..." Her words quivered, lacking conviction.

Mitchel crouched before her, forcefully turning her face toward him.

His tone was icy as he asked, "You think I'd trust Nicole?” This question sparked
a glimmer of hope in Lauren.

Tears the size of beans streamed down her cheeks as she pleaded mournfully,
“Mitchel, if you don't believe her, why are you

doing this to me? I never said those things.

It's your child.

How could I call it a bastard?" Suddenly, Lauren froze in place.

Mitchel had clicked on a video and played it in front of her.

"You and that little bastard...

It's better that it's gone...” Her harsh speech and brutal expression were captured
clearly.

Mitchel had set up a camera to protect Raegan, a feed only he could access.
After Nicole's departure, he activated the surveillance footage but found himself
unable to watch more than a brief segment.

This was Lauren, the one he had always thought nothing more than a kind and
naive girl.

He had been treating her well for years.

How could she be so vicious? Lauren was terrified, feeling as though she had
plunged into a freezing dungeon, her body shaking

uncontrollably.

“Lauren.” Mitchel articulated each word with a chilling tone, "Do you believe
you're clever enough to fool me?" "No, it's not true...

It's all fake..." Lauren stuttered, her complexion paler than a sheet of paper.

She raised her eyes to Mitchel's flawless visage.

He seemed unchanged, yet to Lauren, he appeared foreign and frightening.
"Fake?" His lips curled into a semblance of a smile, but his grip on her jaw was
unyielding.

"Are you claiming your illness is a fake, or perhaps this entire abduction as well?”