Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Regret The piranhas, which were about to snap at Nicole, found themselves
momentarily startled by the towering waves caused

by Jarrod.

Nicole's wounded lower leg continued to bleed, and the scent of blood seemed
like a sumptuous feast for them.

All of a sudden, the piranhas revealed their sharp teeth and charged back at
Nicole with ferocity.

Jarrod forcefully smacked the river's surface and shouted at the top of his lungs
to draw the piranhas * attention.

However, with Nicole’s bleeding and motionless condition, she became an even
more irresistible temptation.

Three fish leaped into the air and bared their sharp fangs.

Bang! A resounding noise echoed.

The yacht's bodyguard raised a spear gun and fired a shot not far from those
fish.

Startled, the piranhas failed to bite Nicole.

But it was only a fleeting solution.

The bodyguard could not afford to shoot recklessly, as hitting someone would
likely cost them their lives.

The piranhas only settled down for a brief moment and then geared up for a
comeback.

With his veins bulging on his forehead, Jarrod drew sharp dagger from his belt.
This was a habit he had picked up abroad.

He alway carried a concealed, custom-made dagger for self- defense.

With his teeth gritted, Jarrod swiftly slashed himself.

Hiss! The sound of the blade slicing through flesh wa clearly heard.

Jarrod cut into his own arm.

However, he felt that one wound was not enough.

So, he raised his hand wit determination, ready to make another incision! Spurt!
He fiercely thrust the blade into his own thigh!

He looked fierce and determined as if he were not stabbing himself but the
enemy who had taken hi parents! The wound was

deep and long, causing the blood to flow even faster.

Suddenly, the dark river's surface became adorned with drifting blossoms of
bright red, resembling eerie dahlias.

Jarrod clenched his teeth and continuously smacked the water's surface.

He used his remaining energy to draw the piranhas' attention.

As he had hoped, the piranhas were no longer fixated on Nicole.

A stronger and more enticing scent had lured them away.

While Nicole continued to drift with the waves, Jarrod seized the opportunity to
swim toward her.

On the cruise ship, Jamie's eyes brimmed with malice.

No fucking way! She could not let that bitch live.

With that, she turned to the bodyguard and commanded, "Fire!" The bodyguard
was taken aback and _ urgently explained, "Miss

Powell, the river's visibility is poor.

If we fire aimlessly, we might injure someone...” "Just do as I say! Right now, our
top priority is ensuring Jarrod's safety.

As for that woman, if she doesn't make it, then how unfortunate she was.

She deserved it anyway.” With a trembling hand, the bodyguard tried to aim
several times but failed to find a steady target.

Anxiety overwhelmed him.

"Get lost, you fucking idiot!" Jamie grabbed the fish- hunting spear and aimed at
Nicole floating on the river.

Then, she fired without hesitation.

Bang! Her first shot missed! Jamie lined up her shot once more...

On the river's surface, Jarrod's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was just five meters away from Nicole. Thinking that it was the bodyguard
who was about to fire again, he clenched his teeth and cursed, "Moron!" At last,
he grabbed Nicole's arm and shielded her in front of him. The gunshot frightened
away the piranhas. Nicole's expression remained calm. As Jarrod reached out,
he could not detect any sign of breath from her. "Nicole!" he loudly called. Nicole
remained unresponsive. Jarrod's lips, wet with seawater, gently met her lips and
tried to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. After several attempts, Nicole still
gave no sign of life. Jarrod refused to give up. Time and again, he gently parted
her lips and tried to breathe life into her. At last... Nicole coughed up water and
stared vacantly at the blurred figure in front of her. "Jarrod, did I die, or did you
die as well?" Jarrod was at a loss for words. Before he could respond, Nicole
suddenly burst into tears. The river, veiled in mist, made her feel as though she
had entered the underworld. Even her consciousness was hazy. "Jarrod, why
won't you let me go, even after my death? I don't want to see you. I hate you with
all my heart! I'm seriously ill, and yet you throw me into the river to feed the fish. I
just want to spend more time with my parents.

Are you even gonna deprive me of that?" Nicole leaned weakly against Jarrod's
chest like a stray puppy after a rain. She looked frail and pitiable. At that moment,
Jarrod felt a crushing weight on his chest that left him breathless. After her
complaints, an unending well of bitterness emerged.

With a heavy nasal tone, Nicole uttered, "Jarrod, I despise you so much! You're
evil.

Scum! Jerk! You deserve to die!” Nicole's mind was in a mess, still thinking she
had died.

Without Jarrod in the picture, her parents might have a shot at a stable life.

With this in mind, death did not seem quite as bad.

At least she had dragged this devil down with her! Upon hearing these words,
Jarrod froze for a moment.

"What the hell are you talking about, Nicole?" "I'm saying you deserved to die!
Your death is a blessing! Even the frogs would

croak with joy at your passing!" All of a sudden, Jarrod's handsome face reverted
to its usual cold and stern demeanor.

Perhaps he should not have expected much from this woman! As Nicole
expressed her hatred to Jarrod, her spirits seemingly

began to lift.

"It seems like God heard my prayers and decided to take you down with me.
Ha-ha-ha!” Just then, Jarrod's cold lips met hers, silencing her.

Nicole fell stunned.

His lips were cold, but his breath was warm.

Warm...

Jarrod was still alive! As Jarrod kissed her soft lips, it felt like the sweetness of
her lips seemed to rejuvenate him in an instant.

Nicole was even more certain that neither she or Jarrod had died! The
satisfaction and fulfillment welled up in Jarrod, causing his

eyes to darken.

He ventured further and even parted her commanding lips. Nicole's body tensed.
But the next second, she bit down on Jarrod's tongue. Jarrod was momentarily
stunned, and Nicole seized this opportunity to turn her face away. Clap! Then,
without a second thought, Nicole slapped Jarrod across the face. There was
blood at the corner of Jarrod's mouth. But it was not from her slap but from her
bite. A look of disdain flickered in her eyes. Nicole gritted her teeth in disgust and
snarled, "Jarrod, why aren't you dead yet!” Jarrod had plummeted the whole
Lawrence

family into hell.

Nicole hated him to the core.

In an instant, Jarrod’s cold and handsome face darkened.

Then, Nicole glanced at the vast river before directing her gaze at Jarrod's tightly
clenched arm around her.

After pondering for a moment, she asked in disbelief, "Jarrod, are you...

You jump down to save me?" His face remained stoic, unashamed of being
exposed.

As Nicole stared at him, a mocking smile formed on her lips.

"How ridiculous.

Jarrod, you are really something!” He had pushed her into the water and then
gone down to rescue her! Instead of showing

gratitude, Nicole ridiculed him.

Jarrod's expression turned gloomy.

Jarrod gripped her chin, and his expression turned dark and menacing.

"Nicole, since you seem to have forgotten, let me remind you.

Your fate, whether you live or die, lies solely in my hands.

I haven't had enough fun yet.

You want a quick, painless death? Not a chance!” Each of Jarrod's words cut like
a venomous, icy blade and was dripping with

malice! However, Nicole felt no fear.

This was him.

Jarrod's true self.

The man who resembled a devil.

At this moment, Nicole gazed at his cold, merciless face, and a sense of
weariness glinted in her eyes.

"One day, you'll regret not letting me meet my demise!” Only she knew the extent
of hatred behind her words.

Jarrod ran his tongue over his cheek and savored the bloody taste left by her
bite.

For some reason, it stirred a strange excitement within him.

"Is that so? I'll patiently wait for that day.” The yacht's lifeboat had been lowered,
and the bodyguards were approaching them to

save them.

The bodyguards almost reached them.

Fifty meters, forty meters, thirty meters...

Just as Jarrod was starting to feel relieved, another resounding bang pierced the
air.

The fish-hunting spear streaked through the sky, like a shooting star or meteorite.
Then, it hurtled toward them with destructive force.

In the blink of an eye, Jarrod made a split-second decision.

With both hands, he forcefully pushed Nicole away.

Bang! The next second, the spear was shot into his body.

The river was now filled with the scent of blood and the acrid tang of smoke.

On the yacht, screams of terror echoed.

"Mr.

Schultz!"