Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Meanwhile, Nicole stirred awake in the dim hotel room, curtains drawn tight, the
air heavy with the scent of intimacy.

As she tried to sit up, a dull ache washed over her body.

Glancing down, she noticed her naked form, marred with hickeys.

Jarrod had been rude to her, gnawing and pinching her, acting less like a man
and more like a savage animal.

And now, he was nowhere to be found. He had probably left.

Nicole stood to dress herself.

Angela's Library

Bang. Just then, a sudden noise echoed through the room.

The hotel door burst open.

Before Nicole could react, she was yanked by her hair and tossed from the bed.
A woman stood on her back, venom in her voice, declaring, “Finish off this
deceitful bitch!”

Nicole curled up and covered her head with both hands to protect herself from
the crowd's kicks and punches.

The crowd hit her everywhere. At this moment, she already had bruises all over
her body.

Suddenly, someone pulled Nicole's hair and pushed her hard to the floor. She
struggled, but she could not get up. Her mouth was full of fresh rust smell, and
she spat out a mouthful of blood. The pain was too much for her to bear. She felt
like she was about to lose consciousness.

However, those people didn’t care. They were Like bloodthirsty beasts that had
gotten even more excited when they saw blood. They hit her more fiercely, even
though she was already motionless.

Nicole curled up on the floor and gritted her teeth, holding back the tears that
were about to fall.

She was reminded of the incident the other day at the party. At that time, she
mocked someone for being an arrogant mistress. But right now, she was the
mistress being laughed at and beaten by everyone.

And she was the worst of that kind. So, it was not surprising that they all
despised and looked down upon her.

She couldn't get rid of Jarrod, so she had no choice but to suffer all the
humiliations he brought to her.

For a moment, she wished to die. If she was dead, she would never experience
being tortured anymore. Perhaps she would be happier in the netherworld than in
this world.

At this moment, someone pulled her arms away from her head, exposing her
face to the light. Then, everyone aimed their phones at her and started taking
photos and videos of her bruised body.

Finally, Nicole saw the hateful eyes of those people. She spotted Jamie standing
behind the crowd, waving a room card in her hand.

Her face instantly drained of color, and her heart seemed to have fallen into the
depths of an ice cave.

Everything was clear to her now.

It must be Jarrod who gave Jamie the room card to let the latter vent her anger.