Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

The Price For Lying In the hospital ward, Nicole exhaled in relief when the doctor
informed her that her father was no longer in

immediate danger.

Even though her own life was a tangled web, she pushed aside her worries to be
at her father’s bedside.

Every time she looked at his gray hair, Nicole hated herself even more.

Her father was so old yet he still paid for her mistakes.

Nicole had messed up big time when she hired a guy to rile up Jarrod.

But Jarrod was getting married in ten days.

Why was he still toying with her? Did he want to keep her on the side like some
sort of twisted love trophy even after he got

married? This thought made Nicole sick.

Falling head over heels for a scumbag like Jarrod was the biggest mistake she
had ever made in her life.

Once the good news about her dad sunk in, Nicole started feeling a wave of
exhaustion.

But then, a sudden chill raced down her spine.

Before she knew it, she felt a hand grab her waist and pull her onto a man's lap.
When she saw who he was, her eyes widened and her hair stood on its end.
Jarrod's eyes narrowed when he saw the fear widening Nicole's eyes.

She was terrified of him.

And, for some reason, this very much pleased him.

"Why are you here?” Nicole asked in a trembling voice.

Jarrod sneered and let his fingers trace her face.

"What can't I be here, honey?” In days gone by, Jarrod would smile at her in the
most endearing way, like the sun breaking

through the clouds.

His face always seemed so warm and inviting.

Now, however, a scar marred his forehead, and his hair had a spiky, rebellious
look.

The man sitting before her seemed colder and more sinister as if he had evolved
in the worst way possible.

The curve of his lips sent a shiver down her spine.

"Why isn't your dad awake yet?" Jarrod asked, though he did not sound
genuinely concerned about her father's well-being.

"What do you want, Jarrod?" Nicole cautiously asked.

Jarrod caressed her lips with his thumb and grinned.

"Apart from sleeping with you, what else could I possibly want?” His words might
have been flippant, but Nicole felt anything but

embarrassed.

She knew firsthand how much more shameless Jarrod could be behind closed
doors, especially in bed.

With a stern expression, Nicole reminded him in a hushed voice, "Behave
yourself.

We're in a hospital." Jarrod just arched an eyebrow, with lust dancing in his eyes.
"And? So what?" "No, not here.

My father's right here.

We can't...” Nicole's eyes turned red with tears. Instead of showing any sign of
pity for Nicole, Jarrod gripped her even harder. "You!" Nicole took a sharp breath
and shot a warning look at Jarrod. Jarrod, still wearing that unsettling smile,
gripped Nicole even more and sardonically asked, "What's the matter?” Despite
the pain, Nicole managed to suppress herself from letting out a cry of pain. She
pulled herself together and implored in a trembling voice, "Please, Jarrod... Don't
do this...

Not in front of my father..." Her pleas only fell on Jarrod's deaf ear. He leaned in
close and whispered in her ear, "Why? Don't you like it?" Nicole's cheeks flushed.
However, it was not from pleasure but from humiliation at what they were doing in
her father's presence. "Jarrod, how can you be so shameless? You jerk!" she
burst out. He dared to do this to her even with her father lying here. Nicole's
words struck a chord, and Jarrod's expression shifted in the blink of an eye. He
yanked his hand back and shoved her aside. The force of his push sent Nicole
falling onto the floor. Jarrod stood up and casually wiped his hands with a tissue.
Then, he looked down at her and said with a voice dripping with disdain, "If you
don't want to do it, fine. I'll come see your dad once he's awake. Oh, and one
more thing..." He suddenly took out his phone, as if he was going to take a few
pictures of Nicole as she collapsed on the floor. Nicole's face went ghastly pale
the moment she realized what he was up to. “Don't!” Jarrod pinched her chin and
sneered.

"Why not? I can show your dad how his daughter pleases me.

Well, if he wants, you could be as famous as those stars.” "No, stop it! Don't you
dare take any pictures, Jarrod!" Nicole sprang

to her feet and lunged at Jarrod to snatch his phone.

However, Jarrod pushed her away without a second thought.

With a muffled sound, Nicole hit the edge of the bedside table.

The impact sent jolts of pain through her body.

She curled up, her form resembling a cooked shrimp. The pain was sharp and
intense. Unable to stand up, Nicole leaned against the wall. Every breath was a
struggle as she grimaced in agony. Jarrod's eyes darkened for a second. He
pocketed his phone and abandoned his plan to take pictures. Soon enough, his
icy demeanor returned. "Why are you so nervous? One of my friends has taken a
liking to you. He says you're quite attractive and wants to have fun with you."
Nicole's eyes widened, and her face drained of color.

She had never anticipated that Jarrod would capture her at her embarrassing
moment, only to share the spectacle with his friends. Did it mean that he had
done this before? The idea that others might have seen her in such a state made
Nicole's stomach churn and made her tremble uncontrollably. It felt Ike her sanity
was hanging by a thread. "What... What do you want exactly?" she asked weakly,
not knowing she had jumped into Jarrod's trap again. “How about you have some
fun with my friend for a bit?" Jarrod casually replied as if he were suggesting
something as mundane

as sharing a cup of coffee.

Nicole's head spun.

Not only was Jarrod tormenting her himself, but he also wanted to pass her
around to his friends.

How could he be so cruel? Nicole knew the "friends" Jarrod was referring to.
Those men were far from gentle like Mitchel and Luis.

Mitchel and Luis were not as untamed as Jarrod and usually wouldn't take a
liking to any woman who was with another man.

Nicole had had the misfortune of meeting one of those brutes when she went to
see Jarrod.

That guy was strong enough to crush her with bare hands.

Having been rude and demeaning, that guy treated her like dirt and even took
advantage of her before her leaving.

The mere thought of him made Nicole's skin crawl.

If Jarrod planned to offer her up to such a beast, she would rather face the grim
reaper himself.

At this moment, Nicole gritted her teeth and spat out, "Jarrod, you're getting
married.

Why can't you just leave me alone?" "Because tormenting you is just too damn
entertaining,” Jarrod said, his voice dripping with

chilling honesty, as if she were nothing more than a plaything.

Fueled by anger and desperation, Nicole lunged at him and scratched him with
her nails.

"Jarrod, you bastard! I don't owe you anything! You have no right to do this to
me!" Before she could do any real harm, Jarrod

easily subdued her.

He then touched his neck where her nails had grazed him.

Thinking of that Jamie, his fiancée, must be mad at him if she saw the scratches
on his neck done by Nicole, he looked at Nicole

furiously.

"What makes you think you don't owe me anything?” He pressed his foot onto
Nicole's hand and scoffed.

"Didn't you enjoy yourself when you made fun of me back then?" Nicole grimaced
from the intense pain in her hand and

managed to utter, "Jarrod, I went to find you back then, but I was mugged and
knocked unconscious on the road.

By the time I woke up, you had left the country.” After watching Nicole suffer in
pain for a while, Jarrod lifted his foot and asked,

"Miss Lawrence, do you think I'm a fool?” Back when he had felt hopeless and
cornered, Nicole had been his last beacon of

hope.

She had promised to run away with him.

But what had he found instead? In a video, Jarrod saw Nicole sitting leisurely on
an armchair and said with an amused smile,

"That idiot is waiting for me at the harbor.

How pathetic..." Jarrod knew he was the idiot she was laughing about.

She had shoved him into the quagmire and ground his face into the dirt.

As the memory dissipated, Jarrod held the back of Nicole's neck and grimly said,
“Lying to me comes with a price, Nicole." With

that, he bit on her lips.