Love Unspoken

Quinn was unsure if her silence was a form of protest.

When she thought about Alexander's indifference, especially towards their unborn child, she felt an overwhelming desire to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the villa.

At that moment, her phone vibrated in her pocket. A message from Abigail flashed on the screen.

Alexander glanced at her phone too, and without waiting for Quinn's reaction, he snatched it from her hands and read the message. Abigail: "Quinn, I've been grounded, and the cafe got raided. But I fought with them and kept your portraits. I've shipped them to you. Make sure to check your mailbox."

Quinn tensed up.

He sneered, "You're starting to ignore my rules, aren't you?"

His mocking tone made Quinn feel uneasy. She frantically shook her head, trying to explain, but he threw the phone onto the coffee table and strode toward the door.

trouble, Quinn followed him. Outside, near the villa, was a small delivery room. Alexander stormed in, kicking aside a pile of packages

Quinn's eyes narrowed as she darted forward, shielding

streaming down her face, Quinn shook her head, pleading for him to spare

gifts; they represented her cherished friendship with Abigail. Alexander's expression

outside to the yard and flung it

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in his hand. Quinn watched, horror-stricken, as the fire danced threateningly. She opened her mouth to scream, but no

protest. Alexander then turned to face her, his voice cold. "You

to flow as she silently begged him, her eyes pleading for

destruction. He wanted to see her treasures ruined before her eyes, leaving her with nothing

is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all

to break free, she bit down hard