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.

Outside, near the villa, was a small delivery room. Alexander stormed in, kicking aside a pile of packages until he found a specific box at the

was indeed from Abigail. Quinn's eyes narrowed as she darted forward, shielding the box

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

with Abigail. Alexander's expression darkened. He grabbed

outside to the yard and flung it aside dismissively.

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watched, horror-stricken, as the fire danced

tight, cutting off her last means of protest. Alexander then turned to face her, his voice cold. "You care about these paintings that

tears continued to flow as she silently begged him, her eyes pleading

He wanted to see her treasures ruined before her eyes, leaving her with nothing but himself. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the lighter onto the box. The flame caught, slowly engulfing it as Quinn's hope

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struggled fiercely. Unable to break free, she bit down hard on