Love Unspoken

The audacious declarations, dreams, and aspirations Abigail once held for her future now mocked her like a cruel jest. She rapped gently on the door.

"Dad," she called out. Mr. Vanderbilt glanced up at her, unable to mask the fatigue etched into his features, tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"Shouldn't you be in your room? What do you need?" he asked."I'm willing to accept an arranged marriage," Abigail declared.Mr. Vanderbilt blinked, taken aback, staring at her as if he had misheard. "What did you say?" he questioned. She paused, her voice slightly hoarse, "An arranged marriage is the only solution to the Vanderbilt family's current predicament and the key to saving our stocks."He opened his mouth, his expression unreadable.

Once, he had pressured Abigail to marry, hoping to secure a stable, tranquil future for her. Yet, she had spoken to him of ideals, of life's purpose, of poetry, and of distant shores. Now, her offer to enter into an arranged marriage, though unexpected, was not what he desired.

He had never contemplated exchanging his daughter's happiness for financial gain."When will you stop this nonsense? Go back to your room!" he insisted. But Abigail remained steadfast. "I'm not being reckless.

Dad."Mr. Vanderbilt slammed the object he was holding onto the desk, stood up abruptly, and roared, "How many

that she understood she had misinterpreted her father's intentions. Her dreams of flight

on her bed.In the final moments before it powered down, a

ended call, Quinn's eyelashes fluttered. She opened WhatsApp, fearful of missing any message from Abigail.Outside, the rain whispered its secrets, and a chill

Quinn, causing her to turn her head and listen more intently. It wasn't the doorbell, but indeed, a knock. Rising to answer

His hand caught the doorframe just as Quinn attempted to close it. "Don't freak out, Quinn. Mom sent me

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