Love Unspoken

Alexander cast a fleeting glance in her direction, his silence deafening. His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he drove off, leaving their previous location behind.

After a forty-minute drive, he brought the vehicle to a halt in front of an imposing hotel. The structure was far from the typical standalone establishments one might expect; it bore more resemblance to a grand villa.

The distance from the entrance to the main door was considerable, making for a long walk. The villa was dotted with several houses of varying heights, and in the midst of them, a tower soared, reaching well beyond thirty stories. Upon their arrival at the hotel, Alexander swiveled in his seat to face Quinn. "Stay here and don't leave the hotel. You're free to go anywhere else, but not into the hotel. Understood?" he instructed.

Quinn was taken aback, her mind reeling as she tried to process his words. She began to protest, "When can I go to see..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Alexander seized her wrist, cutting her off. "Quinn," he interjected, his tone firm and unyielding, "I'm only going to say this once. Don't mention Juliet in my presence. If you dare to meet her, I guarantee it'll be the last time you do."

Her pupils contracted slightly at his explicit threat. Quinn couldn't comprehend why he was so adamant about her not seeing Juliet.

Was he afraid she'd be a bad influence, much like Abigail? What harm could Juliet possibly inflict?

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ignited within Quinn. She glared at Alexander, struggling to free her wrist from his vice-like

demanded, her voice rising in defiance. "I'm not your dog. What right do you

the incoming breeze from the window slicing through the tense atmosphere. Her pent-up grievances could

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Quinn's eyes widened in shock, his chilling gaze making her feel as if she were on the edge of a precipice. A sour taste

He secured her chin, forcing her head back. "Trying to bite me for

turned her head away, her hair falling loosely over her face, hiding her

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