Love Unspoken

Quinn's fists were clenched tightly, her gaze locked onto Freya's sneering, deceitful smile until a chill ran down her spine.

Freya's words were drawn out, a taunting edge to her voice. "Sis, can you still even have kids?"

Quinn's face paled at the comment, eliciting a cruel chuckle from Freya who leaned in to whisper.

"Do you dream of your two broken little children at night? Don't they come to haunt you, asking for retribution?"

A sharp slap echoed through the silence of the living room, bringing an immediate stillness. Quinn's hand trembled at her side, burning hot.

A bright red mark bloomed on Freya's face, astonishment and unbridled fury simmering in her eyes. Through clenched teeth, she spat, "Did you hit me?" Quinn's fingers tightened; she stood abruptly, her gaze fixed on Freya.

The laughter had vanished from Freya's face, replaced by a dark glare so intense it seemed to shatter Quinn to pieces.

Nobody dared to cross Freya; Quinn was the last person she'd expect to raise a hand against her.

As Freya placed the baby into the crib and stood up, a cold sneer played at the corners of her mouth.

life barren of children. Even if you got pregnant, you'd birth nothing but death-it'd die inside you sooner or later." "Considering you can't carry to term, yet

realize you're damned? Your children

could finish, Quinn shoved her

onto the sofa,

dummy?" Kaitlyn's voice came from

she turned, a slap landed

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the ground with

her face, darkening her vision as

was brutal, her manicured nails scratching deep into Quinn's skin, drawing beads of

playing the victim. "Mom, this dummy has gotten too bold

Harold was cute, and she slapped me, then

enough that Freya's innocent question was a jab at Quinn. But the thought of Quinn striking back was beyond her expectations. "It

addressing the servant beside her. "Take

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