Love Unspoken

Alexander's words were calm and measured. "It's all a misunderstanding," he said.

Wayne scoffed, his voice laced with derision. "Misunderstanding? Seems like you're getting too big for your boots!" With a disdainful flick of his sleeve, he brushed past Alexander and ascended the stairs.

The glance he cast back at Alexander was devoid of any fatherly warmth. It was a frigid stare, as it had always been. Wayne was a man who rationed his praise, even when their business was thriving, he would not utter a word of commendation. Yet, when troubles surfaced, he was quick to lay the blame squarely on Alexander's shoulders, greeting him with nothing more than icy glares and furrowed brows.

Alexander, however, remained unfazed by these harsh words. He watched Wayne's retreating figure with an indifferent gaze before turning away.

He moved towards the two servants who were still kneeling in punishment, their faces contorted in barely endurable pain.

As Alexander approached, they pleaded for mercy. "Sir, spare us, please! We were only following orders; we're not to blame..." "Yes, Sir, please, let us go!"

"Stay kneeling," was all Alexander said before he turned and walked away, their pleas for clemency falling on deaf ears.

...

throbbing pain in her knee and a stinging sensation on her face. By midnight,

she threw off the blanket and opened a window, letting the cool night air soothe the burning sensation

act brought on a cold the following day. No

knee, made her way downstairs and

handwriting was as decipherable as hieroglyphs, but after careful scrutiny, she made out the

outside, but in her current state, she had no intention of leaving the house

us for the complete experience-all for free.

table, tasting the food and recognizing the familiar

but curl up

Alexander had begun promoting Getty, she was everywhere on the screen: endorsements, entertainment news

channels, Quinn found that the only way to escape Getty's pervasive presence was to

bored at home, the doorbell rang in the afternoon. Quinn's first instinct was to answer it, but remembering Alexander's words, she stayed seated. After a while, she received a

are you home? Alexander