Love Unspoken

The flicker in Alexander's gaze was unmistakable as he took in the palpable panic that danced in her eyes. Moments later, his hand retreated, and he set off on a direct course for Rivercourt Estates.

Upon arrival, he made a beeline for his study, leaving Quinn in the solitude of their bedroom. She found herself cocooned in the comforter, her mind a whirlwind of disturbing images from the morgue and the haunting words Alexander had spoken.

She couldn't help but draw a connection between the harrowing incident and Alexander himself. That night, sleep eluded Quinn. Each time she dared to close her eyes, nightmarish visions plagued her. She was thrust into a dream where Valerie was caught in a desperate struggle amidst a raging inferno.

As the dream reached its climax, Quinn found herself being consumed by the flames. The heat was so suffocating that even upon waking, the sensation of burning seemed to linger on her skin.

With a gasp, Quinn's eyes shot open, her gaze fixated on the ceiling until the distant rumble of thunder brought her back to reality. She turned her head to peer outside.

and gloomy hues, heavy rain cascading down. The newly installed protective mesh stood sentinel by the windows, its slender wires creating a stark division between the villa and the world beyond, akin to a cage. Turning away, Quinn sat up, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead. She climbed out of bed to freshen up before making her

as she began her descent down the stairs, a frantic knocking echoed through the house, punctuated by the insistent ringing of

glance upstairs, uncertain if Alexander was home. A quick glance at the clock revealed it was already half-past ten, though the gloomy outdoors had led

us for the complete experience all for free.

that greeted her was none other than a rain-soaked Freya, pounding on

"Open up!" After a moment's hesitation, Quinn reached for the doorknob and swung

sight of the door giving way brought a flicker of relief to Freya's face. She brushed past Quinn, rushing inside and calling

proving fruitless. Quinn remained

frantic Freya returned downstairs, seizing Quinn's arm as she demanded, "Where is he? Where did my brother go?" Quinn could only shake her head; she had no inkling of Alexander's whereabouts. Freya's panic was escalating. She had checked his office, called Getty, and now their house was empty too-where could he possibly be? "Come on, dummy, tell