Love Unspoken

On the other side of the city, Getty had been sleeping for an entire day, only to be roused in the late afternoon by a call from her agent. Her role in the drama was drawing to a close, and she was summoned to the set for the final time. With a sense of impatience, Getty rolled out of bed, her fingers combing through her disheveled hair. The first thing she did was to search for Alexander.

However, as she had anticipated, she was met with disappointment. Alexander was nowhere to be found. Despite his frequent overnight stays, he had a habit of leaving early, sometimes even in the dead of night. His departures were always silent, leaving no trace of his presence, and as a result, Getty rarely caught sight of him the following day.

Sighing in frustration, Getty rubbed her weary eyes and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. She changed into fresh clothes and prepared to leave.

The set was a considerable distance away, requiring a three-hour drive. The journey involved a long stretch of remote road, flanked by mountains on either side, leading to the filming location.

At one point during her drive, a van suddenly appeared from a diagonal direction, stopping abruptly in the middle of the road and blocking her path.

Startled, Getty slammed on the brakes. Despite her quick reaction, she couldn't prevent a collision. The airbag deployed, and her forehead struck the steering wheel with force, causing her vision to blur from the pain.

After a while, Getty rubbed her forehead and glared angrily at the van in front of her. It had to be the props team!

the van and began to approach her. In response, Getty flung open her car door and stormed over to him, her eyes blazing

the man drew closer, and she

"Don't move."

widening as she looked down to see a dagger pressed against

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stammered, her gaze shifting to the young man in disbelief, her voice trembling,

man instructed, tilting his chin towards her vehicle. Fearful of making any sudden moves, Getty cautiously approached her car. The man opened the back door and climbed inside, keeping the knife pressed against her neck as the van in front

"Drive," he ordered.

money do you want??" Getty's heart pounded in her chest, the cold, sharp blade

say another word, she mechanically started the car and slowly

but she also knew that if she didn't

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