Love Unspoken

Unyielding, Alexander remained rooted in place, his mind tirelessly working to solve the puzzle of the iron chains.

Getty, her voice choked with sobs, cried out, "Escape! Run while you can!"

"Keep quiet," he retorted, "Your prattle is grating."

Yet, Getty paid no heed to his words, her pleas growing more desperate with each passing second. "Please, leave! Don't let this place be your grave!" "Survive me, seek vengeance for me. I don't want you to join me in death!"

"I've been blessed to know you in this life. Our seven years together have been more joyous than most people's entire lifetimes. I have no regrets, truly. So, please, Alexander, leave." "Alexander! Please, go!" Getty's voice echoed through the room, her pleas carrying the weight of her desperation.

Alexander, his brow furrowed, shot her an impatient glance.

Despite his clear irritation, Getty continued to beg him to leave. Suddenly, a deafening bang reverberated through the room, causing Getty to freeze in place, tears streaming down her face.

Alexander exhaled slowly, the smoke from the gun barrel dissipating as he tucked the weapon back into his pocket.

"Are you still here?" he asked, his tone laced with impatience.

gaze towards Alexander, her eyes widening at the sight of him holstering his gun.

uncontrollably.Without a word, Alexander took her hand and led her towards the exit. However, upon reaching the door, he found it locked. His attempts to kick it open proved futile, so he resorted to shooting the lock. The sturdy wooden door swung open, allowing the

collapsed. Alexander, quick on his feet, caught her before she hit

the pair emerging from the smoke.Seven or eight of them drew their guns, aiming at the figures

pull their triggers, they felt the cold steel of a gun barrel pressed against the

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their own hands. Once outside, Alexander met up with several other people. "Damn it," Walter muttered, a hint of disgust coXavierng his tone as he saw Getty

Getty was meant to perish

lost consciousness and was spared the cruel

a nearby person,

with his

Alexander spotted seven or eight individuals huddled on the ground, held at

scanning the area, but there was no

joined him, confirming,

gun from one of the bodyguards and squatted down. He locked eyes with one of the men and ordered, "Call Xavier." The man hesitated, his discomfort