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.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

"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.

"Did I touch a sore spot? Quinn, you deserve a 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 still conceive are you not the architect of disaster, a murderer?"

"Quinn, do you realize you're damned? Your children are waiting in hell, ready for..."

Before she could finish, Quinn shoved her hard.

Freya stumbled backward, collapsing onto the sofa, her hair in disarray.

"Looking for trouble, dummy?" Kaitlyn's voice came from behind, catching Quinn off guard.

As she turned, a slap landed across her face.

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Quinn's head buzzed, and she lost control, kneeling on the ground with her upper body sprawled across the sofa.

Her hair fell over her face, darkening her vision as dizziness surged once again.

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

Feeling vindicated, Freya stood up and joined Kaitlyn, playing the victim. "Mom, this dummy has gotten too bold now with her brother's support, she's looking down on us."

"I just asked if Harold was cute, and she slapped me, then pushed me!"

Kaitlyn turned to see Freya's cheek indeed flushed with red. She knew well enough that Freya's innocent question was a jab at Quinn. But the thought of Quinn striking back was beyond her expectations. "It seems she's forgotten her place after being away for so long, having no concept of rules or respect."

Kaitlyn tilted her head, addressing the servant beside her. "Take her away and teach her some manners!"

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The Serena Blake nodded and called over two other servants to lift Quinn up.

Quinn's head buzzed after the slap, her ears ringing. She was dragged away without much resistance.

In her dazed state, a sudden sharp pain shot through her knee, snapping her back to reality.

Glancing down, Quinn realized she was kneeling on shattered glass. The sharp edges had pierced her jeans and skin, blood slowly soaking through the denim. Instinctively trying to stand, she felt a forceful push on her shoulders pinning her down.

The glass dug in deeper.

When Alexander emerged from his office to find the living room empty, his expression darkening instantly.

"Where is everyone?"