Love Unspoken

Quinn set one journal aside, only to take up another. Its pages were crinkled and aged, the script within faded and askew from the passage of time.

As she leafed through it, she found that every youthful wish etched onto its pages had been realized: trips to amusement parks, a coveted cake, an oversized lollipop, the cartoons she yearned to watch, a pristine princess dress, and butterfly hair clips.

Even her wish to marry him had come true.The final wish sat on the page, followed by a stretch of emptiness.

She had wed Alexander, and with him, all wishes ceased. It was akin to reaching the end of a tale. Yet, the end of life had not arrived.

Abigail once mentioned that after the grand finale in movies or stories, comes the mundane existence that no one observes because it lacks excitement.

Thus, when all her wishes had been granted, Alexander stopped coming home.Quinn passed her days in the frosty silence of the villa, her life as tranquil as still water.

On the final page of the journal, Quinn penned a new wish.By the time three in the morning rolled around, sleepiness began to creep in.

Quinn studied the new wishes she had just inscribed, realizing she still harbored many unfulfilled desires.She exhaled, gently closed the journal, and concealed both journals in the storage room-a place Alexander never ventured into. The following night, Alexander returned. Quinn rose immediately upon his arrival, but he barely acknowledged her as he rushed upstairs, only to descend shortly after.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

As he passed her, he paused to say, "Don't wander off."Three simple words, and he was gone again. Quinn watched the direction he vanished into and bit her lip.

Alexander arrived at The Kennedys, a bustling living room teeming with people awaiting his arrival. Freya sat on the couch, her face as pale as a ghost, while Kaitlyn tried to comfort her with gentle pats on her shoulder.The Yates family was present as well, along with Valerie's mother.

The room was crowded.In the center of the hall, three men knelt. These were the men who had abducted Valerie.Yates turned to Freya, "Don't you think you owe us an explanation?"Freya vehemently shook her head, "I don't know, I swear I've never seen them before!"Yates sighed and produced a voice recorder from his pocket, pressing play."Where are you guys now? Did you get out of Amber Bay?"

Freya's face blanched as she recognized the voice emanating from the device; she was rendered speechless, unable to utter a single word in her defense. Yates said, "They handed this over themselves, to ensure you couldn't deny involvement. They recorded it all. So, what else do you have to say?""I, It wasn't me...It's a setup..." Freya became increasingly agitated, shaking her head incoherently. Why is this happening? How did they find these people? Why would they record it?In that moment, Freya's mind was a whirlwind of confusion, feeling as though unseen forces were puppeteering her, pushing her towards the depths of a hellish abyss.