Love Unspoken

Abigail, dusting herself off, offered a hand to Quinn, helping her to her feet. "What brings you back so early in the day?" she asked, her voice laced with surprise.

Alexander's gaze swept over both women, his eyes scrutinizing their faces. He ignored Abigail's question, instead turning to Quinn. "Where were you headed?" he asked, his voice cold and detached. Abigail scoffed, her voice sharp as she retorted, "What's it to you? She's not your pet, Alexander. She walks on her own two feet and can go wherever she pleases. Does she need to check in with you now?" Alexander's gaze shifted coolly toward Abigail, his tone even colder. "Abigail, don't mistake Oliver's support as a free pass to test my patience over and over again."

Abigail was momentarily stunned, but she quickly recovered, retorting, "Don't drag Oliver into everything. If you've got a problem, take it up with me directly. Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Alexander's smile was sardonic, his voice dripping with condescension. "You are so foolish and ignorant. Do you think you can take Quinn away? If you weren't Oliver's sister, do you believe you'd still be alive?" Abigail bristled at his words. "And who are you calling foolish and ignorant?" she countered, her voice filled with defiance.

Ignoring her, Alexander grabbed Quinn by the arm and headed inside the house. Abigail, however, was not one to back down. She followed them, her voice echoing through the house as she shouted, "Alexander, stop right there! Who do you think you are? You're just a nobody who climbed up the ranks by being an illegitimate son. You even follow in your father's footsteps to keep mistresses. Like father, like son."

Before she could finish her rant, Alexander's hand shot out, gripping her throat and pinning her against the wall. The back of Abigail's head smacked against the wall, and her vision went dark. She choked back the rest of her words. Staring into Alexander's unforgiving and dark eyes, Abigail felt an inexplicable chill, even though his expression barely changed. Alexander's mother, being the second wife, had brought her four-year-old son into the Kennedys upon marrying his father. So the rumors had been that Alexander was Wayne's illegitimate son and that his mother had usurped the position of the legal wife. Those whispers were still occasionally heard.

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Quinn had never expected Abigail to throw such accusations in Alexander's face. But Alexander merely laughed, tightened his grip on her throat, and whispered, "You should be glad you're a woman." Abigail's face turned a desperate shade of red as she struggled for breath, unable to vocalize her defiance.

Just as she was about to lose consciousness, Alexander released her. He was not one to harm women, but he would kill one if necessary. And in that moment, Abigail felt his intent to kill her. She understood then that if it weren't for her brother, Oliver, she would already be dead.

Abigail was a straight shooter with a stubborn streak. Even Getty was better at acting than her. Every emotion of Abigail was an open book on her face. Though Getty often came across as entitled, she knew where to draw the line, a trait that Abigail seemed to lack. She was quick to speak her mind, never one to hold back.

Leveraging the Vanderbilt family name, she felt invincible, free from the need for pretense. Abigail had that privilege. Yet, her family name seemed to have little influence on Alexander.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

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It wasn't until Alexander released Abigail that Quinn allowed herself a silent sigh of relief. She signaled Abigail with her eyes to make a quick exit.

Realizing she had spoken out of turn, Abigail merely glared at Alexander, biting back any further words. Who knew what he might do when provoked? After all, even Abigail couldn't predict her own actions when her temper flared. Alexander didn't bother with her anymore, walking inside with Quinn in tow.

The television was still on, its commercial racket filling the spacious living room with unwelcome noise. Thrown onto the couch, Quinn felt the rage that hadn't surfaced in front of Abigail now crashing down around her. Instinctively, she shielded her belly.

Alexander noticed the gesture and his gaze flickered briefly. He grasped Quinn's throat and asked in a low and fierce voice, "Why do you take my words so lightly?"