Love Unspoken

Quinn's message was met with silence. She clung to her phone, her anxiety palpable as she waited for a response that never came. Twenty agonizing minutes ticked by, each one a silent testament to the absence of a reply. From across the room, Juliet watched as hope slowly drained from Quinn's face.

She reached out, taking Quinn's hand in her own. "Quinn," she said, her voice gentle, "your kindness doesn't go unnoticed. I mean it. Thank you, so much."

Meanwhile, Ariel polished off a plate of oranges. She glanced back at Quinn, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Is it not settled yet?" she asked.

"The Kennedys are loaded. It can't be that hard for you to come up with half a million."Quinn bit her lip, her gaze fixed on the elder's face. With a heavy heart, she dialed Alexander's number. The call was answered, but not by Alexander. "Quinn, Alexander's swamped right now. Just text him if it's important," came Getty's voice through the speaker. Quinn's heart sank. Her last flicker of hope was extinguished.Getty ended the call and placed the phone back on Alexander's desk. "That dummy called," she said, her voice laced with amusement.

"No clue what she wants."Alexander glanced at the text message, his gaze flickering briefly before he chose to ignore it, tossing the phone aside. His action drew a delighted grin from Getty, who snuggled closer to Alexander, wrapping her arm around his.

"I'm signing with the agent this afternoon. You promised me stardom, remember? No backing out now."Alexander set aside the papers he was holding and took Getty's hand, offering her a small smile.

"Is your stuff all packed?" Getty rolled her eyes.

"Yes, it's packed! Are you that eager to get rid of me?"His eyes drifted down to her elaborate nails.

"It's not that I don't want to see you. It's that you're clearly not cut out for this workplace."Getty pulled her hand back, her voice filled with indignation.

"So you do despise me!"Alexander merely glanced at her, his tone indifferent. "Do you have any idea how many people complain about you here?"

"So what?" Getty retorted, standing her ground. "That's half on you. If they hate me, you're to blame too!"He raised an eyebrow, his response noncommittal.

Getty leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I'm heading out then?"

"Drive safely," he said, his voice laced with caution. Getty released him reluctantly, spinning on her heel and striding back to her office cubicle. She cradled her belongings as she walked out the door, her mind filled with dreams of stardom, of basking in the spotlight and shimmering in all its glamour.

But Getty was no fool. She knew that without Alexander's vows of marriage, there was no safety net for her. 'So why not leverage his connections and resources to secure benefits for myself? It is, after all, a way to ensure my future,' she thought.

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'Alexander has pampered me to a fault these past few years. If one day he decides to let me go, I'll be left with nothing. Only money in hand promises true security,' she mused.

Her ditzy blonde act was just that - an act. It made her seem less calculating to Alexander. After all, as he always said, those who wear their hearts on their sleeves are the easiest to control.

'Look at how well I fit now,' Getty thought. 'Alexander jumps at my every wish. I shall receive whatever I ask for.'Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

'I don't even bother to pick at Quinn. There's no winning with her and no point in stirring trouble where it's unwarranted. Marriage with Alexander is the goal, not dealing with Quinn. In Quinn and Alexander's marriage, the power never lies with Quinn. Only if I lost my mind would I target Quinn.'

Meanwhile, Quinn had abandoned the idea of borrowing money from Alexander. With a heavy heart, she sent a message to Abigail.

The reply came promptly. "Quinn, why do you need so much cash? My accounts are all frozen. I can't help you. But don't panic. Let me check with my brother."When Abigail called Oliver, he hung up as soon as he heard the figure of half a million.