Love Unspoken

No longer able to bear the stifling confines of her home, Quinn hastily collected her phone and umbrella before venturing out of the house.

With a swift wave of her hand, she hailed a taxi, directing it towards Kennedy Enterprise. After enduring a twenty-minute wait, a sleek white car finally pulled up to the curb. Without hesitation, Quinn opened the door and slid into the backseat, the driver setting off almost immediately.

As the car began to move, Quinn found herself anxiously twisting her fingers together, her gaze fixed on the ominous thunderstorm brewing outside. Her heart pounded in rhythm with the impending storm, each thunderclap amplifying her growing tension.

As if on cue, the heavens opened up, releasing a torrent of rain that drummed loudly against the car's roof. The world outside the window blurred into a watercolor painting, making it impossible for Quinn to discern their direction. After what felt like an eternity, the car finally came to a halt. The driver turned to face Quinn, his voice cutting through the silence, "We've arrived."

Emerging from the car, Quinn was greeted by a splash of water as the driver sped off. Unfazed, she looked up to find herself standing before the imposing gates of the Kennedy Residence. Confusion clouded her mind. She had asked for Kennedy Enterprise, so why had the driver brought her here?

As she reached for her phone to verify the address, the large iron gate creaked open, revealing two stern-faced bodyguards.

"Quinn, you're here," one of them greeted, his voice devoid of warmth.

Caught off guard, Quinn could only stare at them in bewilderment.

"Kaitlyn is waiting for you inside. Please come in," the other bodyguard gestured, his tone leaving no room for argument.

With a tight grip on her umbrella handle and a lump in her throat, Quinn ventured into the storm.

The rain had intensified, and a fierce wind had begun to howl, threatening to rip the umbrella from her grasp. Despite the onslaught of wind and rain, Quinn managed to follow the bodyguards to the villa's grand foyer.

As she stepped inside, the biting cold that had seeped into her bones began to recede. Kaitlyn was lounging on a plush couch, nonchalantly sipping her tea.

Without even glancing up, she commented, "It's really difficult to get you here."

Quinn, recognizing that the words were directed at her, set her umbrella aside and approached Kaitlyn.

After a few more sips of her tea, Kaitlyn finally deigned to look at Quinn. Her gaze was cold and calculating as she took in Quinn's drenched appearance, her wet hair plastered to her face, and her black and white eyes that held a glimmer of desperation.

Something about Quinn's helpless expression infuriated Kaitlyn. She was convinced that Quinn used those eyes to ensnare her son, Alexander, turning him against his own mother. "Take her away," Kaitlyn commanded, her voice echoing through the room.

Quinn was taken aback, her eyes widening in confusion as she looked at Kaitlyn. Before she could protest, the two bodyguards advanced, their firm grip on her arm pulling her away.

Despite her attempts to resist, Quinn was no match for the bodyguards. She was dragged out of the foyer and back into the relentless rain, her clothes instantly soaked through. The rain blurred her vision, the only light coming from the occasional flash of lightning in the stormy sky.

Quinn had no idea how far the bodyguards had dragged her until they finally stopped in front of a rusty iron door, hidden amongst overgrown weeds. Without hesitation, they flung her inside, the door slamming shut behind her. Quinn stumbled, falling to the ground amidst the musty smell of the room. Ignoring the pain, she scrambled to her feet, only to find the door locked.

As she clung to the iron bars, she realized she was in a basement, the bodyguards towering above her.

From the outside, only her upper body was visible. In a futile attempt, she shook the iron door, causing it to rattle loudly. But the bodyguards simply turned and walked away, leaving Quinn alone in the darkness.