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Chapter_58
“Do you truly believe she plans to open the world to you, Quinn?” His voice was thick with accusation and disappointment, lingering in the air like an unspoken verdict. “We’ve spent two decades together, and still, you defy me.”
A wave of panic fluttered beneath Quinn’s lashes. How did he always know? How did he always seem to anticipate her every thought, every movement? Then, it hit her. Her phone—charged fully that morning—had been tampered with. He had sabotaged it. That explained his perfectly timed arrival.
Her breath caught in her throat, and a wave of heat spread across her face, turning her skin a deep crimson. She lifted her gaze to meet the towering figure above her, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Her gaze was striking—not in the traditional, adorable sense, but in a raw, innocent way. At first glance, she didn’t exude charm, but rather a quiet vulnerability, as though every glance she shared carried a deep, unspoken sorrow. There was a purity in those round, soulful eyes that captivated anyone who dared look into them. Alexander had spent countless hours trying to find the right words to capture her beauty, but none had ever sufficed. The closest he could come was ‘fairy’—she was like a figure from ancient myth, delicate and ethereal, impossible to hold onto. Every time he found himself lost in her eyes, all his fury seemed to fade. She was the kind of woman who could vanish without a trace, swept away by a whisper of wind or a stranger’s touch.
Suddenly, Alexander’s laughter broke the silence, his rage dissipating into the sound. But for Quinn, his laugh was more terrifying than any shout.
“But she won’t have the chance to take you away anymore,” Alexander said, his tone icy with certainty.
Quinn’s heart raced as her pupils dilated in fear. “What are you planning?” she stammered.
“You’ll see soon enough,” he replied, his grip around her neck loosening. He caressed her cheek gently, his touch almost tender again. “There are consequences for disobedience.”
A chill swept through Quinn as she stared blankly at him. For a moment, he seemed like a stranger—this calm, detached version of him. His anger had vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving behind only a quiet, unsettling calm. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt, paused for a brief moment, and then spoke again. “Stay home.”
With that, he turned and walked away, not sparing her a single glance.
As he left, the tension that had paralyzed Quinn slowly began to release its grip, leaving her drained and hollow. She sank onto the couch, her body heavy, her mind a whirlwind of dread.
A sharp pain shot up her elbow. She pulled up her sleeve to inspect the injury, only to find her skin scraped raw. She wondered if Abigail had been hurt as well.
The thought of Abigail, coupled with Alexander’s cryptic warning, pushed Quinn to reach for her phone. But as her fingers hovered over the screen, the reality that Alexander had already manipulated it hit her. She couldn’t send a message—her hands froze. Defeated, she let the phone fall back onto the couch and covered her eyes with her hand. Alexander had never shown her such cruelty before. She had no idea what he might do to Abigail.
But she was about to find out.
Later that evening, the news flashed across her television. Abigail had been in a street racing accident.
Quinn’s breath caught as her eyes widened, the image on the screen blurring. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she absorbed the details: Abigail had been racing with a group of wealthy young people. On their way back, their car had lost control, crashing into a crowd. Someone had died. And Abigail… she was responsible.
