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139- An Invisible Bride?

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ZAYNE’S POV

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With my heart at cloud-nine, and a never-ending grin, I was with Kieran. In his strip club, as this man had nowhere else to be at.

We were in the VIP lounge, a dancer was giving this fuckboy a lap dance. His hand printed on her ass, gripping it while I had to keep my eyes locked on the table.

Suddenly, the tables were ‘very’ intriguing.

“How does it feel, Bro?”

“Hmm?”

“You are no longer Dorian’s Dog or a Hunter. You are no longer bound to any shackles. You are…
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  • A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood   140- Kieran’s Truth

    The acceptance was more sacred and endearing than I could have imagined. With my heart overflowing with inexplicable glee and a never-ending smile, I entered my home only to find the atmosphere was thick with fatality.“Oh shit.” Whispering under my breath, my steps slowed down.I could feel the fumes emitting from the woman standing on the space between the stairs, tapping her foot dangerously on the wood. She asked strictly, arms closed at her chest, “Where were you?” “Um, with Kieran?” I let out a nervous smile. “Where with Kieran?” She pressed.Her eyes hardened, observing me thoroughly, enough to halt my breaths. Folding my hands behind me, I was standing below, giving her an apologetic look.“Um, his club…”She corrected me with a hissing sound, “His 'strip' club.”“I did not lift my head, let alone look at a woman. I swear, my dear.” She turned, and my steps mindlessly followed her, trying to explain to her. “What should I do when that bastard doesn’t stay at his home? Tha

  • A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood   139- An Invisible Bride?

    ZAYNE’S POV******************With my heart at cloud-nine, and a never-ending grin, I was with Kieran. In his strip club, as this man had nowhere else to be at.We were in the VIP lounge, a dancer was giving this fuckboy a lap dance. His hand printed on her ass, gripping it while I had to keep my eyes locked on the table.Suddenly, the tables were ‘very’ intriguing. “How does it feel, Bro?”“Hmm?” “You are no longer Dorian’s Dog or a Hunter. You are no longer bound to any shackles. You are… hers. Finally, hers.” He teased me.Letting out a snicker as the sloppy sound of the kiss made me feel disgusted. I had no interest in the temptation he had been constantly trying to force on me. He pulled away, releasing a breathless laughter, “Annnnd, I was right all this time. You really did love her.”“Yes, Kieran. I did.” I smiled sincerely, tracing my index finger over my bottom lips with pure intent to worship the lips I kissed. He slowly relaxed, giving the girl two taps– Where? I didn

  • A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood   138- Becoming One

    “What? You — you can’t be serious, right?” To say I was shocked would be an understatement.“I am dead serious.”Zayne’s thumb gently brushed away the tear on my cheek, his eyes burning with quiet devotion that enhanced my feelings for him.“But, my father… he.. He did so bad to your mother. How could you forgive and move on and work for Dorian again?”Zayne exhaled slowly, pulling me closer until our foreheads touched, trying to reduce the sting in my body.“Edric killed my family. My mother died, my sister was never seen again. My Miss Iglesias was in a relationship with the same man…” He swallowed hard. My gaze lowered with embarrassment, clutching the sheets, unable to lift my head. “What else could I have done?” He chuckled empty, piercing my heart.“That was the only way to be near you, to ensure Dorian wouldn’t stop me from being yours… I wanted you back so badly that I stopped thinking about everything else.” My heart shattered, breaths struck at my throat. I cupped his fa

  • A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood   137- Hollowness

    After regaining my memories, a void had settled on my core. My eyes were empty, staring into nothingness for hours. A blankness had consumed me where I had no idea what to do or what to speak. Everything was just… hollow.What should I do? What should I say?Breathing had become a burden, I stayed fazed for hours until someone called out.“Madam?”“Huh? What?”Blinking, I realized I had been in the same position for quite a while, leaving all my work undone as well.“The files… they need your signature.” “What were these for again?” I asked. The authority in my tone was gone. I couldn’t maintain my frontage as a boss either.“For the collaboration with the Hoteliers for our new collection launch. The event is in two months. We had to start right away.” She explained, baffled. How could I forget about such an important collaboration for my brand?Sighing, I shook my head, signing the papers, “Right… right.”“Are you alright, Ma’am?” She asked worriedly.“I don’t know…” I rubbed my t

  • A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood   136- Recovering Memories

    KRISTINE’S POV*********************PRESENT:To say I was shocked would be an understatement. The past concealed to me was before me and I found it unbelievable. Covering my mouth with the back of my palm, tears were shining on my cheeks. The truth had pierced my heart.Suddenly, the world I had created with pride, thinking it was “clean” had perished.“And… you? How did I forget you?” I asked, on the verge of shattering into endless cries but swallowing it down.“I told Dorian to do it.” He breathed out, hanging his head low, emitting endless gloom.“You were too attached to me. You couldn’t breathe without me, so he obliterated the word “Nightwood” from your memories.” Shutting my eyes, silent tears rolled down. My heart was consumed by a void where my insides were burning. All this happened, and I was oblivious to it…? How could I?“That is why I… had no memory why Dorian killed my father. I only remember the reflection. He was holding a… cane. His hand is bloody.”He took a d

  • A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood   135- Unbearable Nightmares

    THIRD POV***************After being unconscious for three days, Krisitne woke up with a burning fever and barely enough strength to stand on her feet.Dorian was beside her. Changing towels on her forehead. His condition was a mess, his messy sleeves roughly rolled upward. Massaging her feet to help her body recover.She gasped, regaining her senses as what happened struck her harder than any blow. “Do-Dorian, What.. What happened?”“Kristine, relax…” He whispered, sitting beside her and holding her burning palm, rubbing it. “Do-Dorian, Dad.. he… he.. Was.. I didn’t know what else to do… I don’t know… What took over me…” Kristine started to panic, tears streaming from the corner.Dorian held her face, uncertain what to do to reduce the sting of her soul.“I heard what happened. You don’t have to worry about anything. I will take care of it.”“Zayne…? Where is Zayne? I—I need to see him…” She whimpered, trying to move, but her head throbbing violently, dying to see him, but he held

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