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17- Difference
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2026-03-31 04:35:29
Failia_BaighaanHey guys, what do you think of this chapter? Is Zayne going to learn or is it going to ignite more fire in him?
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A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood 60- That Nightmarish Day
ZAYNE’S POV*****************I hadn’t forgotten nor forgiven that night. I would make Edric pay for every scar he had engraved in my soul for every little happiness he stole from me.With an unbreakable resolve, my eyes were locked on the window. One my hand was in my pocket while holding a glass of whiskey in the other, hating the reflection blurred by the window.I hated rain, the very witness of my anguish. It was there, in every heartache I had ever experienced. I see rain, I remember my pain. And I hated it."You'll pay, Edric, I swear you will," I whispered, visibly discontented, but that won’t weaken me.It was a promise. A vow."Every breath, every smile, every hope. You will lose it all just like I did."Not only the baby but I would perish everything that came with his label, I would devastate him to the point he would become non-existent.Closing my eyes, I was listening to the sound of the raindrops that brought me back to my nightmare.I found myself back home, where,
A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood 59- Protect What Is Mine
I had spent the night watching Zayne sleeping, knocking heartwarming feelings in my chest which I knew were a result of the drug not truly his emotions.Yet the echoes of his whispered confessions played on a loop in my mind. “I hate hurting you.” “I had to be the villain.” But when his eyes finally opened, his sapphire eyes were no longer glazed with ecstasy or childishness. It was clouded with a dark, infuriated frown.“Fuck…. My head.” He growled, slamming his hand down, holding his head due to the after effects. I moved quietly, bringing him a tray with a glass of water, and the strong migraine medication I knew his body would crave after such a night."Here," I whispered, holding out the glass, trying to sound lively."It will help with the headache."Zayne groaned, covering his eyes with the back of his hand. Whining constantly to himself. He took the pills in silence, his movements stiff, the discontent plastered on his features. "I'm taking the day off," he muttered, his v
A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood 58- The Loyal Hallucination
KRISTINE’S POV********************At the main entrance, I was waiting impatiently for my husband to return.My hands clenched into fists with fumes emitting from me.Rose’s phone call was still ringing in my ears, boiling my very blood.Discard the reasonings, the distance in our bond, that didn’t give him a right to enjoy other women.Words like strip club, drugs, and Kieran echoing through my brain. The anger was simmering in my chest, a desperate need to scream at him for his hypocrisy.Words died in my mouth, replaced with utter surprise when Kieran practically hauled Zayne into the main hall. Zayne’s tie was missing, his hair was a chaotic mess, and his sapphire eyes were coated.He was definitely high. The bright ecstasy was enough to tell. He was swaying, his weight leaning on Kieran’s shoulder.“Wh- What happened to him?” I paused, coming closer to inspect him."Look at this. You have a stone for a husband, Kristine." Kieran hissed, his voice strained from carrying Zayne.
A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood 57- Fake Saint
ZAYNE’S POV*****************We were in Kieran’s strip club, a place where morality came to die, and tonight, the entertainment was a personal project of Kieran's. In the VIP lounge where the air was thick with the scent of cigars, smoke filling the air, loud music cutting us from the outside world and the troubles.I arranged the white powder on the table using my credit card, inhaling the drug to stun my mind to the deepest depth of ecstasy.“Argh.. fuck. Your stuff is the… best, Kieran.” I laughed huskily, losing my breaths before straightening my back, letting the drug settle in me.“I know,” Kieran laughed as he was forcing that elite billionaire’s wife he seduced at Edric’s wedding to strip dance. The woman was completely humiliated, tears streaming down her face while Kieran held a ruthless smirk on his face, opening the bottle of his champagne after shaking it.The booze fell on the woman who was barely able to endure the defiling sensation. Emitting soft sobs as her one mi
A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood 56- Cutting Old Ties
I could have discarded everything. I could have ignored Edric’s every word, but the information of Amie’s demise had been etched into my mind like a scar. I found myself staring into nothingness, dissecting the absurd claim he had made about Zayne.He… he couldn’t be a killer, right?But Kieran, his best friend, was the leader of the Black Rose legion. What if Zayne had made Kieran? no, no. Why would he do that? Zayne was my husband. He was the man who massaged my feet, the man who let me keep Carmine. In order to eradicate the trail of my unwanted doubts, I knew one person could help me and I contacted Antler.“Rare to see you calling me.” Antler mocked as usual, a teasing smirk plastered on his features. We were in my cabin as she took a seat.“I thought you have grown into a big girl who can take care of herself now.” I muttered, leaning back on my seat, folding my arms at my chest, “You don’t have to taunt me about my own words.” “Where is the little bird? I don’t see her wi
A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood 55- Cold And Distant
Zayne might have let Carmine live but the heftiness still lingered in the home. The silence had gobbled the walls. The place where we were once laughing, had become a silent tomb. Everything was becoming hollow and the distant feeling was suffocating me. Yet for the sake of reviving I once lost, I poured all my attention into being a ‘good’ wife. I was tending to his needs before he could utter them, my devotion had reached its peak. I wanted him to look at me with affection, for that, I could do anything.Zayne was sitting in the library, his eyes fixed on a book, biting onto his biscuit. “Where is my–” He began.“Here is your tea, Zayne. Exactly how you like it,” I interrupted softly, placing the cup on the side table. I had been standing in the kitchen for ten minutes for that tea, to ensure it was exactly to his preference. I stood beside for the next ten seconds, waiting for a comment, to know if it was alright. He only blinked and took a sip. “Is- is it okay?”“Hmm.”He
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