LOGINZAYNE’S POV******************“We grew up together in the Iglesias Mansion… Our worlds were miles apart. You were the heiress. And me? I was the son of a maid.”PAST:My father left my mother pregnant for another woman. She was a single mother of two. I and Carmine, the head maid of the Iglesias household. The family welcomed us, we were devoted to the people who gave a roof over our heads. We worked hard and I never dared to confess.But, I had been deeply, madly, passionately in love with the heiress since childhood. But, she was far, too far. How could I ever dream of reaching her? She was 10, I was 13. Kristine had always relied on me since childhood and not once did this household make me feel I was a servant. Maybe it was because of Kristine’s reliance. “It hurts, Zayne!” She was crying when a thorn pricked her finger. I was holding her hand cautiously in mine. My heart was beating abnormally. The twinkles were endless when she came to me first, watching the drop of blood
We remained like this for a while, allowing reality to settle deep in our bones before pulling away a little. I shifted closer, resting my head on his shoulder. Zayne continued smiling beautifully, tracing his index finger on the lines of my palm with the purest affection.“Zayne…”“Hmm?” “For the first step, Zayne, I want you to accept me as your wife.” I murmured on his neck, planting a brief, but in-depth kiss. He chuckled nervously, placing his free hand on my shoulder to pull me into his embrace.“You are my wife, Darling. What do you mean accepting-”Freeing my hand, I clutched his shirt, forcing him to stare into my serious gaze, demanding what I had been desiring for quite a while.“Start calling my name in public. I am yours, do not use the formal tag of ‘Mrs Nightwood’ with me. Use my name, call me. Please?”Zayne was shocked.“I.. uh.. Kristine, I have never called your name when I mentioned you with another person.” “Now, I want you to. Use my name,” I demanded, standi
THIRD POV***************In an opulent lounge of the Herald private estate, a place only authorized for special persons only, Emeric and Edric were having a drink.“That was cruel, Emeric.” Edric snickered, glancing at Emeric who was staring out of the window with an indestructible gaze, twirling the glass in his hand.“You turned every last remnant of the Sunshine Orphanage against Antler– The very name that saved him.” Edric shrugged, finishing his drink in one go.“That should teach him a lesson.” He replied nonchalantly. His emerald eyes overflowing with a deadly indifference.“You do not save the enemy's assets. Did he think they were innocent? They were my trained soldiers.”“How he must think, no? Every last ‘kid’ he saved tried an assassination attempt on him. His kindness drowned him.” Edric smirked, thrilling to imagine how ‘devastated’ Antler must be.“And by now, I firmly believed he had settled his score with my Princess too.”Edric turned to him, his brows raising in di
When Antler was gone, I gasped. My eyes were a blend of compassion and distress. Antler’s state was highly disturbing.But, for now, I had to clean that mess up before I could alert the neighbors and bring us troubles. Judging by Antler's state, he would openly accept his crime too.Rubbing my temples, I only had my personal phone and decided to call Kieran, who was in his zone like always. Either having sex, indulging in his strip club, or high.“Kieran,”“Hmm?”“I… need your service.”“Do you want to become my target in the list of cheaters?” He let out a bark of laughter. “Or does the missus finally want to have a three-way? Which one? Which girl should I send? Star?” “The cleaning service… Antler’s apartment.” I mumbled, killing his amusement instantly, making him deadpan as he asked, unable to hide the concern in his tone. “...What did he do?”I looked at Rose’s body, “Killed a little bird.” Kieran arrived hastily, storming inside, hoping what he heard was terribly wrong but
ZAYNE’S POV******************The absolute calmness in his words disturbed both me and Dorian. Without thinking twice, I traced his number and rushed to his side.My heart was thumping. Fortunately, he was in his apartment, meaning he hadn’t caused bloodshed yet. ‘Please don’t do anything extreme, Antler.’My head was throbbing, I must help him. Antler had no idea how to control or use his feelings, he would do something that would destroy him.“Antler...!” Absolutely worried, I slammed on his door. My heart was beating in an unsteady rhythm, praying he hadn’t gone too far.Is that what he felt when I had gone beastly? The same worry?“Antler, you bastard, open–” The door slowly opened. I stepped inside the apartment, the first thing I noticed was the trail of blood on the ground, staining his floor.I quickly turned and saw Antler had blood all over him. His knees soaked in it, his hair was a mess, a cut on his cheek and splashes of crimson coating him. My eyes widened, “What..
Rose shared her past with me. I found it hard to believe that the girl I saved was none other than her, but the moment was here. My culprit was before me, the traitor, the enemy of my people. ‘My’ enemy. All that was left was to deliver the judgement. “I hated them. I fucking resented those people with the bottom of my heart. They burned my home, I wanted to burn theirs.” She growled, still on her floor, hugging her knees, utterly vulnerable as I was before her, carefully listening to her every work.“That was why… you did all this. You made Kristine run away so she could be near you. You provoked Cassandra… you did all this…”“Yes.” She nodded, resentment flaring in her eyes.“I wanted Dorian’s world to fall apart. I wanted him to lose his sister too and realize how fucking painful that is.”“You were clean. No one suspected you, you took advantage of it. You did everything so damn smoothly, no?” I chuckled dryly. “I didn’t do it smoothly. You made it smooth for me. You let my mis







