MasukZAYNE’S POV******************No, no, no, this can’t be. My marriage, my revenge, my future, my happiness, my vow. Heck, my redemption to redeem my sister’s disappearance was dependent on that baby.Carmine wasn't just a piece of flesh inside Kristine, she was my daughter, my successor. She was the key of the shackles that caged me to a burned ground. She was more important than they could have fathomed.“Fuck… no…” A weak gasp liberated from my lips, losing my breaths. Pushing my hair behind, a screen of tears forming in my wide eyes as my back pressed against the wall. My lips were quivering, losing my strength.“Sir–” Elijah held his hand out to hold me but I put my hands up in the air, refusing his support, knowing I would kill him in a spur of wrath and anguish.I remained in my place until the staff came to shift Kristine to another room for the D&C. My heart sank at the mention of it.“Kr-Kristine.” I called out, my hand extending to her bruised form affectedly to touch he
THIRD POV***************Zayne Nightwood was busy in an extremely important meeting. Upholding his dominance, where nothing else outside these windows existed for him and his company. It was a high-stake deal, he knew for further success, he needed to be successful.“Do not make us regret giving up Mr. Reynold's order.”“Rest assured. You won’t be.”Soon, his phone vibrated, he glanced at the screen. Elijah. He swiped it into silence. He was a businessman at the moment, he didn't interrupt a multimillion-dollar merger for a security check-in.But then, the vibration came again. And again, pissing him off, interrupting his foreign clients.“I apologize for the interruption.” He professionally said, switched off his phone, and gestured with his usual charm.“Continue.” Earlier, on the other side, the chaos from the building had turned into a desperate sigh of relief.It turned out to be nothing and no harm came to the building. This was a false alarm done by someone within the comp
Who were they? What do they want from me?Breathless, I was absolutely scared to imagine what these people intended to do with me or my Carmine.The inexplicable amount of dread rushing in my veins made me dizzy. My body began to throb by the rough grabbing already. “Why are you doing this?! What do you want? I will give you anything–” I snarled, attempting to remain strong but my hand remained fretfully on my stomach.“Shut up.”I was shaking violently, panic was created outside, people were in a rush, no one was going to come for me as they pushed me forward and my head hit the concrete pillar, turning my senses in a blur."Argh!” I screamed in pain, holding my head that began to bleed, tearing a sobbing from my throat.“What… What do you want?" I gulped, losing my balance, “What is the meaning of this?”I sobbed as one of them grabbed the back of my head painfully to the point I winced, endeavoring in their harsh grip but there were five of them with a crest of a sparrow on their
KRISTINE’S POV********************Zayne and I were watching the rain. the window. He shifted down, pressing a heated, slow kiss to the side of my neck with his palm firmly resting over my stomach.My body reacted to the pleasure and at the same time, Carmine relentlessly kicked, earning a sudden gasp.“Good Lord, Carmine, stay still.” I scolded.“Hey, you can't scold a baby that is yet to be born,” And Zayne scolded me, pinching my cheeks.“She is only helping get out of your thoughts. You seemed lost, Sweetheart,” He chuckled, resting his chin on my shoulder.“What is it? Tell me.”I pressed myself harder into him, tilting my head to the side for better access. Zayne deepened the kiss, moving his hands to the window to balance himself, our bodies colliding perfectly."I am thinking about what happened. Antler... on Rose’s couch. Why did he go to her? Staying the night and you know what?" “What?”“Promise you won’t tell anyone.”“I promise.” I shifted to his ear, giving him a war
ZAYNE’S POV******************I had promised Kristine we would visit Rose today. She had been vibrating with excitement all morning, I was clutching a bag full of gifts she got for Rose from Hawaii.“Here you go, Darling, just as I promised.” I grinned when we were reaching her apartment.“Yay!” She beamed, unlocking the door being the half-owner of that luxurious apartment and pushed the door open.We entered the apartment. I placed the gifts on the counter, expecting a quiet morning of tea and chatter of the friends. Instead, we were greeted by the smell of whiskey and the sight of a large, unconscious man lying across Rose’s floral couch.“Huh? What the fuck?”Kristine froze. Her excitement died. Replaced by profound confusion that quickly turned into boiling anger.Her hand curled in a fist, sensing that quickly, I rushed to her side to hold her if she snapped his head open by throwing a vase.Despite the fun of it, I needed that man for the management."Is that..." she started,
THIRD POV***************Rose was in the living room, using her phone, frowning at Kristine’s latest posts. The blurry, laughing photo from Hawaii, the flower crowns, the heart in the sand.To the world, it was the picture of a fairytale recovery. To Rose, it was a bewildering situation."Aree you truly happy or is he making you act like this?" Rose whispered to the empty room. “I just hope you are fine, Kristine.”She looked for the spark in Kristine's eyes, but all she saw was a reflection of Zayne, that man was becoming her world in a way no man ever dared to. She was lost, worried for Kristine until a thud appeared at her door, startling her. Rose was confused, ‘Who could it be?’In their world, a midnight knock rarely brought good news.She checked, exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding when Antler was there.“Antler?”She opened the door, he was leaning against the frame by his shoulder. Reek of alcohol and a sly smirk on his scarred face. His hair a tempting me
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 glas
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 final
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’
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 wor







