All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

THIRD POV:***************“Heiress of the Reid Household, Rowena Reid, is found dead in her room. It is said to be suicide. She couldn’t handle the accidental death of her husband and took her life.Although her sister insists Rowena was behaving strangely for the past few months and this isn’t suicide but something deeper, darker. She demands for police investigation–”Kieran inhaled the sample of his current stock of cocaine, inhaling the drug into his nostrils until it hit the back of his head with a pleasure and solace that seemed tantalising in senses.“Argh… fuck. What have you brought this time, Xavier? It’s… amazing.” He let out a sharp exhale, hitting his head on the table to settle the tingling sensation while his younger brother, Xavier was glaring at him.“Happy now? You have given your justice. You made that woman cheat, recorded her strip dance and blackmailed her.” The silver-eyed brother with a scar on his right cheek snarled, throwing the remote away.“And now, the

Earlier:Viper Estate.A place overflowing with opulence and vintage treasure, Emeric Herald, in his immaculate form, was sitting in his expensive couch.“Hmm. What should I do to clean this up?” Emeric murmured.His gaze tracing the photos of the safehouses that Zayne was going to crumble into nothingness. “This is catching the eyes of the authorities. It’s no longer of any use to me. I want to evacuate this building.”The woman beside him shifted, with an undeniable grace, eventually settling onto his lap. “I can get rid of it for you, Sir.” Her low, tempting tone came, kissing him just below the ear.“You sure?” Emeric’s fingers tightened on her waist, pressing her firmly against him. His emerald eyes–always holding a haunting charm and unreadable face– narrowed. He was amused, clearly.“I doubt you are capable of cleaning up such a large space, Anna.”“Trust me,” she whispered, her hand tracing his hard lines temptingly.“Alright,” he relented, his fingers trailing a fatal path

I dropped the gun. The metallic thud against the concrete floor yanked our breaths back. We all gasped and exchanged glances.I didn't care about the weapon. I didn't care about the body slumped in the corner. I only cared about the way Kristine was looking at me.The way her eyes were flowing with terror, shaking violently when her worst case scenario turned into reality."Z-Zayne? What the fuck…? How- How could you…?" she whispered again. For a moment, she was uncertain how to react.I shifted forward. My hands up defensively, a gesture of surrender. I slowly undid her ties, desperation filling me badly."Kristine, listen. Please… I didn’t mean to…" I don’t want to imagine her resentment. Think, Zayne, think of a damn reason."You... you just..." She couldn't finish, her words died mid-way.Her body was quivering too much. Her mind was unable to register, flinching when I was too close, undoing her ties."I told you, I won’t think twice to save you. I did what I should." I let o

The darkness didn't last long enough to let me settle and adjust to the agonizing reality thrown over my heart. Consciousness gave a way to a throbbing, relentless pressure behind my eyes. My body was numbed, my eyes heavy but I was in my senses.Suffocated by the scent. The fragrance made for him filled and made me sick.A venomous arrow pierced right through me upon remembering what happened. I was in an opulent room I didn’t recognize. “What the….” Glancing around and found myself trapped in here. The windows were bolted shut, they had bars so I won’t jump out. He anticipated the risk.Gritting my teeth, I inspected the room only to find out the door was locked and I had been shut out from the outsider world.I threw myself at the door, punching the wood with all my force, “ZAYNE!” I screamed. My blood boiling, the disappointed feeling was inexplicable. Zayne hadn’t broken my trust, he had destroyed the very foundation of our marriage. I couldn’t spend a second with the type

The weight of the keys in my hands was too much. The slightest perception of encasing Kristine like a prisoner was highly undesirable.But, she had left me with no choice. Gritting my teeth to control myself, I pushed the door opened. Strangely, the room was quiet with unsettling feelings. “Kristine?” I called out, my eyes searching only to find a figure in the dark.“D-Don’t…” Utterly frightened, Kristine was on the corner of the bed. Knees closed to her chest, shaking at the sight of me. The dread and hatred was unendurable for my heart. I didn’t desire this. “Eat something, Kristine.” After placing down the tray, I stayed by the door, keeping my hands visible, my tone stripped of the commanding demeanor. “I don’t want anything." She hissed, refusing to move an inch. My eyes softened. "Kristine, please. Just hear me out.” I whispered.A step towards her cautiously, holding my hand out to her. “Dorian is not the monster, at least not the one you think he is.” I whispered de