All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I turned, to sprint, to hide, to be anywhere but his proximity but I was too late. I only took a few strides and his large hand was already on the door.“Ah, ah, you are not going anywhere.” His low, husky tone came, his other hand extending and locking the door, the sound enough to make me flinch. "You want to destroy me? You want to hand me over to men who would execute me without a second thought?" He hummed as he pressed closer, his body nearing mine to which I tried to back away but my back was firmly against the door.“Yes…” Yet gathering my courage, I turned and glared, pouring all my emotions into my eyes.“I doubt that would help with the sting.” He leaned dangerously closer, his hot breath blending with mine and my body reacted in betrayal.His chest was brushing against mine, his cloudy eyes observing the way I was losing my breaths and that merely brought a devilish smirk. “I know what can help with the pain. I am sure you will love it.” He tried to touch me but I slap

“You lied.”“You based our whole marriage on a lie.”“You were fucking selfish.”His words echoed in my mind, suffocating me. He might have spoken his words in spur of the moment, but they pierced my heart. Disheartened and hollow, I sat huddled on the couch, knees tucked against my chest, staring into a void that felt endless.“Eat something.” Zayne breathed out shakily, taking a seat beside me. I kept my eyes down, hollow, anguished, “Did you kill Amie and Antler covered up for you?”“Yes.” The confirmation hit my core.“And Carmine? You knew about that too?”“...Yes. I just wanted you to be mine.” He confessed. My chest constricted so tightly I could barely draw air. “I would have said yes under any condition and embraced anything you will label as mine wholeheartedly.”“Why did you punish me then?” I hissed, gritting my teeth with discontent. “Because I wanted to rip Edric’s mention from your lips. You kept talking about her origin. You needed a lesson to realize ‘I’ was the F

Antler didn't need a second invitation nor did he wait for any second opinions. Anter was prepared to remove any obstacle between them, inducing the clothes, exposing their bodies. His touch, not only was it gentle, but also unforgettable. Savorying every part he was touching. “You are so beautiful, little bird,” he whispered sincerely.He worshiped her skin. Leaving a trail from her collarbone to her breasts, twirling the tongue around. Sharing the heat, and lust, kissing her everywhere to his heart’s content.“Don’t stop, Antler.” She moaned, indulging in every moment.He was sucking her neck. Forming his mark, seducing him so damn much.His lips against her skin felt absolutely divine, his hands gripping her thighs to pull her closer until there was no space left, even a breath. “Too pure for a man like me. But I’m never letting you fly away now. Never.” The air in the apartment grew thick and electric. The breaths move in beautiful synchronization, colliding with their lips

Earlier That Night, In the pitch-black darkness, the fire was monstrous, consuming anything coming in its way, terrifying the woman who was held on her knees.Watching her childhood home being perished and there was nothing she could do to save it.The wealthy heiress, always a kind-hearted woman, found her world falling apart, wondering for what sins she was being punished."Please!" Delphi Fitz’s scream tore from her throat and echoed in the air but no one came to help. Not the neighbours, not the fire department, and especially not the police.She charged forward, desperately crawling forward to save the man trapped in the ferocious flames.But the guards yanked her back, hitting her back with their rifle, forcing her deeper into the sharp stones of the majestic entrance.“Argh!” She fell down, extending her hand towards the home.“Pl-Please…Freddy is still in the east wing! He’s trapped! Please, you have to let me go… save him!” She sobbed wretchedly.Curled like a ball, tears s

ZAYNE’S POV******************When we were returning, Kristine’s gaze was fixed outside.The heat of our staged kiss still lingered on my lips, a bitter reminder that the only way I could hold her now was either by force or by fraud.“I want to see her,” She demanded abruptly, sparing me a glance.“Why?” I asked softly, slowing the drive.“Why would you want to reconnect with someone you cut your connections with? Don’t you hate her?” “We had a misunderstanding.” She mumbled, lowering her gaze with powerlessness.“I was young, egoistical too. I didn’t justify either. We just drifted apart and never met again.” Her voice was low, filled with a strange guilt which indicated it was more than she expressed.“I just want to know if she is safe. If she is okay or not. She has… no one left, Zayne.” She whispered sorrowfully.“So you remember all of that clearly but–” I realized what I was about to say but shut my mouth instantly. “But? What do I not remember?”“Nothing.”I gave her a nod