Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

“What!? How could you say that, Antler!?” Rose gasped, yanking her hand away from mine with absolute discontent. Her stare converted into a glare, attempting to scold me as I simply rose from the “Why shouldn’t I? I would obviously say yes. He just gave me the wrong offer.” I shrugged, rising from my seat, walking towards her with a slow, predatory pace that hitched her breaths.“What… Do you mean?” She gulped, glancing to the side when I was right behind her, securing my hand rigidly over her shoulder“He offered me an eternal peaceful life with you, Rose.” I started leaning down, my voice becoming lower, huskier, witnessing how her body tense up.“You and I, far away, live happily ever after. But I don’t want that. What I really want is–” With my lips pressed at her ear, I whispered my demands seductively, biting her earlobe.“Your Head.”She shivered violently, her eyes wide with a glimpse of appall crossing as my features hardened, staring dead into her eyes with disappointment

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

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

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

I was 18, my life was sorted, looking forward to a hardworking life. To provide the best for my mother and sister by standing on my feet soon. I couldn’t fathom Kristine as a part of my future. A servant? Loving his Madam? Impossible. I had convinced my heart since childhood.One evening, I was studying, and 15-year-old Kristine ran and collided into me. My books fell on the ground, back straightened by the heavenly impact of the embrace. “Zayne…!”“Kr-Kristine? What happened? Why are you crying?” I gasped.Glancing over my shoulder and found her sobbing. Her hands wrapped around my waist, refusing to let me go. Her tears soaking my shirt, clenching my heart, wondering what happened to her now. She looked up at me through her tears-stained face, whimpering. “My.. my… first kiss!” I blinked. “Your first what?” “They- they took it. They pinned me and kissed me forcefully…!” She cried more, turning me to face her, her hands locked around me, sharing her anguish with me.“I spit on