All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

THIRD POV***************In a lavishing apartment now tainted with one’s blood, Antler was sitting on the ground, hugging his knee, staring into nothingness. His back was against the couch, eyes locked right where Anna died. He had bangs under his eyes, redness due to exhaustion around the corner, yet a single tear refused to escape.“I… love small birds. Larks, especially. They look beautiful. I adore them. When I was a kid, I caged a lark, but it got sad when I kept it with me, so I… let it go.” Sharing a long-lost tale, a brief smile adorned his lips. “It hurt me, it broke my heart, I cried to myself that night and swore I would never let go of my birds ever again.” His hand extended to caress the air but stopped midway. Curling it in a powerless fist, he pulled it back, rising from his seat.“And ever since then… I have never caught a bird before. I could never bring myself to do it.”The emptiness took too much energy to force his steps towards his room. The grief consumed

Blood began to ooze out, Dorian was holding his elbow, his forearm was shot with blood flowing out unstoppably, causing the man to groan in pain."Argh, fucking hell!" Dorian hissed.Kieran dragged Dorian back behind the safety of the McLaren’s body, "Are you okay, Dorian?""I would be if you weren't so damn busy showing off your skills!" Dorian snarled, his voice was overflowing with pain and adrenaline."Don’t you know I was released without a gun, dammit?!” he growled, grabbing a cloth to cover his bleeding arm.“Argh… fuck.” Dorian growled, emitting deep breaths to control himself and subdue pain.Xavier was coolly reloading his gun and shooting the guards in one smooth flow until the magazine was empty, reloading again, repeating the process.“How the fuck did Zayne manage to bring down the bases himself?” Kieran muttered to himself, a bullet grazing his shoulder, causing it to bleed. They were undoubtedly efficient, but they were outnumbered, yet within minutes, half of them we

I stood in the center of the room, my gaze drifting over corners that used to be mine, inducing a strange sting I couldn’t name. Outside, the scent of Antler’s cigarette dispersed; somewhere nearby, Dorian was lost to a medicated sleep. But, as I stood here with Zayne as my husband, I no longer found myself as a part of this household.Nor did I want to, but things– they had changed. A lot.“What happened, Kristine?” Zayne’s voice broke the silence.“Nothing,” I murmured, wrapping my arms around his, holding the railing, “Just noticing how different everything is.”“Remeber how you used to chase me around when we were kids?” A faint, sad smile touched my lips. “Mmmm. We have created many memories here. Do they still have the swing?”“Yes.” Interlacing our fingers, Zayne led me towards the courtyard. For a heartbeat, we were back as teenagers, simply living life to the fullest with no regard.“You always pushed me the highest,” I reminisced, the sting in my chest softening. “With

ZAYNE’S POV******************I was waiting for Kristine to return, holding a drink in my hand with Antler on my side. He was using his phone, scrolling through random posts with dead eyes. His frown was unsettling.We were sitting in silence until Antler decided to speak up casually.“So you finally did it, huh?” “What else was I supposed to do? This has become necessary.” Truly, there was no other choice than to return to her memories and remind her of her true self.“How is she doing?” “Fine for now. And after getting her closure with Dorian, she will be back to normal,” I enunciated, studying his unmoving expressions. He simply hummed. I frowned and shifted close, pressing harder on my words to knock some senses in his mindless self.“See? Getting ‘closure’ which you refused to achieve.”“I don’t want it.” I growled, “Is the pain worth it, Antler?”“Yes. It is something. Better than nothing.” He waved his hand to shrug me off, rising from his seat. Tsk, he was truly stubbo

The next day, I was staying at Dorian’s home. Zayne left for work early. According to him: Stay back and enjoy your time with your brother. I will pick you up on my way home.Dorian was at home, we were spending time together. Chattering, having lunch and making up for the lost time. “Judging the glow on your face, Zayne’s treating you well.” He smiled, ruffling my hair for blessing. “Very well.” I nodded sheepishly. “You had always been attached to him. With me, you ran from home but with him, you stayed.” He added playfully to which I remained silent.No way I could tell him what Zayne truly did. Forming my lips in a thin line, I played along, only agreeing with him to avoid this topic.“He must have convinced you well but then again, you only listened to him.” He continued, pinching my cheek and began to use his phone.“Hmm. But, things have changed. It was not our attachment or our past,” I trailed off, staring at the wedding band that was once a dream.I never fathomed Zayne