Todos os capítulos de A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

With a smile, a sincere one, I hadn’t emerged in a painfully long time, I was humming a melody to myself to be finally at home.Work wholeheartedly. Wait for my husband to return. Dinner together. Have an absolutely lovely time. Repeat.Ah, normalcy and domesticity were beautiful. I was preparing for my date with Zayne while being on a call with Dorian, who informed me Antler was out with Ariana for some work.“You tell me, what were you thinking? Calling Ariana back after knowing her history with Antler.” I growled, angrily applying my lipstick.“That is exactly why I brought her back. To forget his present, he could take a look at his past. It will help,” he tried to explain expectantly, which only made me angrier. “From what I see, this is only worsening things.”“I can’t help it. Even if I don’t want it, I need someone to represent me in Zayne’s absence and Ariana is the best candidate.” He slipped the true reasoning.“Antler is just an excuse, no? You need her back and this was

THIRD POV***************5 Years Ago:Just when Antler began to imagine a delightful future, his felicity was stolen from him. The difference of the world between his and Ariana’s crashed on him, ruining everything he wanted to build.“Why don’t you get it, Antler! This is about my future. I must go to London!” Ariana yelled, pacing around their apartment in frustration, holding her side.Antler was desperate, standing in the middle powerlessly. His expressions contorted into distress, arguing with her in a broken but infuriated tone.“Why must you follow such a dangerous workline, Ariana? Me risking my life isn’t enough that you have to put yourself at risk too?”Breathless, hopeless, he stopped before her, holding her elbows. Praying she would comprehend his worry and reasoning too.“You are the one being unreasonable, Antler. This is in our bloodlines. We are born to be assassins,” She growled, ripping herself away from him. “I don’t want you to die, Ariana. And if you think tha

KRISTINE’S POV*********************Every second passed was a tiny needle against my patience. By the time the front door finally clicked open at ten, the anger burst from me.I frowned, tapping my foot impatiently on the ground when Zayne came in his usual majestic form, looking irresistible like always.“You’re late, Zayne.” Raising his brows suspiciously, he closed the door behind him cautiously, “Am I… missing something?”“We were supposed to leave for Dorian’s party an hour ago!” I hissed, my voice harsher than I intended, snapping at him.“He called me personally to make sure we were coming. I told you this morning, and I sent a text just to be sure. You didn’t bother to reply.”Zayne paused and listened carefully. Slowly an amused reaction came on his handsome face, stepping into my personal space. “If I hadn’t replied to you, Kristine, then I think it’s safe to assume I was buried in work, no?” He tilted his head, a faint, patronizing smile playing on his lips while pinch

Another day. Another circle of the same exhausting argument.I don’t understand why Zayne is being so restrictive nowadays, especially about Dorian. I was hurt for hating my brother for my actions and wanted to make amends for the solace of my heart.But, he refused to listen to me. “We will not be going to that party. That is final.” Zayne’s voice was infuriatingly nonchalant. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his tea.“Why not?” I growled, standing before him, fumes emitting from me but he didn’t bother to look up at me. “If I am making a decision, it’s for our collective well-being, isn't it?” Completely unaffected, He simply looked up, a small smile tugging at his lips– both a challenge and mockery.“Or would you rather call it a prison? And me a jailer?”“For your kind information, Mister,” I continued, leaning over and slamming my hand on the table, which made him close his eyes briefly.“Your actions have proven you’re more than comfortable in that role. Let’s not play inn

“Strip,” The command was absolute. Kieran was definitely not in the mood of using kind words for teaching. Leila could feel her soul giving up on her, my feet turning numb from fear. She couldn’t lift a finger, alone to rise from the bed and strip.“K-Kieran, please—”“Every word you waste is another minute I lose my patience and do something extreme.” He cut her off in a dominant tone.His hand traced the line of her throat with a single, cold finger before grasping it in his crushing strength, lifting her up forcefully.She gagged. Her pretty eyes fluttered continuously, impotent to breath when he held her life in his palm, yanking her towards him.“I told you that your life depends on my mood.” He growled.Squeezing harder, sending a questionable shiver of anticipation down her spine. His lips firmly pressed against her ear.“And right now, Princess? I am feeling very... ungenerous.”Her fingers trembled when he pushed back, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground as warning.