All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

KRISTINE’S POV*********************I panicked. When his steps tipped over, I found my world falling apart.Who was I without my Zayne?“People like you deserve this!” They shouted.“ZAYNE!!” A scream left my lips, causing the restaurant’s security to get alert and rush at the scene to settle the chaos.“Freeze!”“Shit, let’s go!” The attackers scattered and began to escape. I was highly disturbed still the moment the path cleared, I sprinted towards Zayne, holding him by the waist. “Zayne! Zayne, look at me!” I tried to cover the wound using a handkerchief but to no avail.His blood flowed uncontrollably, scaring me but I refused to let him go. Gripping him with all my strength accompanied by a trail of tears.“Argh… fuck,” he groaned, teeth clenched, his head low. “Are… are you alright, Kristine?” Even shot, bleeding, breathless, he was asking about me. My heart constricted. “Forget about me, dammit!” I cried, leading him to my car, “You’re shot! We need to get you to a hospita

KRISTINE’S POV*********************The papers on the table were no less than a blessing, an answer to my constant prayers for my man. Watching Zayne hurt was hurting me all this time.I was praying this would be over for him. Finally, after 17 Days, the investigation was done with no clear evidence against him.“Zayne! It’s finally over!” I beamed, my hands locked around his neck, kissing his cheeks happily. “Yeah… it’s good news.”He stood frozen. Stunned. Not a single reaction to this handsome feature. Pouting, I pulled back slightly, “What happened? You don’t look happy.” He cleared his throat, “No, of course, I am delighted.” Glancing out of the window and back to me, holding my waist vaguely.“I just… I didn’t expect it to be less than a month.”“Maybe Kieran or Dorian pulled some strings to get it done quickly.” I shrugged, only focused on the victory. But, he was suspicious. What’s with him? “Whatever. Isn’t it a good thing? You don’t have to sulk or be gloomy. This i

The light turned green.Antler looked back at the road, becoming unreadable once again. He started the engine, the sound drowning out the things they couldn't say.And started the drive.“Check your weapon,” he commanded, regaining his dead composure once again, “We’re two minutes out.”Ariana pulled the jacket around her shoulders, burying her face in the collar for a fleeting second. Unknowingly inhaling his scent, “Still the same.” The thought escaped through her tongue accidentally.“What?”She looked away sheepishly, “Your.. .scent. Still the same.” He looked away, “I don’t like changes.” “I know.” she checked the magazine of her pistol with a mechanical click. Not extending the conversation further, giving him a stern nod.“Ready,” The "Smile" didn't return yet, nor did Antler emerge as her Boss. It was a haunting link. Less a job, more a distressful silence.Their shadows were one on the path—two broken people bound by a debt of duty and feelings that refused to die. “We a

The job was done.Antler had come up here to confront Ariana—to tell her to stop looking at him with those haunted eyes, to tell her to be "Smile" again.“Ari–”But as he approached, the words died in his throat. His tongue became numb.He only walked to her and set a steaming cup of coffee down on the concrete ledge beside her. She glanced at the coffee, back to him. Antler murdered the urge in his heart—to touch her hand, check if she was still freezing, or to apologize for the cake. Especially to ask her why: ‘Why are you here after abandoning me? After prioritizing your career? After I am a man, I no longer recognize myself?’But nothing worked and he turned to leave.“Sit,” she called out, tugging his sleeves. It was an indirect plea. “Please?”Antler hesitated before sitting onto the ledge. He was maintaining a cautious distance from her, eyes averted as well.For a long time, neither spoke. The only sound was the distant hum of traffic and harsh wind.The silence wasn't peac

Dorian’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe his ears. For a second, I found his composure falling apart, replaced by a pure fury — the controlled mafia boss had turned into a brother who was on the verge of violence.He charged forward, grabbed me by the collar, yanking me close. “You fucking bastard, I trusted you, with my work, with my sister,” he growled, “And you fucking used my sister as a pawn in your sick game?”“What makes you say that?” I merely smirked darkly in return. Holding my head high, mockingly. “Who did I betray? Crimson Nest? Or Kristine? Who exactly?”“Don’t try to twist the talk.”“I am not. I am simply ensuring what is mine, remains mine. Permanently.” The way his grip got tighter on my collar showed how hard he was trying not to hit me yet decided to use words against me.“You know I can kill you right now, don’t you? That I can fuck you up so badly that won’t be able to get up for days, Bastard.” He made a futile attempt to threaten me and I did what I did