Todos os capítulos de A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 19

The rule was simple: The world can look, but they ‘cannot’ touch.On the way back, He didn't look at me once nor did he utter a single sound that began to feel suffocating.The silence was deafening. He sat there, his posture hard and unforgiving, taking a sharp turn with an unfathomable gaze.“He… was a client, Zayne,” I began when the lack of chatter began to unsettle me, “Just a friend.”He turned his head slowly, his sapphire eyes glowing with unreasonable jealousy that increased my heart rate.“He touched you.”“He was just checking the necklace. Come on, Zayne-” I tried to argue but his glare was threatening.My body tense up under his sharp eyes, “You… you can’t do this to me, Zayne.”“I can,” he enunciated sternly “You are the one who signed away the right for me not to.”The fire in his gaze solidified the facts: The deal was done. The cage was locked. Zayne Nightwood didn't just want to be a father- he wanted to be the only sun in my sky.Nonetheless, discarding what happen

We did not exchange any more words.The tension in the car was already filled with unspoken desire, one could smell the lust in the air, and I was drowning in it. Zayne, on the other hand, held a mystifying front but I saw the way his hand crawled to his thigh.He was attempting so damn hard to be controlled and focused. Forming my lips in a thin line, considering silence the best for now, I waited, until we reached our home. The second the doors to the mansion closed behind us, the control slipped through our fingers like sand. “Come here, dammit.” Zayne didn't wait for the light to be turned on. He grabbed my waist and pressed me against him, his mouth crashing onto mine with a wild, uncontrollable hunger that made my knees numb.“Zay–”“Shh.” This wasn't the punishment of last night. This was an explosion of all the emotions he held at bay in these weeks. He was at his limit.“The doctor said it’s okay,” he groaned, his lips brushing against mine.His hands desperately found

Zayne had reserved the entire rooftop for dinner because, according to him, I needed a ‘stress-burster’ after my oh-so-hectic week.He reached across the table. Took my hand. He put a bracelet on my wrist. It was a chain made of white gold with a blue diamond.Swallowing the bite, I let out a smile.“It’s beautiful, but, what for?” I whispered, admiring the way it sparkled but noticed something odd about it.“It’s more than beautiful,” Zayne smirked.Undoubtedly wicked eyes affixed on mine, pulling my wrist to press my palm over his heart.“It’s a tether. Synced to my phone. If your heart rate spikes, if you move too far from the estate without the security... I’ll know.”I froze, trying to yank my hand back, "You’re seriously tracking me? I was joking about that dragon thing.”“I am merely protecting my world, from her world.” His grip tightened, just enough to be a warning, not permitting me to release my wrist.“Did you forget where you come from?”There was not a single hint of s

Anger, lust, submission, and the list goes on. I was counting…. I think I am getting somewhere. Somewhere I didn’t want nor could I handle it. I was lost in my thoughts the next day, trying to understand the man known as my husband who had begun to exist in the center of my thoughts since our one-night-stand."Come with me.” Speaking of the devil, he popped out of nowhere.“I have prepared a surprise. A peace offering." Zayne said expectantly, his voice softening, almost melodic. He reached for my hand, his thumb stroking my knuckles. “I don’t think I-” "I am sorry, Kristine. I didn’t mean to stress you out," I wanted to refuse, but the exhaustion of the day, the weight of this forced silence- made me follow. I expected a gift, perhaps another diamond to add to my collection. When we entered my home office, I was expecting the familiar comfort decors, things I collected from my old undesirable life but they were once and still are cherished by me.Instead, I walked into a showro