All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

“A Bounty?”“Yes.” I commanded.My voice was dead, and completely unrecognizable to my own self. I picked up the bottle of whiskey, taking a long, burning gulping as I stared at her image. “No rules. No mercy. I want her hunted.”Kieran looked at me, a flicker of caution crossing his eyes, “You want her brought to you? Are you going to vanish her like Carmine did?”“No,” I hissed, my fingers tightening around the glass until it threatened to shatter. The last shred of my humanity dissolved into the dark. “I want her dead. I’m going to kill her myself, and I’m going to make Dorian watch the pieces crumble, Kieran.”“Kill her!?” To my hysterical announcement, Kieran only laughed loudly in return that only pricked my ears. “Oh boy, oh boy. Such high and mighty statements?” He mocked me. “Don’t drown so deep in rage that you forget the weight of your words, Zayne.” I glared at him, an unhinged rage filling my entire being. “I am serious, goddammit!”He stopped right at my face, star

KRISTINE’S POV*********************The layers of secrets had completely undone me. I was utterly struck in a dilemma, incapable of thinking on my own at the moment. Therefore, I required assistance from the only man I could trust blindly. “I don’t know what to do, Antler.” I groaned in frustration, throwing the file in my hands on the table.“If I choose Zayne, I might lose my brother. And if I choose Dorian…” I trailed off worriedly.“I firmly believe your heart knows the answer already.”Antler only smirked in return, striking a match to light his cigarette before blowing a thick cloud of smoke into the air. “You are too weak for Zayne, Kristine. Even after knowing his nature, his obsession, his lies– You choose to be with him.” he stated the truth with devastating accuracy. “You can’t live without him. The only reason you called me here was to give you a suggestion on how to help Zayne through this, no?” “.... Yes.” I admitted. It was no less than a surrender. He let out a

KRISTINE’S POV*********************Was he out of his mind? Me? A leader? How come such a ridiculous thought entered his mind in the first place? “What…?” My voice came in the form of a screech, staring at him to search for a sign that says ‘It’s a joke’. There wasn’t any.“You- You can’t be serious, Zayne. We can’t do that.” I whispered fretfully, pulling my hand away and clutching them close to my chest. He frowned, “Why not?”“Because it’s the same thing I had been running away from!” I whisper-yelled. “Then stop running away. Maybe it is the time you embrace the fact that this life won’t leave you.”I agree to some extent but accepting would also shatter the boundaries and walls I once built with pride. I wanted myself removed from the underworld for a good reason.“No… no, I can’t.” Shaking my head in denial, I got up. My steps leading away from him, away from the suffocation he suddenly brought between us.“Dorian’s, my past enemies, your father’s, Edric’s… Enemies are e

We were at the Montrose Estate after a devilishly long time. I never expected Kieran to be among those so-called loyal men, but here he was.I inhaled his new stuff, the powers hitting my nervous system with one sniff, sending an electric jolt in my body. Yet, the effect failed to lower my fury. I kept glaring at him.Kieran shrugged, smoking the joint, “Stop staring. I am not your lover, Dorian.”“Motherfucker.” I snarled.He frowned, “What? What did I do?”“Zayne could never think of returning Kristine to the world she hates. Out of everything, he won’t force her into this mess,” I explained, not removing the glare.He closed his eyes briefly, taking a long inhale, “So?”“Meaning it must be one of your twisted ideas!” I growled, slamming my hand on the table, rattling the antique vase. “So?” He smirked, exhaling the toxic smoke, opening his eyes slowly.“It’s for the best. Due to Mr. Night's reign, Edric has gained leverage for his petty shenanigans. He is trying to hurt Zayne co

THIRD POV***************The air inside the abandoned warehouse was freezing, filled with anticipation. Mr. Night and Edric were present for a meeting.“Fuck! That motherfucker brought Kristine out in public!” Edric slammed his fist down onto the table.He paced like a caged animal. Across from him, Mr. Night sat perfectly straight, completely unbothered. He meticulously cleaned the slide of his customized matte-black gun. “So?” The mask obscured his features, hiding his mysterious face, yet a faint, mocking chuckle escaped.“Are you afraid you cannot attack him secretly like the coward you are, Edric?”“Don’t piss me off, Mr. Night,” Edric hissed, his hand dropping to the holster at his hip.“Why? Because Zayne made the wisest decision?” Mr. Night finally loaded the magazine back into his weapon with a sharp, synchronized click.“Look at you—angry because a woman is now standing in the light,” His ruthless eyes locked Edric in place. Impactful enough to make Edric retreat a st