All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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211- Late Realization

“This… this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have come back.” I sobbed wretchedly, tears endlessly streaming down my face.Zayne’s blood shut down all my functioning. At that moment, I found myself losing my very life, my future, my very dreams.Crying hysterically, I held onto his limp body, lowering my head until my forehead rested against his. “Oh, Zayne, my love, I am sorry… I am so sorry.”“This isn’t your fault, Kristine.” Kieran tried to comfort me but to no avail. Nothing in this world could reduce the sting of my soul.“It is, Kieran!” I cried out, holding up my trembling hands, completely stained a horrific crimson with Zayne’s blood. The very sight anguished me more than the gunfire had. “Look what happened to him. Look…”I hung my head low due to dejection, my lips quivering, tears directly spilling down on Zayne’s cheeks. Kieran scoffed, looking out the side window into the dark rain. “Edric is a mad dog who barks at everyone. He would have done it nonetheless.”I shut

212- Trust Your Brother

After Dorian finished giving blood, we sat side-by-side in the stiff plastic waiting chairs. He quietly placed a sandwich and juice on my lap.I stared at my hands, still faintly stained with Zayne’s blood, until the pressure in my chest grew too heavy to bear. “Why are you here?” I asked softly, trying to rub off the blood but they stuck to my skin.“Because you need me,” Dorian answered instantly.His tone devoid of the anger from earlier, carrying only the protective weight of an older brother. “....I have cut all my ties with you–”“Because your husband wanted that.” Dorian interrupted, turning his head to look at me.“You were looking for the tiniest reason to leave me for him.” He threw the reality right on my face in a humorless chuckle.I lowered my head more. I was truly ashamed of the path I was choosing yet I walked on it despite knowing its wrongness.“Don’t look down. I won’t blame you,” Dorian mumbled softly as he reached out, placing his large, warm, and protective ha

213- Hold Each Other’s Hand

THIRD POV:***************Antler was utterly focused on his work until a hand appeared and placed the coffee–just the way he loved it–on the table.He looked up from the screen.Ariana gave him a small smile, “You have been working too hard. Relax.” "Thank you," he cleared his throat, his voice a little rougher than intended. He reached for the mug, but his fingers miscalculated, brushing against hers instead.Both of them froze. Between them, it used to mean Sunday mornings and quiet whispers. Now, it just felt like an accidental electric shock.Ariana pulled her hand back too fast, tucking her fingers into her pockets. “Don't get used to it,” she muttered, “I was getting myself one only.”“Right. Of course.” Antler cleared his throat, suddenly finding the coffee intensely fascinating. “The, uh, tactical reports are coming along.”“Uh-huh.” She nodded and left. Later, they had to neutralize an uproar with the rival gang that escalated into bloodshed.“Fuck,” Antler cursed, hast

214- Doctor Drake Montrose

ZAYNE’S POV******************“Madam left with Sir Dorian.”“Impossible.” My voice came out raspy, echoing in the private room.“Kristine wouldn’t leave with Dorian. Not without telling me. Not when I’m like this.”I tried to shift, but a sharp sting burned across my shoulder blade, forcing a choked hiss from my lips. My pain was always her weakness. She wouldn't have walked away.“How long did she stay?” I demanded.“Until the doctor reassured her that you were out of danger, Boss,” Drew answered, keeping his head low. “Then she walked out. With him.”The news of her leaving was no less than a gut-wrenching betrayal. She had defended me, claimed her shares, called herself a Nightwood—and then she ran straight back to her brother the second I closed my eyes.“Get me my phone,” I snarled, my breathing turning ragged.“Boss, you need to rest—”“I said, get me my fucking phone, Drew!”Drew didn't hesitate this time, quickly handing over the phone. My fingers were stiff, sligh

215- Suffer Alone

The hospital room felt horrible.The silence, the antiseptic smell, it became impossible to breathe. Every corner reminded me she was gone. Kristine couldn't just leave me like this.As if my thoughts weren't tormenting me enough, Kieran pushed himself off the chair.“Well then.” He straightened the cuffs of his shirt before picking up his car keys. “Take care, Zayne.”I frowned. “You're leaving already?”“Of course.” He looked at me as though I'd asked the dumbest question. “Who do you think I am? Your wife?” He paused dramatically before laughing. “—Oh, right. She left.”“Asshole!” I snatched a pen from the bedside table and threw it at him. Without even looking, he caught it between two fingers.He smirked. Showing off his incredible reflexes.“You didn’t have to mock me so badly.”“Couldn't help it.” He twirled the pen lazily. “You look absolutely pathetic when your bride isn't around.” “I can't help it…” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I can't think.”“Hm.” His lips twitched.

216- Trust Your Brother

KRISTINE’S POV*********************The line went dead with a cold click.“Zayne? Zayne, wait—!”I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the black screen in utter disbelief for the next five minutes.‘I am failing. I am a horrible wife.’He had hung up on me. The fury and betrayal in his voice echoed in my head, loud enough to drown out the rain outside.“No, no, no… don't do this to me,” I whispered, my thumbs frantically moving across the screen to redial his number. Once. Twince. Thrice. Then directly to voicemail.His profile picture was not showing either. He had blocked me. My chest seized, a violent wave of panic as I rushed down the stairs and found Dorian knitting a sweater while humming to himself.“Dorian!” “What happened?” He nearly dropped the needles, returning the same panic and jumping from his seat.“Is it an attack?! Is everything alright?!”“It’s Zayne!” Tears dwell in my eyes, hands shaking that the phone dropped from my hands, “He… He…” “No… no, no,no

217- Uncertain

I wanted to trust Dorian. I truly did, but my very soul was relentless. Every ticking second away from the hospital felt like an excruciating punishment. My mind kept looping back to Zayne—his pale skin, his bloody state, the desperate crack before he blocked me. “Please recover quickly. Please be safe and sound.” I prayed to myself all night, curling like a ball with sorrowful eyes.I stared at the empty space beside me. I hated it. I hated how my hand instinctively reached out into the cold sheets, searching for his warmth, only to find absolutely nothing.“Looks like you cannot spend a heartbeat without your husband.” A knock appeared and I found Dorian leaning against the doorframe, observing my shallow form with a smile.“I cannot, Dorian.” I hummed in response, sitting up gradually and pushing my hair behind.“I have grown accustomed to him. I cannot spend a second without thinking of him.”“I can see that.” He sighed before approaching me and taking a seat beside me.For th

218- Patience Ending

Four. Fucking. Days.By the fourth day, I was panicking. My mind was unable to gain peace anywhere. The lack of interaction had led me to my edge. And Zayne? How could he survive without me? How could he spend a moment without talking to me?“I’m leaving today, Dorian! I don't care about your three-day timeline anymore!” I yelled, slamming my teacup onto the dining table.Dorian didn't even look up from his tablet, discussing an important deal with Antler.“You’re staying right here, Kristine.”Their nonchalance infuriated me more. “You…” I grabbed the teaspoon.“Don’t.” Antler and Dorian spoke at the same time, not lifting their eyes from the screen. They were well aware of my habits.“I have called that blue monster Saphira from your home. Hug it for now.” Antler teased, lifting his eyes at me with a joyous expression.“In fact, go and introduce her to your old dragon friends too. Go. Play.” Dorian added, returning a smirk too.Stop being hysterical, Kristine. You requested this

219- Earning Forgiveness

My words were the only permission he needed to unleash his desires. I didn’t have time to catch my breath, let alone to think.Zayne’s mouth left mine only long enough for him to spin me around and throw me onto the bed. “Zayne–” My words were left hanging. I wanted to scold him for being so rash under his condition but his mind had stopped functioning at the moment.So did mine.For a moment, the moment of our first intimacy, on this very bed, flashed before my eyes. And it made me smile.“Do you remember–” Before I could plop on my elbows, he was over me, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, enjoying the sight. “Off.” He ordered. His eyes slowly dragged over my body. His command required my absolute obedience which I was happy to provide.I removed my shirt and pyjamas, left only in my undergarment, hungrily pulling the shirt down from his shoulders.I carefully ran my hand over his shoulder, loving how his body stiffened under my finger, leading it down to his belt.I began to unbuc

220- Utterly Alone

ZAYNE’S POV******************After we cleaned ourselves up. I was lying on the bed on my stomach, unable to suppress the constant hisses of pain.In my desperation to mark her as mine, I had pulled a stitch—maybe two.‘Shit. Drake is going to be so fucking pissed.’“You didn’t even let me warn you.” Kristine muttered, changing my bandages with a frown I found adorable.“I was too busy to reclaim my dragon.” I chuckled huskily. Her frown deepened, and in her irritation, she unintentionally pulled the fresh bandage a little too tight over the wound. A gasp came from my throat, my body instinctively flinching away from her touch. “Argh—do it gently, wife,” I scolded, turning my head to shoot her a fake, pouting look. “How could you hurt your already hurt husband?”“You deserve more.”Her words instantly pissed me off, the lingering bitterness spiking again.“Oh? I do?” I turned slightly, furrowing my brows, “Who left me when I was fucking shot and in pain?”“Dorian… asked me to tru

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