Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Every time I looked at the headlines- The Nightwood Protector, #TheFlawlessCouple- A strange, fierce pride tightened in my chest.The look of victory was etched on my features. Although on the way back home, I kept wondering about his last statement to the public.Knight… I think I had some link to this title. When we were back home, the air was quiet, but it wasn't suffocating anymore. It was soft. Holding a cup of coffee, I was staring out of the window. Zayne discarded his coat and loosened his tie, looking weary but satisfied. I felt his presence behind me, the familiar, irresistible, heat of him, before he even touched me.His large hands smoothly around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. His heartbeat was a steady hum against my back as his hot breath was resonating in my ears."Are you happy, Kristine?" he mumbled, kissing my shoulder for at least ten seconds where his grip got tighter by each passing second.“Did I make Mrs. Nightwood happy?” His voice tr

“Huff. Finally, we are home,” I chuckled, finally gaining comfort I had been craving as we walked into the lounge. But, to our uttermost surprise, we found an unexpected guest.The caretaker of the Iglesias legacy- the man who kept the bloodline’s secrets buried and its enemies silenced. Antler.Sitting in Rose’s favorite armchair, completely relaxed, “Well, well, look who’s home.” He mocked, “How is the newly found leash working?” I had abandoned that world, but looking at him now, I realized that the world hadn't abandoned me."How did you get in here, Antler?" I demanded, my hand instinctively dropping to the bracelet on my wrist."The same way I do everything.” He stood up, the usual danger. He didn't look at me at first, his gaze flickered to Rose, pressing on his words, “Quietly."I exchanged a look with Rose who was also baffled and hissed at him, “Aren’t you done? Wasn’t the drama at the boutique enough for you, Antler?” Antler maintained the intense eye-contact with Rose,

“Kieran?” His name left my throat as a shaky whisper. I stood paralyzed, blinking as the adrenaline that had been fueling my hunt turned into disbelief. It was definitely this playboy.That… motherfu…Kieran Montrose. My best friend. The Leader of the Black Rose legion. The biggest drug dealer of the states.In his usual black shirt with three buttons open, revealing his ancestral pendant and ripped, scarred chest. His darky silky hair a mess, gracefully falling on his face as he rose slowly.“One wrong move after another.” His deep voice was low, judgmental, echoed in the vast hall.He descended the stairs, his aura expanding until it dominated the air I was trying to breathe. He stopped inches from me, leaning in to whisper with compassionate cruelty.“Where is my Hunter? What have you done to yourself? You are just a… senseless husband. Where is your mind?”“What the fuck was that!?” I let out the struck breath, hitting his chest for the horrendous prank he pulled on me. How c

KRISTINE’S POV*****************The sunlight grew bright, I was getting hungry but felt too lazy to move. In fact, Zayne washed me after our mind-bending fuck that broke my will.Honestly, all on my mind was the pleasure I was receiving. I would have agreed but I wanted to… push him past the limit, for my dark fantasy.I lay on his arm, using my phone while he was watching random online videos. I was getting bored until my phone buzzed: ‘Hope you are enjoying the surprise, babe! Zayne really went all out, No?’Rose text. A surprise? My stomach twisted. The men who came to the door had been professional, cold. Kieran had been... terrifying. It didn’t feel like a romantic gesture. But when I looked at Zayne, he just was nonchalant, thumb brushing over my skin from time to time to affirm my warmth.“Zayne…”“Hmm?”“Did Kieran tell you about his return and the gift?” I asked casually, putting my phone away and snatching his away as well. “Of course he did.” He shrugged, capturing my b

The fact that Zayne was popular among women due to his looks, success and personality was not hidden. He had gained endless admirers on his journey to reach the list of top-businessmen.Would me being one of them make a difference?During breakfast, my eggs laid coldly on the plate due to me being extremely busy admiring my husband. Looking devilishly immaculate in his navy suit jacket. His sapphire gaze utterly focused on his coffee while reading news. Enjoying the comfortable silence.From his well-trimmed beard to his graceful gestures, all was compelling me to stare in mesmerization.What was happening to me?Things were blooming in a way that resistance became impossible. Soon, he took the last sip and placed the mug down with a faint but impish smirk playing on his lips.“Stare a little longer and I might lose my composure,” I tried to hide my smile by taking a sip of my juice and mumbled, “That will only make you more enticing.”He stopped. His brows furrowed as if he was b