All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ZAYNE’S POV*****************It was a silent warning. The moment Kristine informed me about his undesirable arrival, I knew he came as an attempt to shake my core. But, he wished I was this easy to defeat.I only hope it was as Kristine said, and that motherfucker hadn’t said something he shouldn't. Else, the only option left for me would be cutting his tongue off so he wouldn’t go spouting nonsense out of that filthy mouth. “Do you see it now?” Edric sneered the moment I stepped into Kristine’s parking lot. He looked pathetic, smelling of stale smoke and defeat, but he knew I would come for preventive measures.“Do you see it now how easy it is for me to interrupt and shake the foundations of your beautiful marriage, Zayne?”“Attempts as weak as this one aren’t enough to reach me, nor are you this type of man. You don’t threaten, I know. So what made you come crawling?” “I am just sour,” He spat, shrugging his shoulders before standing right before me. His eyes darkened, this

“As per your orders, I have married Mrs. Nightwood. She is entirely under my protection until you return, Sir.”In this high-end cell, I informed the man behind the bar. This was a place where ‘prison’ was merely a luxury suite for first-class criminals, tucked away from the prying eyes of the world.Before me stood a man with dangerously familiar gray eyes but much ruthless, darker. A cold buried in a gaze that had consumed darkness for satisfaction.Dorian Iglesias, among the deadliest mafia leaders, the shadow of the underworld. To the world, even his own blood, serving his sentence. But, in reality, concealed himself from the eyes of his bloodthirsty enemies. Enjoying a so-called reprieve and permitting his ‘dogs’ work for him. I was inclined on my chair watching him lifting heavy deadweights, working on his already ripped, scarred body, passing time behind the bars. Though those bars meant nothing to him. He crossed them whenever he desired, an ultimate middle finger to the la

The argument started over something trivial that night- A dinner with a client and friend from my university days. A man Zayne deemed ‘unnecessary’ to my current life.“It’s just an hour, Zayne. And I am not going to catch up. It’s for my company.”Maintaining a controlled smile, I was setting his tie. My expressions were soft while he was getting ready for work.“He can help me. He has data on the new synthetics I am looking for. It's for my company, Zayne.”Zayne tried to maintain a smile which was fading by each passing second, he was losing patience with me.He caught my wrists, bringing them to his lips for a soft kiss. “Sweetheart. I’ve already told you, my team can get it for you. You certainly have better things to do, don’t you?” He tried to reason as gently as possible.I whined, “But, I want to do this myself, Zayne. Come on,”“I’m asking you to stay because I care. About you, about us.”He raised his brows expectantly, his smile twitching at the end as he tried to tuck m

KRISTINE’S POV********************“What?” I got frustrated when Rose was observing me, “Why are you staring at me like this?”I expected a night of generator-like laughter, fun times like always but it was absent tonight.“Kristine…”“Don’t you think it’s a problem that you need Zayne’s permission for every little thing? I mean, what is he? Your jailer?”The word jailer hardly struck me on how disappointed he was, causing me to flinch.“Don’t call him that,” I snapped, instantly defending him.“He is anything but a jailer. He cares for me and this baby, Rose. He’s trying to keep us safe.”She took a slow sip of her drink, commenting sourly, “He is slowly making sure you have no one else to turn to but him.”“Because I don’t.” I scoffed, “In fact. I came to him because I had no one. Did you forget that?” “But–”“I was at my lowest, pregnant, alone, got cheated, and burning with a need for revenge, Rose. Zayne saved me.”Every word she spoke against Zayne was outrageous to me. My to

“You think eradicating the existence of Miss Iglesias is this smooth?” Another one died by me. Not by her guards. Not by her supposed protector but by me. I worked to save her life harder than those lazy suckers.While Antler worked the legal and underworld channels to get that price off her head, I worked the rooftops. I left a trail of bodies in the alleyways she passed- men with snipers, men with poison, men who thought Kristine Iglesias was an easy payday. But, they didn’t realize the target was already claimed by another predator much more fatal than them because I had the hand of the leader of Black Rose Legion over my head. “Tsk. Fools.” I scoffed.My rifle was set, watching her from afar, wallowing in the very sight.I kept my eye on the woman through the scope, mesmerized by her. She was a perfect cover for the monster I was becoming.“Wrong target again, Zayne.” Sitting beside me, Kieran was indulging in his cigar, exhaling the smoke in the air. “We are here for the