All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Present DayNothing was enough anymore.I carve for much more than I already owned.I wanted to be the first thing when she woke, and the last thing before she slept. One night, I was working till late only to receive a video call from Kristine. I picked it up without thinking twice and angled the screen where she could see me.“How long will it take you?” She let out a soft hum, eyes barely opened while hugging the pillow. “I will be home past midnight. You don’t have to stay up late. Sleep. The call stays until I return home.” I passed a faint smile with my eyes fixed on the files.“Are you sure? Am I not distracting you?” I chuckled, “I absolutely agree you are irresistible, Darling. But, for now, witness this affair between your husband and Miss Papers.”She let out a groggy chuckle, “Sounds boring.” Soon she fell asleep, followed by the snores that made me smirk. I decided to record, again. So I could use them to piss her off later in future.On my way home, my eyes fell on t

My mind kept thinking about what happened with Cassandra. But Zayne was nonchalant as he led me deeper into the boutique and continued the shopping.My eyes were on him, trying to study his unfathomable face. “What?” He noticed my stare and raised one brow perfectly, “Why are you looking at me like this?”“Don’t you think we should go home?” I asked quietly. Watching the way people were whispering to each other. They were afraid of us.“I won’t have time for the rest of the week, Kristine. And I want to buy the dress together.” He said coldly. I nodded. Tugging my hair behind my ear to focus on the shopping too. I was going through the trails of dresses again, searching for the perfect gender reveal dress.I pulled a simple, flowy dress in white color and floral print, "What about this one?"Zayne barely looked at it. Instead, his eyes moved to a dress hidden at the back. A masterpiece of ivory lace. It was stunning, but the back was a labyrinth of delicate laces.“This one,” he dec

​The mansion was transformed into white decors and sparkles for the gender reveal. Rose arrived yesterday and was busy with the decorations, she did an amazing job. The party was small with a few close associates. We both wore white, brimming with felicity to finally know the gender.But the bubble felt fragile the moment I saw Antler walk through the door with Rose.I instinctively searched for Zayne who was still busy getting ready. I doubt he would prefer Antler in our home.“I don't think you are on the guest list, Antler.”“I didn't want to come either. But I had a gift to deliver.” Antler replied, his voice rough compared to the polished atmosphere. He jerked a thumb toward Rose who was glaring at him.“And this little bird here is far too afraid of flying in your sky alone.”A crimson shade spread on her cheeks. “I-I never said that, Antler! Stop putting words in my mouth.”​”That is what I understand,” he shrugged, his index finger poking her forehead, making her stumble b

The world stopped. The air left my lungs as I was left with the incapability to react in time. My heart had withered in my chest. I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink.He knew.The word, the reality, alone was enough to horrify me.The atmosphere was tense, darkness was consuming. The longer I sensed his hot breaths on my skin, the longer it was purloining my energy. The hands that had once bathed my feet and massaged my shoulders had converted into a fetter, digging into my skin with a painful force, tearing a whimper from my throat."Zayne... let me explain..." I choked out, but the words felt pathetic, they were completely powerless before the consequences I was going to face.“It’s… it’s not like that…listen to me…” Gulping, I turned and captured an expression of complete ruthlessness on his face. My functions shut down momentarily. His features were no longer beautiful or softened. His refined features were carved out of pure malice. He was no longer my Zayne, more like a p

ZAYNE’S POV*****************The air in the storage house was thick with the scent of gun oil and damp concrete. I sat under a single, flickering bulb, meticulously cleaning the slide of my handgun. Trying to drown out the noise of the world- and the noise in my head.Rose stood beside me. She had been glaring at me for twenty minutes. I did my best to ignore her existence.“Where is Kristine? She isn't picking up her calls. She hasn't come into work for three days,” she demanded, suspicion cleared in her voice along with the venom.“My bride is exactly where she should be,” I replied, not looking up from the weapon.“And where is that, Zayne? Because she doesn't vanish without a word.”“In my home. In my bed.” I paused, finally glancing at her with a look of cold, feigned indifference. “I suggested she take a break from everything. The doctor advised strict bed rest. Her condition is… delicate.”“And her phone? Is that on bed rest too?”Before I could silence her, Antler stepped i