All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

With the scent of gunpowder still lingering to my skin, the rush of adrenaline was pumping, the sight of Amie’s fall induced a sadistic satisfaction in me.We were in Kieran’s private lounge, waiting for the jet to be prepared so we could return and here I sat with a hefty decision. Staring into nothingness, calculating how to confront the mess I left behind. I had endless methods to get rid of it quietly and harshly. “Was it necessary?” My trail of unwanted thoughts was broken when Kieran asked. He poured himself a drink, placing his legs on the table. “Everyone and everything that hurts my Darling must not exist,” I declared unwaveringly.That was the purpose of my life now. A dark smirk came to Kieran’s lips, taking a sip of his drink. He knew, just wanted to hear me accept it. Resting my head back, I was staring at the ceiling with a malicious satisfaction.“What you have done, it will invite nothing but chaos. Now that you have killed Edric’s bride, he will come for yours.”

I stood motionless, my breaths unstable, the intensity of his eyes locked me, frightening me each passing second. My eyes were locked on the ground, my heart thumping madly.I fidgeted my fingers around my dress, wondering what he wanted me to do for his satisfaction. “Take it and come to me,” he ordered, pointing at the box on the bed. I gulped, receiving terrible omen of what he would do to me, but followed the instruction nonetheless.When I was right in front of him, Zayne opened the box.Only to reveal a black leather collar with a golden buckle. As beautiful as it was, all it did was scare me.He couldn’t be serious, right?My eyes went wide, that collar was a leash he bought to tame me. It was going to be a nightmare.“If you want to be my wife,” Zayne whispered, his voice piercing, motioning me with his index finger to lean forward. “You will accept the mark of your owner.”“O-Owner…?” Disappointment crossed my face, feeling insulted.His brows furrowed, “Am I not the rule

Zayne might have let Carmine live but the heftiness still lingered in the home. The silence had gobbled the walls. The place where we were once laughing, had become a silent tomb. Everything was becoming hollow and the distant feeling was suffocating me. Yet for the sake of reviving I once lost, I poured all my attention into being a ‘good’ wife. I was tending to his needs before he could utter them, my devotion had reached its peak. I wanted him to look at me with affection, for that, I could do anything.Zayne was sitting in the library, his eyes fixed on a book, biting onto his biscuit. “Where is my–” He began.“Here is your tea, Zayne. Exactly how you like it,” I interrupted softly, placing the cup on the side table. I had been standing in the kitchen for ten minutes for that tea, to ensure it was exactly to his preference. I stood beside for the next ten seconds, waiting for a comment, to know if it was alright. He only blinked and took a sip. “Is- is it okay?”“Hmm.”He

ZAYNE’S POV*****************We were in Kieran’s strip club, a place where morality came to die, and tonight, the entertainment was a personal project of Kieran's. In the VIP lounge where the air was thick with the scent of cigars, smoke filling the air, loud music cutting us from the outside world and the troubles.I arranged the white powder on the table using my credit card, inhaling the drug to stun my mind to the deepest depth of ecstasy.“Argh.. fuck. Your stuff is the… best, Kieran.” I laughed huskily, losing my breaths before straightening my back, letting the drug settle in me.“I know,” Kieran laughed as he was forcing that elite billionaire’s wife he seduced at Edric’s wedding to strip dance. The woman was completely humiliated, tears streaming down her face while Kieran held a ruthless smirk on his face, opening the bottle of his champagne after shaking it.The booze fell on the woman who was barely able to endure the defiling sensation. Emitting soft sobs as her one mi

I had spent the night watching Zayne sleeping, knocking heartwarming feelings in my chest which I knew were a result of the drug not truly his emotions.Yet the echoes of his whispered confessions played on a loop in my mind. “I hate hurting you.” “I had to be the villain.” But when his eyes finally opened, his sapphire eyes were no longer glazed with ecstasy or childishness. It was clouded with a dark, infuriated frown.“Fuck…. My head.” He growled, slamming his hand down, holding his head due to the after effects. I moved quietly, bringing him a tray with a glass of water, and the strong migraine medication I knew his body would crave after such a night."Here," I whispered, holding out the glass, trying to sound lively."It will help with the headache."Zayne groaned, covering his eyes with the back of his hand. Whining constantly to himself. He took the pills in silence, his movements stiff, the discontent plastered on his features. "I'm taking the day off," he muttered, his v