All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ZAYNE’S POV******************I had promised Kristine we would visit Rose today. She had been vibrating with excitement all morning, I was clutching a bag full of gifts she got for Rose from Hawaii.“Here you go, Darling, just as I promised.” I grinned when we were reaching her apartment.“Yay!” She beamed, unlocking the door being the half-owner of that luxurious apartment and pushed the door open.We entered the apartment. I placed the gifts on the counter, expecting a quiet morning of tea and chatter of the friends. Instead, we were greeted by the smell of whiskey and the sight of a large, unconscious man lying across Rose’s floral couch.“Huh? What the fuck?”Kristine froze. Her excitement died. Replaced by profound confusion that quickly turned into boiling anger.Her hand curled in a fist, sensing that quickly, I rushed to her side to hold her if she snapped his head open by throwing a vase.Despite the fun of it, I needed that man for the management."Is that..." she started,

Who were they? What do they want from me?Breathless, I was absolutely scared to imagine what these people intended to do with me or my Carmine.The inexplicable amount of dread rushing in my veins made me dizzy. My body began to throb by the rough grabbing already. “Why are you doing this?! What do you want? I will give you anything–” I snarled, attempting to remain strong but my hand remained fretfully on my stomach.“Shut up.”I was shaking violently, panic was created outside, people were in a rush, no one was going to come for me as they pushed me forward and my head hit the concrete pillar, turning my senses in a blur."Argh!” I screamed in pain, holding my head that began to bleed, tearing a sobbing from my throat.“What… What do you want?" I gulped, losing my balance, “What is the meaning of this?”I sobbed as one of them grabbed the back of my head painfully to the point I winced, endeavoring in their harsh grip but there were five of them with a crest of a sparrow on their

ZAYNE’S POV******************No, no, no, this can’t be. My marriage, my revenge, my future, my happiness, my vow. Heck, my redemption to redeem my sister’s disappearance was dependent on that baby.Carmine wasn't just a piece of flesh inside Kristine, she was my daughter, my successor. She was the key of the shackles that caged me to a burned ground. She was more important than they could have fathomed.“Fuck… no…” A weak gasp liberated from my lips, losing my breaths. Pushing my hair behind, a screen of tears forming in my wide eyes as my back pressed against the wall. My lips were quivering, losing my strength.“Sir–” Elijah held his hand out to hold me but I put my hands up in the air, refusing his support, knowing I would kill him in a spur of wrath and anguish.I remained in my place until the staff came to shift Kristine to another room for the D&C. My heart sank at the mention of it.“Kr-Kristine.” I called out, my hand extending to her bruised form affectedly to touch he

My heart was crushed. To drag my feet on the ground became a difficult task. The loss was for both of us yet why did I receive such coldness?With an empty and heartbroken gaze, I left the room. What else could I do? I didn't want to increase her stress, not wanting to find glaring at me.Kieran was outside, against the white wall, arms folded at his chest. He was already calculating everything at the back of his mind because I was too exhausted to do so.“How is she?”“How else? Devastated.” I chuckled dryly, falling on the first seat I found, impotent to hold my strength anymore.His expression softened when he saw the wreckage. Straightened his back and came to my side.He sat down beside me, my head was hanging low, my fingers tangled in my locks, pulling them as the miserable atmosphere of the hospital worsened everything for me. Kieran placed his hand over my shoulder, “It’s going to be alright, Zayne.” He whispered."I… I never meant for this to happen, Kieran," I let out a

We returned to the Nightwood Mansion with nothing. The lack of kicking, of the movement inside me broke my heart. My body throbbed yet nothing was comparable to the scar on my heart. Every corner of the house seemed to call for a heartbeat that was no longer there.It was too painful for me to go through. My feet moved instinctively, pulling me toward the door at the end of the hallway. The nursery, Zayne had painted it pastel pink, professional artists drew pretty flowers on the walls.We were decorating it with all our hearts. Now all that remained there was… emptiness.I sat on the floor of the nursery. My back against the crib, an empty smile plastered on my lips. I reached out and touched a small, slightly burned, knitted pair of booties resting on the changing table. I burned that bag Antler brought but I saved that specific pair of hand-knitted booties.I knew he knitted them himself for her. I kept it, I didn’t know why, but I did. The gifts from the gender reveal were