تسجيل الدخولAll four of us were gathered around the central table for tea—Carmine sitting close to Dorian, and Kristine beside me.My mind was still processing the full weight of the truth. The haze was still there, but I knew I had to get used to the sight of this reality.Eventually, Dorian broke the silence. “So what now, Zayne?”“What what?” I asked casually, feeding Krisitne was bite of her cake. Dorian set his coffee mug down, leaning back in his chair with a calculating expression. “What are you going to do now?” “I don’t understand.” I turned to him slowly, knitting my brows together, “Do what?”“You have been shot.” He pointed at my shoulder, then towards Kristine. “Kristine’s security is compromised too.”Kristine and I exchange worried glances. I could already tell where this was going to lead. “Ever since you have left. You are nothing but a victim and a target.” Dorian reminded me strictly. I placed the spoon down, looking him dead in the eyes.“I left for good.”No matter how t
“How should I beg you for forgiveness after everything I did?” “Zayne—” The moment those words left my mouth, my knees gave up on me. I hit the floor right in front of her, my hands clinging desperately to the hem of her clothes. “Everything is lost, Kristine. I have lost it all…”Her desperate voice came, “No, you haven’t, Zayne. Everything is still here.”“No, it’s not!” After endless struggles, a sob escaped my lips, a signal I had become unable to carry this weight. “I… I have lost my dignity. How can I look at myself in the mirror?” She froze, searching for the right words for my comfort, holding my face in her hands. “I’m sorry… Kristine, I’m so fucking sorry…” I wept, burying my face in her palm. My body ended up trembling violently, not daring to greet her eyes. “I forced you… I turned you against Dorian… I forced you into my revenge…” I cried out as tears flooded my face, my wretched voice dispersing in the air.“I dragged you into my hell when you did nothing wrong!
KRISTINE’S POV*********************Zayne and Carmine were still upstairs in the bedroom. I genuinely hoped they were sharing a heartfelt moment. To place all the hatred behind so we all could begin anew with no more secrets.“Do you think he will forgive you after that?” I asked Dorian, who was casually scrolling through his phone. He seemed absurdly calm for a husband who had just been reunited with his wife after three whole years. Or maybe it was just me, so used to Zayne's extreme, tempestuous reactions that normal composure looked bizarre. “He has to. I had cut the very roots of his hatred.” He shrugged.Turning off the screen and giving me a reassuring smile, pinching my cheeks.“See. I told you, trust me.”Folding my arms at my chest, I took a step towards him.“Did you truly not see her for three years?”“No,” he replied nonchalantly. “I didn’t. I couldn’t risk her safety.”I stared at him for a solid minute, scanning his face up and down. My expression slowly twisted in
I stood near the edge of her mattress, not removing my eyes from Carmine’s unconscious form, desperately waiting for her to wake up.Her doctor said it was the result of her extreme emotional shock… which meant he had recognized me. Slowly, Carmine began to shift uncomfortably, letting out a groan, her eyes opening. “Argh…”“Carmine?” I panicked.“Carmine, can you hear me?” I asked hurriedly.My hands hovering inches from her face, still hesitant to touch her.“Do you… do you know who I am?” Her sapphire eyes blinked, focusing slowly on my face before widening.The ignorance from before was gone, replaced by a flood of overwhelming awareness. “Zayne…” she whimpered, her voice cracking.Her eyes narrowed, a screen of tears blurring her vision.Before I could say another word, she sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in my chest. “I remember… Zayne… my brother…” She sobbed, her whole body shaking as she clutched at my shirt with a desperate grip.“You’re ali
A week.Seven days. One hundred and seventy five hours.Every passing second was mocking my sanity. I paced across the living room for the hundredth time, dragging a hand through my hair before turning around and repeating the same path all over again.“Zayne. I am your brother, Hello– No dammit.” She was alive.Carmine was alive.The thought still refused to settle inside my head.“Zayne. Carmine. Siblings. We. Together.” “She is not illiterate, Zayne.” Kristine's gentle voice interrupted my restless thoughts.“Right…” I exhaled, breathless, clutching my heart. “Right, right. Hello Carmine. I am…”“Your only brother. Zayne Nightwood.” Kristine completed my words for me, instructing me. “Your… only brother… Zayne.” The words rolled heavily on my tongue. For years, I had forgotten the sensation of it.“What if she doesn't come?” I muttered and began my pacing again.“What if something happens on the way? What if Dorian changes his mind? What if—”“Zayne.”She stood in front of me,
ZAYNE’S POV******************To say I was shocked would be an understatement. An abysmal darkness had taken over my ability to think and react.Taking a step back from pure horror, I no longer knew what to believe. Was I living in ignorance all this time?“How… when…” At a loss of words, my steps stumbled and I fell onto the couch, hanging my head low.My hands were violently trembling. My lips were parted but they failed to form a proper sentence. “Edric knew I gave the order to assassinate his family.” Dorian took a pause, letting the words sink in.“So he decided to kill the woman I married… secretly.” “...You married her?” My voice came out like a shriek this time when hit by another shock. “When?” “On the very day of the attack.” A tear fell from my eyes, hiding my face in my hands. I found myself a failure as a brother. That was the information I should have known. But here I was, listening to secrets that never crossed my mind.“The news reached Edric. Hence the attac
KRISTINE’S POV*********************Though I was completely against it. My fury was at its peak yet for the sake of old ties, I agreed. I foolishly believed- at least save something.Maybe connecting with Delphi might help me overcome this sting. “Don’t back away from your words. Wouldn’t dare to
The weight of the keys in my hands was too much. The slightest perception of encasing Kristine like a prisoner was highly undesirable.But, she had left me with no choice. Gritting my teeth to control myself, I pushed the door opened. Strangely, the room was quiet with unsettling feelings. “Krist
The darkness didn't last long enough to let me settle and adjust to the agonizing reality thrown over my heart. Consciousness gave a way to a throbbing, relentless pressure behind my eyes. My body was numbed, my eyes heavy but I was in my senses.Suffocated by the scent. The fragrance made for him
Earlier:Viper Estate.A place overflowing with opulence and vintage treasure, Emeric Herald, in his immaculate form, was sitting in his expensive couch.“Hmm. What should I do to clean this up?” Emeric murmured.His gaze tracing the photos of the safehouses that Zayne was going to crumble into not







