All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ZAYNE’S POV******************After an exhausting day at work, I returned home and freshened up. My steps searching for my exquisite bride only to find her in the garden.Enjoying her tea and cake, staring at the swing near the fountain with a strange focus.Smirking, I snuck behind her, covering her eyes, “Who’s this?”“Hmmm. Let me think.” She giggled, holding her chin.“I am confused. Is it Mr. Nightwood? Or my Knight? Or… the father of my future children– Oh, I know!” The titles exhilarated me. The grin was never-ending, causing me to chuckle too as she clapped and grasped my wrists in a gentle grip.“All of it. My man. My Zayne.” Removing my hand, she pulled me down, planting a brief but in-depth kiss on my lips, “Welcome home, Love.”“Correct.” I winked, taking a seat beside her, my hand resting protectively on her shoulder, encasing her next to me.“So, what are you doing here?” I asked casually. “Hmmm. I am thinking of buying a swing.” She mumbled, narrowing her eyes conte

I led my heavy steps toward the front door, I found Kristine already waiting in the hall. One look of her perturbation on her face told me the news had traveled faster than I had.“Zayne!” she called, rushing to my side. She grabbed my arms, her eyes scanning me frantically.“What is happening? I got a call from the bank… then the news… Zayne, this is ridiculous! How?”She was extremely distressed, leading me inside while I kept my head low, unsure how to look her in the eyes. “Edric did this. That bastard is trying to ruin me.” I mumbled.Curling my hand in a powerless fist, gritting my teeth yet the sensation of being defeated was immense– a suffocating weight.“That motherfucker… May even worse happen to him.” She muttered, helping me take a seat, giving my shoulder a pat.“Are- Are you alright? Sit down, I will bring you water.”I nodded numbly. A moment later, she pressed a glass of cold water into my hand, “Here. Drink.”“Thanks.” I whispered weakly, taking slow sips.Each sip

I spent most of the Sunday morning staring out the window, watching the world move while I remained stagnant. How…exasperating.The weight of my uselessness dragged me deeper into a pit of resentment for myself, ruining my whole mood.By evening, I was slumped on the sofa, lost in a dark cycle of "what-ifs," when the air changed, thick with perfume and dark intentions.She was wearing delicate black lingerie, the one that made my throat go dry. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, hips swayed as she approached me. My pulse spiked. Fuck, she looked incredible.“Kristine… I don’t think—” I started, already shifting away slightly, averting my gaze.“Oh, hush.” She cut me off smoothly, settling on my lap before I could finish the sentence. Her hands against my chest, lips brushing against my ear. “You’re so lost nowadays.”I swallowed hard, my hands instinctively resting on her waist, to keep her steady and not eradicate distances.“You… you’re on your periods—”“Ended yesterday,”

KRISTINE’S POV*********************How could I convince Zayne that I was not going to abandon him? How could I make him understand we were together in this? That he was no longer alone nor did he have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders?“Zayne….” I called, tracing random patterns on his chest when he was facing me, eyes barely opened.“Hmmm?”“I love you.” I whispered, kissing the tip of his nose.He replied coldly, “I love you too.” “Zayne, look at me. What is it?”“Nothing.” He muttered.Frowning at his tone, I sat up straight, pulling his shirt to wake him up and hold his face, forcing him to stare at me.He kept his gaze away, distressful. For the time being, a war within himself before unshackling the lock on his tongue.“Since the start, I am not used to being so… free. Either looking after you, doing a small job, or being a… Hunter. I always had a load of work over my head, Krisitne.” He confessed.My heart clenched to hear that. I kept holding him, ensuring

KIERAN’S POV:*******************Edric surely had a death wish or something. To appear before Zayne with his malicious amusement and the idea of indulging in his misery.Maybe he was dying for a punch or two.Zayne emitted a lethal energy, the urge to rip him appeared crystal-clear in his eyes. He loaded a fist, prepared.“What’s with that look? What are you going to do huh? Oh wait– You can’t do shit.” Edric snickered, testing him. Forgetting the fact, ‘I’ was there too and Zayne wasn’t vulnerable. At least not when I was by his side. “Is that why you are here? For this pathetic comment?” Zayne rolled his eyes off, controlling his fury for the time being.“No. I am actually here to indulge in your misery. This suits you. Put you where you belong. Inferior.” He kept grinning wickedly.Edric was dying to play with fire. It won’t be long before Zayne launches an attack now. “So how does it feel? How will it take you to sit at Dorian’s feet and beg to have a position?” “You…” He too