All Chapters of A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

It was the same night I left Dorian’s organization.Stormy rain, harsh wind and I hated it. Each sound was a mockery. As if the clouds were laughing at me, at how I failed to protect my home.Therefore, I decided to burn every bridge.“Are you sure, Zayne?”“My dignity won’t allow me to stay, Sir.” “If that’s what you want. I will not force you.” Dorian took a deep breath, nodding in agreement. If anything, Dorian was always praised for his justice among his men.“I am willing to take accountability for my father’s actions. Let me know if you need anything. Anything to redeem.” I only gave a sharp nod and left. I walked away from the power, the protection, and the man who once called me family. With only Kieran by my side, I entered the shadows, another side of the underworld entirely foreign to me. A person I never was. An assassin.“Are you sure, Kieran?” Though I had my hesitations and worries.Me? An assassin? That wasn’t the future I had ever imagined for myself.“Trust me,

KRISTINE’S POV*********************The heartwarming sight of my husband Zayne standing at the stove, cooking breakfast for me was too tempting.He was too focused on making a perfect pancake.“Don’t look at me like that,” Zayne spoke without turning around but a smirk came to his lips. “I can feel your judgment from here.”“I’m not judging, Mister. I’m admiring.” I corrected playfully, chin under my palm, grinning at my man.“Though, if you leave it on the pan for another thirty seconds, we’re going to be eating charcoal for breakfast.” I giggled.Zayne turned around, a look of mock offense on his face. He slid the perfectly golden pancake onto a plate and brought it over to me in a dramatic style.“Have some faith in me, sweetheart," “I always have faith in you,” I whispered softly, turning my head to catch his lips with mine in a brief but in-depth kiss.His large hand slid up to caress my cheek with a tenderness that never failed to give me a sensation of cloud-nine.But, slowl

THIRD POV***************Whatever happened had left Dorian on his edge. The frustration and sensation of helplessness was highly undesirable. He hated it. Dorian stood by the window, staring out, his reflection a tense, rigid silhouette against the glass. Soon his patience shattered.“Goddammit!” Across the room, sitting behind a massive desk, Antler didn't even blink.He remained dangerously calm and collected, his dark eyes scanning a line of numbers in a financial ledger. He flipped the page, the movement smooth and unbothered, before he finally spoke, “What happened? Why are you fuming?”“I didn’t realize Zayne would be so—” Dorian turned around furiously, his fists tightly clenched, eyes burning..“Manipulative?” Antler finished the sentence without looking up from his files though a faint smirk lingered on the corner. He made a neat, precise note in the margin.Dorian’s eyes narrowed, a sudden spike of anger flashing through his expression. “You knew.”“Of course.” Antler

KRISTINE’S POV*********************Something was wrong. I had known Zayne for long enough to know he was hiding an objective and I had to reach the depths before it was too late. At night, I decided to confront him without twisting the talks. Before a crack appeared in our marriage, I had to fix whatever damage we could receive. “Zayne…” I called him, applying my moisturizer at night, staring at his reflection in her mirror.He was casually using his phone, scrolling through random videos while leaning against the head of the bed. Utterly unbothered and relaxed in his position.“Hmmm?” “What is it?” I asked vaguely, searching for a shift in his posture or a reaction that could give away the unspoken intent.“Hmm?”I asked firmly this time, “What is it?”“Ah, I can’t tell you, Kristine.” He sighed loudly.Slamming his phone back on the mattress, he straightened his back. Proficiently using my statement for his favor and began to whine.“This much work wasn’t collected when we wen

My attempt no 1 to unshackle his tongue and express his true feelings had failed.Very professionally, very cleverly, he had shifted the topic once again, twirled my mind in such a way, I failed to convince his heart.Dropped to his knees, used his overwhelming love, and like a fool, I had comforted him. “Tsk, dammit.”He hadn't answered the question. Not really. He had just wrapped his obsession in a prettier bow.Because of that, I found myself not actually working but distracted by my failed attempt.“Can’t you arrange these reports properly?!” I yelled at my employee before storming inside my cabin. I bet fumes were emitting from me, warning everyone to not enrage me further, yet one of them was left with no choice but to poke me.​“Ma'am, half of the shipment of our lavender extract has arrived, but there’s a slight delay with the rest—”​“Then why are you standing here telling me about it instead of calling the supplier?” I snapped, shooting a glare in her direction, stifling