All Chapters of His Innocent Sera: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Nate woke up to incoherent murmurs. The second thing to register was the excruciating pain hammering his head. Then, a hand found his forehead, caressing it with familiar gentleness. He recognized it immediately. His mom. "He is waking up," he heard his mom say, her voice croaky but tinged with hope. His eyes fluttered open to find his mom leaning over him, her eyes glossy. "Mom," he murmured, as the haze in his vision slowly sharpened into clarity. Her lips curved into a gentle smile, a sense of relief flicker through her features. "I am right here," she replied, her hand resting tenderly on his head. Nate met her eyes briefly before his gaze shifted, searching the space around them. The room was empty except for Killian, who was seated silently beside Ara. A sinking feeling that he might have already lost her settled in his stomach. "Where is she?" he demanded, eyes locked on his dad. "Don't exert yourself, Nate. Rest a little. You need it," Ara intervened, dodging his q

He slipped off his jacket, his gaze absently drifting towards the table clock. That perpetual dull ache in his heart intensified as he noticed the date. Another day without her. Nine years had gone by. She was still out of his sight. Out of his reach. He pushed through the pain and exhaustion, trained relentlessly each day, every waking moment. His every breath tightknitted with the vow to claim the throne and assume the power he was born to possess. Over the years, he sculpted himself into the deserving heir of Italy's throne. But his hunger for power wasn't the drive anymore. What drove him now was a desperate, unyielding need to find her. To see her. And his child. He knew his dad wouldn't help him, he had to do it himself. And for that, he needed power, lots of power. He took his clothes off, muscles flexing with each movement, and walked into the shower. The droplets hit his skin, kissing the hard edges of his ripped muscles. The shiny marble covering the wall reflected his fa

She packed all the essentials in her bag and headed out. They were going to perform at a charity event for blind institutions. The rumbling of the clouds caught her attention as she stepped out of her building. The woman glanced up to see large chunks of clouds drifting and merging in the sky. It probably was going to rain. But she couldn't say it with certainty. The weather here was unpredictable. She visited her nearby church like always before setting out for work. Her relationship with God had strengthened all these years—her only constant. Today felt different, and she wasn't sure why. Something strange stirred the air of London. She couldn't name what it was, but it felt eerily familiar. After offering her prayer, she took the bus to her academy, and from there she left for the venue with her group. The event was happening in an open area. The event was about to start soon. She changed into her outfit, a strange feeling lingering with her the entire time. Their performance

He roughly seized her upper arm and pulled her off him.Sera raised her eyes only to find him gazing down at her, his mouth pressed in a thin line. Disappointment and fear filled her instantly. He caught her again. She searched his eyes for intent, but they were shut to her now. inaccessible. Impenetrable. Gulping back the ball of dread, she demanded, "Leave me." A muscle in his jaw ticked. His grip turned brutal, squeezing like a vice as he dragged her back the way she had tried to escape. His robust strength mocked her weak struggle, thwarting her resistance with no effort. He made her follow him despite her aversion. "Let me go," she spat, a mix of desperation and frustration laced her voice. She knew it was useless. Still, she fought him because doing nothing would mean accepting his oppression. He forced her into a room and shoved her to the floor without a second thought. The woman whimpered as she hit the floor. But recovering quickly, she jerked her head up and found him

Those blue eyes hadn't changed a bit. Still carrying that breathtaking innocence, untouched by the cruelty of the world. And he hated it. He hated the quiet naivety that still lived in those eyes. He hated how they still held the power to derail his every guarded thought with just one glance. Damn those eyes and damn their owner who betrayed him when he was hopelessly attached to her.He loomed over her, pleased by their height difference. So fucking small and fragile, it baffled him as to how she even managed to go so long on her own. She wasn't a warrior, she wasn't meant to fight. Her power was in her softness. She was meant to sit beside her man, be his inspiration, be his ride or die, while he claimed both earth and sky for her. A mix of longing and ache gripped his heart at the thought. She literally had everything in her palm, but she threw it all away without a second thought.He staggered inside, fighting the pull of liquor in his veins. The room allotted to her was next to h