Semua Bab His innocent weakness : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Mark’s POVThe night bled into morning, and still, no sign of my sister.The house felt emptier with every passing hour. I paced the hall like a madman, back and forth, my fists clenching and unclenching until my palms ached. Nico sat on the couch across from me, his elbows on his knees, his head bent low, saying nothing.We’d been at this all night. Searching. Calling. Asking around. Nothing.Missy’s phone was still here, lying cold on her nightstand, useless. She’d slipped away without a word, without a trace, and every second I couldn’t find her was another second my mind painted her dead in a ditch, trapped in some alley, or worse in Alexander’s hands.“Fuck,” I muttered for the hundredth time, dragging both hands through my hair.Nico looked up, his eyes red and tired, but sharp. “She’ll come back.”I froze, then glared at him. “How the hell do you know that?”He didn’t answer right away, just stared at me with that cold, quiet way of his. Like he understood something I didn’t.

Mark’s Point of ViewI couldn’t breathe when I saw her step out of Dimitri’s car.All night, Nico and I had searched every corner of the damn city, worried sick, only for her to stroll home with him. My chest tightened, fury bubbling up, my jaw locking so hard I thought my teeth might break.Missy froze the second her eyes met mine. She knew. She knew she’d crossed a line.“Inside. Now,” I barked, my voice sharp as a blade.She flinched but obeyed, slipping past me without a word. Dimitri stayed outside, that smug, unreadable expression still etched on his face. Nico said something low to him, but I didn’t care. My focus was on my sister.I followed her inside, shutting the door so hard the walls shook.She stood in the hallway, hoodie pulled low, arms wrapped around herself like she was the one who had the right to feel defensive.“What the hell was that?” I snapped.Missy didn’t answer right away. She tugged at her sleeve, avoiding my eyes, like a guilty kid caught sneaking out.

Alexander’s Point of View –The whiskey was gone. My glass lay empty on the desk, catching the low glow of the lamp like a hollow reminder of how empty everything felt without her. Missy. Always Missy.Her name beat like a pulse in my skull. I could taste her in my thoughts, hear her in the silence. She was everywhere yet never mine. Not truly. Not yet.I leaned over the desk, palms pressing into the scattered papers I had filled with her life. Not just her name her habits. Her routines. Her secret escapes. The lines of her existence mapped out in black ink, as if I could pin her down on paper if not in reality.I had been patient. Too patient. Watching her fall into Nico’s guilt-ridden shadow. Watching her cradle Dimitri’s wounds as though he deserved her comfort. Watching her brother Mark cling to her like she was some fragile child who needed chains to survive.But Missy wasn’t fragile. She wasn’t a child. She was mine.And it was time I stopped waiting.I dragged my finger along

Alexander’s Point of View The night smelled of rain.The kind that came after too many quiet days—the kind that carried warnings. The streets glistened under a thin sheet of water, and somewhere in the distance, thunder rolled lazily, a reminder that the world still had a pulse even when mine was trapped between fury and obsession.I stood beside my car, engine off, the faint ticking of the cooling metal the only sound. My hands rested against the steering wheel, my jaw locked tight. I could feel it the weight of what I was about to do. The storm inside me wasn’t just from the sky; it was from her. Missy.I told myself this wasn’t kidnapping. No. This was correction. Fate simply needed a little push.Dimitri thought he could take her. Nico thought he could protect her.But I was the one who saw her. The way she fought against her fears, the way she tried to keep her heart steady even when her world was shaking. She was light wrapped in trembling hands, and I couldn’t wouldn’t let

Nico’s Point of ViewThe first thing I noticed when I walked into the house was the silence.It wasn’t the calm kind of silence it was the kind that pressed down on you, heavy and wrong. Every light was still on, Missy’s door slightly open, her jacket still hanging by the wall. I froze for a second, my gut already twisting.Something wasn’t right.“Mark?” I called, voice echoing faintly through the hallway.No answer.I stepped further in, glancing around. Mark’s car keys were gone, but Missy’s shoes were still by the door her small white sneakers with the worn-out soles.That was when it hit me.She hadn’t gone far. Or worse she hadn’t gone on her own.“Mark!” I shouted louder this time, heading down the hall.I found him in the living room, pacing like a man on the edge. His hair was a mess, his face pale. The second he saw me, I knew he already knew something was wrong too.“She’s gone,” he said quietly.I blinked. “What do you mean gone?”He turned toward me, anger and fear mixi