Lahat ng Kabanata ng His innocent weakness : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 106

Mark’s Point of ViewThe house felt too big without her.Every creak, every shadow, every echo of the rain outside reminded me she wasn’t here. Missy’s laughter used to fill this place. Her perfume still lingered faintly in the air that sweet vanilla scent that always clung to her hair. Now it made my chest ache.I stood in the middle of the living room, gripping her broken necklace so tightly the metal dug into my skin. The chain had snapped near the clasp as if she’d fought. That thought alone made my stomach twist.She fought back.And still, he took her.I turned to the window again. The street outside was empty, but my head wasn’t. Nico’s car had disappeared into the dark minutes ago, leaving me with nothing but silence and fear. I didn’t like trusting him, but at least he was doing something. Me? I was stuck.My hands trembled as I ran them through my hair. I’d always promised Mom that I’d keep Missy safe, no matter what. When she died, that promise became my reason for br

Mark’s POVThe road to the quarry felt endless. The headlights from Dimitri’s car sliced through the fog, illuminating the broken path ahead. None of us spoke for miles the silence was thick, heavy with anger, fear, and guilt.I sat in the backseat, my hands clenched so tight that my knuckles turned white. My heart was pounding against my ribs like it wanted out. Every minute Missy was gone felt like a knife twisting deeper.“Slow down,” I said hoarsely when Dimitri took a sharp turn.He didn’t answer. His jaw was locked, eyes fixed on the road. The dim red glow from the dashboard lit his face, making him look carved from stone. Beside him, Nico sat stiffly, his hand resting on his thigh, tapping restlessly a nervous habit he picked up when he was younger.I looked at both of them two men who could barely stand each other, forced to work together for one reason. Missy.When we finally pulled up to the quarry, the engine hummed into silence. What stood before us was a wasteland of

Mixed point of View Missy’s POVWhen I woke up, the first thing I felt was warmth.A blanket draped over me, soft against my skin, smelling faintly of Mark’s cologne cedarwood and soap. My lashes fluttered open slowly, the world blurry at first. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was.Then I saw them.Mark sitting by the window, elbows on his knees, head buried in his hands. Nico standing near the door, arms crossed, dried blood staining his knuckles. Dimitri leaned against the wall beside him, quiet, staring at the floor like he hadn’t slept in years.The memories came rushing back all at once.The ropes. The darkness. Alexander’s voice whispering that twisted version of love.And then chaos.Gunfire. Yelling. Nico’s voice shouting my name. Dimitri dragging me through the tunnel.The pain. The fear. The smell of blood.I gasped and sat up so fast that the blanket fell from my shoulders.Mark’s head shot up instantly. “Missy?”My breath came out uneven. My heart was pounding.“W