Semua Bab His innocent weakness : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Duo point of View Nico’s Point of View:I stood outside the building, arms crossed, leaning against the cold brick wall, trying not to pace like a damn idiot.But she was taking too long.Missy, where the hell are you?I kept my eyes locked on the path like she’d appear if I stared hard enough. Like I could will her back to me.“I see the way you look at her, Nico.”The voice came from behind, sharp and smug. Sienna.I didn’t turn right away. “Huh?” I muttered, pretending not to know what she meant. Pretending like my heart wasn’t halfway out of my chest every time Missy smiled at someone that wasn’t me.Sienna walked up beside me, wrapping her arms around herself like she was cold. “You like her,” she said simply, watching me with a smirk. “You think nobody notices, but I do.”I shrugged. “It’s not like that.”“Right,” she laughed softly. “You’ve been standing here for twenty minutes waiting for a girl who isn’t even yours.”I clenched my jaw, eyes still searching the distance. “S

Duo point of ViewMissy’s Point of ViewThe black dress hugged my body perfectly, the one Sienna made me wear after she screamed for fifteen minutes straight about how I had to “make a man cry tonight.”My makeup was done soft eyes, glossy lips, skin glowing like I actually had my life together. I looked beautiful. I knew it.But I didn’t feel it.Not while I stood by the window, phone in hand.I had texted Nico.Twice.Nothing.Not even a “seen.”Four hours.My chest ached in a way I wasn’t used to. I was going on a date with Alexander.Alexander the tall, dark,Lamborghini-driving mafia guy with the most intense eyes I’d ever seen.Girls literally whispered about him in the hallway like he was some forbidden dream.And here he was now.I saw the car pull up, same sleek black beast of a car. My phone buzzed. A text. My heart leaped.But it wasn’t Nico.It was Alexander."I'm outside."I sighed. Tucked the phone into my little clutch and walked out.He stepped out of the car when he

Missy’s Point of ViewIt felt surreal.I was sitting in a car next to Mark again. Just us brother and sister. Like no time had passed. Like our lives hadn’t been ripped apart and stitched back together in crooked lines.We were finally going to see Mom.“I’m nervous,” I whispered, picking at my nails.Mark glanced over, a small smile tugging at his lips. “She’s gonna cry when she sees you. Bet.”“You gonna cry too?”“Hell no,” he scoffed. “I’m a man.”I snorted. “Yeah, okay. Sure.”The drive felt longer than it was. Maybe because my heart was pounding the whole way.I hadn’t seen her in years not since the night everything fell apart.And now, I was walking back into her life with the one person she thought she lost.Mark.When we pulled up to the small cozy house on the hill, my breath caught.She still lived here.Same little porch. Same rose bushes.Same feeling in my chest like I was a kid again coming home from school, hoping she made fried rice and chicken.Mark didn’t knock.

Nico's point of View - Age 16I remembered that day like it happened five seconds ago.The sun was out. Bright and warm. The kind of warmth that usually made me sleepy during long car rides.My twin sister, Noelle, sat beside me in the backseat, leg crossed and head against the window with her earbuds in, blasting something heavy and loud. Mom was in the front, her hair tied up in that messy ponytail.she always wore when she didn't have meetings. Her perfume still filled the car something sweet with a citrus bite. I didn't know the name, but I always knew it was her. we were supposed to be going shopping. A family day, Mom called it. something we rarely got anymore since our dad started training Noelle more seriously. I wasn't even sure he remembered my name sometimes.I kept watching mom through the rearview mirror. Her smile, her eyes, the way she hummed to the song on the radio. That's the last image I have of her alive. Then everything spun.The tires screamed against the asp

Nico's point of View- Age 18The house smelled of cigars, ambition and centeruries of bloodstained legacy.I stood silently in the study, staring at the old wine shelf and the ancient family crest that loomed behind his father's desk like a warning.This room, with it's cold marble floors and impossibly high ceilings, had watched his family break apart in slow motion. it echoed with all the things never said, all the screams swallowed down.My father, Don Valerio Romano, leaned back in his chair like a king on his throne. sharp-eyed, sharp- tongued and as deadly as the world said he was. His suit was perfectly pressed, his dark gray hair combed back without a stand out of place. He exuded control. Power. Across from him stood Noelle. My mirror. or at least, she used to be. Now she was the image of everything my father wanted . Black blazer. Tailored pants, Cold, calculating eyes. Noelle had become the soldier, the heir, the weapon our father molded in grief. "I've mad