Semua Bab His innocent weakness : Bab 31 - Bab 36

Missy’s Point of ViewIt’s been four months. Four months of waking up to the warm hands of Nico brushing my hair away, of late night talks about nothing and everything, and kisses that made my toes curl.Our love wasn’t loud, but it burned slow and deep. He always made me laugh, even when I didn’t feel like it.He held me when I had nightmares, whispered "I got you" like a promise each night before bed.Everyone noticed the glow on my faceSienna wouldn’t stop teasing, and een Mark, my brother, had stopped trying to act all.overprotective once he realized how Nico treated me like glass wrapped in armor.Everything felt perfectExcept for one thing.Alexander.He left. One morning, without warning, without a goodbye.We searched everyone did. Sienna called every possible number, Marco pulled up his connections, and even Nico, despite everything, looked worried. But nothing.It was like he vanished.And I hated that it hurt me."What's in that small head of yours, sugar?" Nico’s voic

Alexander’s Point of ViewThe plane touched down with a jolt, and for a second, I wondered if the universe was giving me a sign. I hadn’t been back in months not since I left to get Nico and Missy out of my damn head. And yet, here I was, back where everything began, carrying a storm behind my calm expression.I tugged the black hoodie further over my head and walked through the terminal like I didn’t belong to anyone. No crew, no mansion, no memories. Just me. And the truth I now held like a ticking bomb.Nico shot Missy's brother.And that smug bastard never told a soul.He just carried on like he wasn’t dragging guilt behind every step. Like he deserved her."Sir, your ride’s outside," the driver said.I slid into the black SUV waiting for me, head low, heart loud.My plan was simple blend in.Observe. Wait. And when the time was right, burn everything down with the truth.I wasn’t going to yell it. I wasn’t going to make a scene.I was going to wait until Nico got comfortable. Unt

Missy’s Point of ViewThe morning sunlight streamed gently through the blinds, casting soft golden lines across the floor. For a moment, I just stood there at the door, my fist frozen mid-air as if unsure whether to knock again or walk away.But I didn’t want to walk away.I had already knocked once. Twice, actually. My knuckles hovered near the wooden frame again.God, what am I even doing?I bit my lower lip and finally knocked a third time. Softer this time. Almost hesitant.I knew Nico wasn’t around he’d left early that morning, saying something vague about being busy and needing to “take care of a few things.” He hadn’t told me what exactly, and I hadn’t pressed. Part of me didn’t want to seem clingy. The other part? Maybe it was too distracted by the fact that Alexander was here. Back. Under the same roof again.Mark had gone out with his friends, and the rest of the house was unusually quiet.It felt weird how normal things looked while everything inside me felt so uncertai