All Chapters of His innocent weakness : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Missy’s Point of View"Tell me he’s joking," I pleaded with Nico, my voice trembling in a way I couldn’t control.He just stood there, bruised and battered from the fight with Alexander.His jaw was tight, his knuckles raw, his eyes shadowed with something I couldn’t quite read. Part of me God, part of me wanted to run to him right there.To press my hands against his cheeks, to clean him up, to kiss every bruise until he stopped looking so broken.But then my mind snapped back to Alexander’s words, sharp and unforgiving.What was all this?Why was Alexander doing this?Was it jealousy?Some kind of twisted game to tear us apart?"Nico!" I yelled, my voice cracking under the weight of everything I was feeling. My throat felt raw."Missy, he did shoot him," Alexander said, his voice too calm, too calculated for the chaos he’d just thrown us into. "His twin sister told me everything."I spun toward him so fast I almost made myself dizzy. "You! Shut the fuck up!" My voice echoed off the

Missy's point of View The drive to my mom’s place felt longer than it should have. Serena had dropped me off with a quiet “Call me if you need anything,” and didn’t press when I didn’t answer. I think she knew I was barely holding it together.Every second felt like I was choking on Alexander’s words, on the image of Nico standing there with those bruises and that desperate look in his eyes.I needed space.I needed air.I needed to not be anywhere near them.The front gate creaked when I pushed it open. The little yellow flowers that grew along the fence had wilted in the heat, and the garden my mom loved so much looked overwatered, like she’d been too distracted to care for it properly. That worried me.I knocked on the door twice before letting myself in.The smell of stew hit me first tomatoes, onions, spices. Comforting. Familiar. My home away from chaos.“Mom?” I called, shutting the door behind me.“In here!” her voice floated from the kitchen, cheerful enough that I almost l

Missy point of View It was late afternoon when I finally found Mark in the backyard, his guitar resting across his lap, fingers idly strumming a melody I didn’t recognize. The sun was dipping lower, casting long golden streaks over the lawn, and the air smelled faintly of freshly cut grass. He looked peaceful in a way I rarely saw anymore head tilted slightly, eyes half-closed, as if the notes themselves were carrying him somewhere far away.I almost didn’t want to disturb him.But the words were pressing against my chest, heavy, insistent. The offer had been sitting in my mind for two days, burning a hole in every thought I tried to have. I couldn’t carry it alone anymore. And Mark… well, Mark was the one person I could tell without feeling like my entire world would tilt sideways.I stepped onto the patio, my shoes crunching against the gravel, and his head lifted instantly. He smiled soft and genuine before setting the guitar down beside him.“You’ve been quiet,” he said, res

NICO – Point of ViewThe road back to my hometown felt longer than I remembered.Maybe it was because every mile I drove was weighed down with anger, confusion, and something worse heartache. Missy’s face kept flashing in my mind. The way her eyes had dimmed when she looked at me that last night.The way her voice trembled when she said she needed space.She didn’t cry in front of me Missy was strong like that but I’d seen the tears building in her eyes, ready to spill once I wasn’t looking.And all I could think was this wasn’t her idea.Missy wouldn’t have left me like that without a push. A shove. A knife in her back disguised as “advice.”That’s when my thoughts went to her.My twin.Noelle.I hadn’t spoken to her in months. We weren’t exactly close. We used to be, when we were kids, before our father decided she was the one worthy of his praise and I was the mistake that had to prove himself every damn day.She wore the crown in his eyes. The perfect heir. I was the afterthought

Alexander’s POV It’s been days.I’ve lost count already.The clock ticks in the corner of my office like it’s mocking me. The sunlight creeps through the blinds, slicing my desk in uneven lines, but all I see is the empty space across from me.That couch where she once sat curled up, hair falling into her face, eyes darting toward me like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be here or run away is cold. I should be working. I should be running this empire like I always do, but nothing feels right.She’s gone.Missy left.I told myself it wouldn’t get to me. That I’m Alexander Steele the man who doesn’t get attached, doesn’t get soft, doesn’t need anyone. But then she had to come into my life and mess everything up. She was supposed to be mine. Not in some temporary way. No mine the way my hands were built to fit around her waist, the way her name was supposed to sound right when I said it in the middle of the night.And now? Now she’s probably halfway across the world.I lean back i