All Chapters of His innocent weakness : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Missy’s POVI wasn’t expecting to see him.Not here. Not now. Not when my life already felt like a half-finished puzzle missing its corner pieces.I was walking out of the little coffee shop near my dad’s place when I saw him leaning against a sleek black car like it belonged in a movie.Austin.For a moment, I froze. My brain did that weird thing where it refused to process reality, like it needed a reboot before it could catch up with my eyes. Because this wasn’t the Austin I knew.The last time I saw him, he’d been tall but lanky, with that boyish awkwardness that made my teenage heart flutter. He used to wear faded jeans, simple hoodies, and a shy smile that never quite reached his eyes.But the man standing in front of me now?God.He was broader. His shoulders looked like they’d been sculpted by someone who really understood art. The plain tees were gone now he wore a fitted black shirt that clung to his chest and biceps, outlining every line like it had been made for him. Hi

Missy’s POVThe music pulsed through the air, heavy bass thudding against my chest as Austin’s hand brushed against the small of my back, guiding me through the party. His touch was casual at least it looked casual to anyone watching but to me, it burned like fire.He kept nodding and saying “hey” to different people as we passed by. Some of them gave me curious looks, their eyes trailing over my dress before flicking back to Austin. Nobody said a word to me, but I felt their stares linger. A quiet acknowledgment. Almost like I didn’t belong here, yet they couldn’t look away.I pressed my lips together, trying not to squirm under the weight of so many gazes. But Austin? He looked so relaxed, so effortlessly confident, like this was his kingdom and every person here bowed to his presence.“Don’t mind them,” he murmured close to my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “They’re just jealous.”“Jealous?” I asked, glancing up at him.His lips curved into a smirk. “That you’re with me.”

Missy point of View;The sun filtered softly through my blinds, but I didn’t want to get up.My phone buzzed again on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with Austin’s name. I stared at it for a long moment, my chest tightening. My fingers itched to answer, to say something, anything but I didn’t.Not this time.I tossed the phone back onto the bed and pulled the blanket tighter around me, pretending the world outside didn’t exist. I had work to do. I had training to focus on. I had to focus on me.The past few months had been a mess. Nico, Alexander, Austin it was all too much. I’d given pieces of myself to each of them in different ways, and now my heart felt stretched thin, fragile. I couldn’t afford distractions. Not now.I swung my legs off the bed and padded to the bathroom, catching my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were a little puffy, but determination flickered in them. I splashed cold water on my face and breathed deeply, grounding myself. I wouldn’t let anyone or

Alexander’s POVI leaned back in the chair at the rooftop bar, glass of whiskey in hand, and just watched her. Missy The way she moved, the way she laughed with her friends earlier it all hit me harder than I expected. I had left to clear my head, to get some distance from the chaos I had caused.From her. From Nico. But now, seeing her, it was like every thought I had shoved aside came rushing back.She didn’t see me yet. Not really. She was busy, focused, probably thinking about everything but me. That should have been a relief, but instead, it tightened something in my chest. I hated how much I cared. Hated it.I took another sip of whiskey, letting it burn down my throat. I had planned everything how I would approach her, when I would appear, what little hints I could drop to pull her attention.But watching her now, my carefully thought out plans felt flimsy. Watching her move through her life, smiling, living, like I wasn’t a part of it, it was killing me slowly.I tried to cal

Nico’s POVThe air in the mansion had been different ever since Noelle announced her marriage plans. At first, I thought it was one of her usual games the kind of strategic plays she had been trained for, the kind of thing that made her shine in the world our father carved out before he died.Noelle had always been his favorite, his golden heir. I had been the shadow, the mistake he tolerated because I carried his name.But today wasn’t about me living in her shadow anymore. Today was about the fire burning in my chest, the kind that wouldn’t let me sit still when I finally found out who she was marrying.I paced my room, my fists tightening every few seconds. Every sound in the house grated on my nerves: the distant clatter of servants preparing dinner, the hum of the cars pulling into the garage, even the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall.She couldn’t be serious.Noelle couldn’t possibly think aligning herself with him of all people was wise.I shoved my chair