All Chapters of His innocent weakness : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Nico’s Point of ViewThe call had been short but precise. Mark’s voice on the other end was casual enough to hide whatever worry he felt, but I knew my brother well enough to hear the hesitation beneath the surface.“Mark,” I had said, the low growl in my voice letting him know I wasn’t in the mood for excuses. “I need information. Everything you’ve got. Now.”I hung up before he could respond, my fingers tapping against the steering wheel as I drove toward the office. My mind raced. There was something big happening, something that I needed clarity on before it spiraled out of control. I didn’t have time to waste, and I certainly didn’t want to rely on secondhand rumors.Pulling into the parking lot, I felt the usual rush the adrenaline that always came with being in control of a situation, with taking charge of what was mine. Walking through the building, I spotted Mark at his desk, his expression casual, but I knew him well enough to see the tension hiding there.“Mark,” I said,

Nico's point of View I walked into the quiet room, the tension hitting me before my eyes even focused. Austin stood there, trembling like a leaf in a storm, trying desperately to explain himself to Noelle. His words stumbled, weak and nervous, each syllable making him smaller in my sight.I didn’t move at first. I just watched. Let him feel the weight of his mistake. He thought he could manipulate the situation, twist it around, make Noelle believe whatever story he had concocted about me. He didn’t know I had already pieced everything together.“She’s—he’s—” Austin stammered, his eyes darting between Noelle and me. He had no idea what was coming.I pulled a chair out slowly, letting the scrape echo in the room. Noelle glanced at me, confusion in her eyes. I raised a hand, gesturing for silence.“He’s cheating on you,” I said flatly, voice calm but carrying the weight of inevitability. “That’s why he’s here. That’s why he’s saying all this shit, trying to pin the blame on me, on fa

Alexander point of View The moment I saw the trash can, the red ribbon fluttering out of it, I felt a heat rise inside me that I hadn’t felt in months. My gift. My carefully chosen package, wrapped and ready, meant to remind her that I cared, that I was still here and she had thrown it away like it was nothing. Like I was nothing.I gritted my teeth, fists clenching as I stared at the empty spot where the box had been. That should have been me in her hands, that should have been her looking at me with a hint of curiosity, maybe even a smile. But no. She had ignored it. Trashed it. Ignored me entirely.Why? Why won’t she just accept me?I paced the floor, running a hand through my hair. Every time I thought about her, about the way she had laughed when she thought she was safe from me, my chest tightened. My heart ached and twisted in a way I had never thought possible. Missy… my Missy. She was mine. She had always been mine, from the very start. And yet here she was, acting like

Missy’s POVThe ride back home was silent.Mark drove like the steering wheel had wronged him, his jaw clenched tight, eyes fixed on the road. I didn’t bother trying to break the silence. My mind was already crowded flashes of gray eyes, a voice like steel wrapped in velvet, the lingering heat of a gaze that felt too deliberate to be casual.Dimitri Volkov.I pressed my hands against my thighs, willing myself to stop thinking about him.But I couldn’t.Not when the silence only gave my thoughts more room to echo.When we pulled into the long gravel driveway of our family estate, the familiar sight of armed guards and towering iron gates should have been comforting. Instead, it felt heavier than usual, like the walls themselves could sense what was coming.Father was waiting for us.He stood on the veranda like a statue carved from stone, hands behind his back, posture commanding. The porch light cast sharp angles across his face, making the lines of his stern expression look carved

Missy’s POVThe night air felt heavier than usual. Thick, like the world already knew something I didn’t.Mark walked a step ahead of me, his shoulders tense, his eyes scanning the streets like a hawk. He always acted like he wasn’t worried, like danger was just part of life but I could see the stiffness in his jaw, the way his hand rested a little too close to the gun tucked in his waistband.We weren’t supposed to be here. At least not in the open. But Father’s orders were clear:“Follow Dimitri. Watch his men. Learn their movements. Don’t get caught.”Simple enough on paper. In real life? Not so much.I shoved my hands into the pockets of my jacket, trying to mask my nerves. The rival family had only been in town for weeks, but they’d moved fast claiming territory, flashing money, buying loyalty. And Dimitri, their heir, was at the center of it all.And now, here I was, shadowing him like some spy in a bad action movie.Mark slowed his pace and tilted his head slightly—our sile