All Chapters of Two Times Mrs Weston : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

DEAN'S POVI paced the length of my office, my tablet placed against the desk, my jaw clenched with frustration. The board members I had on my side were scattered across the screen, their voices a low murmur of disagreement and hesitation. I had been on this call for nearly an hour, and I was no closer to getting what I wanted."Listen," I said, my voice strained. "I need to get back on board. I need to resume my position. The company needs me. You all know that."Mr Michael was the first to respond, his voice heavy with reluctance. "Dean, it's beyond my power at this point. There's nothing I can do about it. The press conference Mrs. Weston gave was a fatal blow to your reputation. The comments the public is making about you… they're not ones that can be ignored. People are calling for your removal, and the board is listening."I stopped pacing, my grip tight around the edge of the desk. "I know what she said. I know what they're saying. But I've done so much for this company. I've p

XAVIER'S POVI stepped out of the elevator, my chest heaving, my footsteps echoing through the empty hallway as I ran toward Ian’s room. My mind was racing, a thousand different scenarios playing out in my head, each one worse than the last.Kai was already waiting by the door, his expression grim. He straightened when he saw me."Sir."I stopped, holding up a hand as I caught my breath. "What happened?"Kai hesitated, his eyes darting toward the closed door. "I think you should go in there and see for yourself."I took a step forward, my voice dropping. "Kai, I just asked you a question. What did he do this time?"He shifted uncomfortably, his jaw tightening. "He… he shot someone at the club."I blinked, the words not quite registering. "What?""We tried to get him to the hospital afterwards," Kai continued, his voice strained. "But the man…""Get to the fucking point!" I snapped.Kai exhaled, his shoulders slumping. "He died before we got there."Oh God.“I'm sorry, sir. I should've

XAVIER'S POV I just stood there, looking at him. This was how it always was. Ever since our mother passed, every remembrance felt like she had died all over again. The longer the years stretched on, the stronger the pain became. And Ian had done nothing but make it more painful for himself. For me.Despite being brothers from the same mother, somehow, her death had done more damage to Ian than I ever thought possible. It had broken something inside him that no amount of time could fix.I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I came back and wiped the water from his hair, my movements gentle despite the frustration boiling inside me.Ian pushed my hands away. "Get your hands off me.""Ian, you need to take a shower and eat something.""Don't tell me what the fuck to do." His voice was cold, distant. "You're not my mother.""No, I'm not." My voice snapped, the words tearing from my throat before I could stop them. "Our mother is dead! And I'm supposed to be at her memorial servic

IAN’S POVThe memorial hall was grand and solemn, draped in black and white, with soft candlelight flickering against the walls. At the entrance stood a massive portrait of my mother; her warm smile, her kind eyes, captured in a moment when life had still been gentle with her. Flowers surrounded the frame, white lilies and roses arranged in elegant cascades, their fragrance thick in the air.Beneath the portrait, a long table held a guest book, its pages already filled with signatures. People moved quietly through the space, their voices hushed, their footsteps measured. Business associates from the company stood in clusters, dressed in black, their faces carefully composed. Some of the staff had come as well, the ones who had served under her when she had been the heart of Weston group. They lingered near the edges, speaking in whispers, their eyes glistening with memories only they carried.I walked in with Aria at my side, Reed and Charles following closely behind. The moment I ste

ARIA'S POV"Is this good enough?" I asked, my voice small as I looked up at Xavier, feeling impossibly tiny under his gaze.He stood across the room with his arms crossed, his eyes travelling slowly over every inch of me. I felt exposed under his scrutiny, vulnerable in a way that made my skin prickle with heat.The dress was barely a dress. Deep crimson silk clung to my body like a second skin, the neckline plunging so low it left the entire curve of my breasts on display, the fabric parting in a wide V that exposed the inner swells and the slightest hint of my nipples when I moved. The bodice was cut high on the sides, leaving my ribs and waist bare. The back was nothing but a thin strap that crossed between my shoulder blades. The skirt ended just below my hips, so short that a single wrong movement would reveal everything. There were slits on both sides that ran all the way up to my waist, leaving my hips and the outer curve of my ass completely exposed. If I bent over, or sat the