My First Rule

XAVIER'S POV “I swear Ria will be the death of me.” Ian's voice filled the room as Reed trailed behind him, his shoulders tense the moment he noticed what he was here for. Kai escorted Reed toward the range while Ian settled into the seat beside me, letting out a heavy sigh.“I mean... how the hell does one look so innocent yet be so stubborn?”“Another argument?” I asked calmly, my eyes fixed on Reed as Kai adjusted his stance.Ian didn't answer immediately. I knew he was staring at me because I could feel his gaze burning into the side of my face.“What's with that expression?” He finally asked. “You guys had a fight or something?”I shook my head. “It's nothing.”“Xavier…”“Do you still think this is the best way to go about it?” I cut him off, watching Kai place the gun back in Reed's trembling hands.Ian went quiet.“Trust me, Xavier. I wish there were other options.”The sharp crack of gunfire echoed across the private shooting range, one shot after another, each round hitting

Flight To Italy

DEAN'S POV I stared at the laptop screen, the numbers blurring together. It was impossible to focus. My mind kept drifting back to the conversation between me and Xavier at the precinct, to his smug face when he said those words.‘You really think she loves you? She's been in my bed for weeks, Dean.’I shook my head, running a hand through my hair. No. It's not possible. Aria couldn't possibly love me that much and still sleep with Xavier.She was devoted. Loyal. She'd proven that over the years.It can't be true. It just can't.The door creaked open, and I looked up.Isabella stood there in a tiny red dress that barely covered her thighs. Her hips swayed as she walked toward me, a predatory smile playing on her glossy lips.“I thought you might need a break, baby.” Her voice was silk and honey.I forced my eyes back to the screen. “I'm working, Izzy.”“Are you?” She circled the desk, her fingers trailing across the polished wood. “Because you've been staring at the same page for twe

Completely and Utterly Lost

ARIA'S POVI had been standing in front of the mirror for what felt like an eternity.The two stylists, a whirlwind of energy named Lucia and Elena, had been circling me like hawks since eight in the morning. They had dragged me out of bed before I could even blink, shoved me into a steaming shower, and spent the next two hours attacking my hair with brushes, curling irons, and enough product to open a small salon.Now, an hour after that, they were still debating.“No, no, no.” Lucia held a deep emerald dress against my body and shook her head vehemently. “This washes her out.”“What about this?” Elena held up a gold dress that sparkled like liquid sunlight.“It's too much. She's not a disco ball.”I sighed, my shoulders slumping. “Ladies, I appreciate the effort, but can we just pick one? Anyone. I'm begging you.”Lucia gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. “If you really hate us that much, just say so.”Elena nodded solemnly. “We love our lives, babe. And we are not ab

Valentina Rossi

ARIA'S POVThe car glided to a stop, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.Outside the tinted window, a sea of flashing lights awaited us. Paparazzi lined the red carpet, cameras raised, voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of shouted questions. The building behind them was magnificent: glass and steel, soaring toward the bright sky, illuminated from within like a beacon.Xavier turned to me, his hand finding mine. “Ready?”I swallowed. “As I'll ever be.”He stepped out first, and the noise doubled. Then he reached back, took my hand, and helped me out of the car.The moment my heel touched the red carpet, the world exploded.“Mr. Weston! Over here!”“Mrs. Weston, look this way!”“Xavier! Aria! Give us a smile!”I forced a smile, my hand gripping Xavier's arm like a lifeline. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear.“Just breathe. You're doing fine.”We walked down the carpet, pausing for photos, nodding at the occasional familiar face. The lights were blinding, the noise ov

Grey Walls

XAVIER'S POV The interrogation room felt smaller than it actually was.Maybe it was the grey walls. Or maybe it was because I'd been sitting here for almost forty minutes, wondering why the hell I was in a police station when the culprit is probably somewhere committing another crime.The price I have to pay for being a twin.I leaned forward, resting my forearms on the metal table.“Can someone tell me why I'm here?” I asked, my patience finally snapping. “I was shot, too. Last I checked, that makes me a victim.”The detective sitting across from me didn't even flinch.“Mr. Weston,” he said calmly, folding his hands together. “No one is accusing you of murder.”“Then why bring me here from an event with my wife?”“Because you're the last known visitor to see Mr. Grayson alive.”I let out a dry laugh. “So that automatically makes me a suspect?”“It makes you someone we need answers from.”I clenched my jaw but nodded.“Fine. Ask.”He opened the file in front of him.“Why were you at

Two Times Mrs Weston 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 85

My First Rule

Flight To Italy

Completely and Utterly Lost

Valentina Rossi

Grey Walls