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Mr.Wrong Chapter -4
Casey P.O.VAfter paying the cab driver I exited the cab and quickly rushed into my office, soaking from top to bottom and did not need to start on my makeup. I probably looked like a drenched cat . I ran towards the elevator.“STOP!”. The doors shut on my face and I crashed into it. Damn it.I took the stairs by the lift , rushing up like I was chased by hounds of hell . My office was on the seventh floor and I had climbed up seven flights of stairs. I think the thing that lost weight is my legs because upon reaching my floor I could hardly feel my legs, my lungs were burning because of how fast I was running. The celebration around the cubical caught my attention. People had gathered around my junior and for some reason they were congratulating her . I put my bag down on my desk and asked with a smile “What is all this about?”.My co-worker smirked and said “I have been promoted to assistant manager of the company”. Her words wiped the smile right off my face. “Congrats” said thr
Mr.Wrong Chapter -5
Casey P.O.V“Have you gotten out of work yet? I am almost done , about to leave the apartment ”. I placed the phone on the dressing table with the speaker on . I will go with the soft cherry colour lip gloss. It is going to bring out the colour of my dress . My dress was a red crop top, embroidered with black net and with a heart shaped neckline attached with a black leather body fit skirt that looked like a second skin , along with a belt .My ass looks good in the skirt. Usually I am more of a sweatpants and loose shirt kind of girl but I am jobless and soon will be a homeless kind of girl if I do not pay the rent soon, so why not treat myself for one day and forget the shit that has gone down. Placing the perfume back on the table to pop another mini Cooke in my mouth. Yumm these goodies are a piece of heaven. I rubbed my wrist against each other.“What is the point of going for dinner if you are going after finishing a tank of cookies ?” I took another cookie and started munching
Mr.Wrong Chapter -6
Casey P.O.V“Thank you” . After paying the cab I entered the restaurant. The restaurant’s entrance bell chimed above me , a welcoming smile from the attendant greeted me. The warm ambiance of the place, with its soft lighting and murmured conversations, momentarily eased my nerves. "Reservation for Deniz," I said, my voice steady. The attendant checked the list and nodded, "Right this way.”As we weaved through the maze of tables, I glanced around, half expecting my friends to come on time for once.But no, they were fashionably late as always. The attendant led me to a table with a perfect view of the entire restaurant.As I settled into my seat, I let out a small sigh of relief, allowing myself a moment of relaxation.Then, as if the universe decided I was too comfortable, I saw him. My heart dropped. There he was, my ex-boyfriend, walking into the restaurant with the girl he had cheated on me with. Panic surged through me, and I instinctively shrank into my chair, hoping they wouldn’
Mr.Wrong Chapter-7
Casey P.O.V Deciding I needed something stronger than water to handle this, I moved to the bar. I can not watch my ex-boyfriend kneel down and propose to the girl he cheated on me with anymore like he did not make his happy paradise on someone's grief. The bartender greeted me with a smile. "What can I get you?”. He was not wearing what the other bartenders were wearing, black shirt with the logo and pants instead he was wearing a sleeveless beige denim T-shirt , with a chain necklace around his neck , he was wearing scratched jeans , usually it looks on men like they have been disowned by their family and have been on streets for weeks but somehow he made it look great on him It was like fate just slapped me on my face when the cheers grew louder. "Whiskey, straight," I quickly replied, taking a seat in the bar. I shook my head when my head began to spin. It must be the wine I was drinking before.As the bartender poured my drink, I glanced over at my ex, who was beaming at his
Mr.Wrong Chapter -8
Casey P.O.VI woke up with a start, my head pounding and my mind foggy. I looked around. I was in an unfamiliar hotel room. I was alone on the bed with a blanket over me, and my head was pounding like thousands of trucks ran over my head. I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me back onto the pillow. I groaned with my eyes tight closed while I pinched the bridge of my nose in pain.What happened last night? I thought, rubbing my temples. The last thing I remembered was drinking at the bar, the bartender was serving me drinks whose head I was frying with my sob story and then nothing. As I lay there, I became aware that I was not alone in the room as the sound of flowing water came from somewhere inside the room . My eyes flew open wide. I looked around the room, my shoes were on the floor. I quickly looked under the blanket that I was covered with. Why in the name of Hades I am naked under the cover? I quickly pulled the cover up to my chin. My heart ski
Mr.Wrong Chapter -9
Casey P.O.VThe apartment was in disarray, a testament to the whirlwind of emotions that had swept through it. Clothes were strewn across the floor, half-packed boxes littered the living room, and the faint sound of honking from the moving truck outside filtered in through the open windows."You still have two days but you decide you will move out today only just a few hours after your ex told you to move out, " Zazu said , her voice seething with anger as she pulled out a suitcase from the closet. She opened the suitcase on the bed, somehow folded clothes and placed them into a suitcase, though she was angry her movements were deliberate and calm whereas I was throwing anything in the bag on whatever I was getting my hands on.“I just want to get out of here and end this drama" I replied, throwing another handful of belongings into a bag with a mix of anger and sadness. "I can't believe he did this to me. I trusted him and kept the house in his name because….”. I dumped another set o
Mr.Wrong Chapter -10
Owen P.O.VTurning the shower off I lifted the towel off the rack to dry myself off.I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping the towel around my waist, and gazed around the room. The bed was a tangled mess, sheets strewn about like a wild animal had ravaged it. The pillows were scattered across the floor, and the blankets were twisted and knotted. But the girl from last night was nowhere to be seen.I scanned the room, my eyes searching for any sign of her. Her purse was not on the table, her phone and keys next to it were all gone. "Hello?" I called out, my voice echoing off the walls. "You here?" I flipped the long curtains of the window to see if she was hiding there. You never know when girls get some weird ideas of hiding and the girl from the last night sure came from the psychopath category.I approached the bed, peering underneath, thinking maybe she'd passed out or fell down and rolled under the bed. Who knows. After experiencing her Jacky Chan moves last night I can believe
Mr.Wrong Chapter -11
Casey P.O.VThe blaring alarm clock filled the room with shrill sound, yet I stubbornly kept my eyes shut. My hand groped blindly across the nightstand, fumbling for the off button. After a few frustrating moments, I finally silenced the intrusive noise. Without opening my eyes, I yanked open the drawer, chucked the alarm clock inside, and slammed it shut with a satisfying thud.Good riddance. With a deep, relieved sigh, I nestled back into my pillows, eager to reclaim the remnants of my dream.Just as the bliss of sleep began to envelop me once more, my phone alarm erupted into a shrill symphony, shattering my fleeting peace.Fine, fine, I am up,” I muttered, dragging myself to sit on the bed. Squinting against the dim light, I patted the bed and nightstand until my fingers closed around my phone. I turned off the alarm and set it back on the nightstand, the screen briefly illuminating the time: two hours until my job interview.With a deep breath, I pushed the covers aside and swung
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Mr.Wrong Chapter-59
Casey P.O.V As Owen stepped out of the ring, his chest heaving, exhaustion flickered across his face. The bruise on his jaw was already turning a vivid shade of purple, and I felt a surge of emotions rising within me. Relief that all his body parts are still intact. Anger at his recklessness for getting distracted during the fight. I got it. It was something he used to do to survive, and maybe it gave him some sense of control or release, but seeing him hurt, was a different story for me. Before I could voice my thoughts, Lauren bounded over, practically buzzing with excitement. "Wasn’t that amazing?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with pride. "You nailed it, brother!" "Amazing is not the word I would use," I muttered, crossing my arms. My eyes stayed on Owen as he collected his winnings from the announcer, pausing occasionally to shake hands with the people congratulating him. As the crowd began to thin, he finally made his way over to us. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice hoarse, no d
Mr.Wrong Chapter-58
Casey P.O.V“Where are we?” I asked again, exasperation dripping from my voice. Lauren had been dragging us through a maze of back alleys behind a building that looked like it had seen better days. She turned to look at me with a smirk, her fiancé trailing behind her, looking as skeptical as I felt.“You’ll see,” she said with an air of mystery, checking her watch as if we were late for something significant.Lauren was not one to shy away from surprises, but I was not sure how much I liked this one. Owen had disappeared earlier in the afternoon, claiming he had “something to handle,” and now we were left in his sister’s hands. I glanced down at my outfit. Jean shorts, a tucked-in black shirt, sneakers, and a ponytail. Zazu, ever the fashion icon, had chosen a black bodycon dress and boots. Lauren, on the other hand, looked like she was ready for an adventure with her leather boots, jean shorts, and black jacket. There was a red handkerchief hanging from her shorts’s pocket. It was ju
Mr.Wrong Chapter-57
Casey P.O.V.I took another bite of my croissant, chewing slowly, savouring the flaky texture and buttery flavour as I studied Owen across the table. He looked rough. His eyes were red, swollen, and slightly bloodshot, definitely suffering from a lack of sleep. He was sitting there, slouched over, his coffee cup gripped tightly in both hands like it was the only thing holding him upright. His usually lively face was replaced with dark circles and the telltale signs of a long, sleepless night. I almost felt sorry for him . Almost.After all, he was the one who insisted on sleeping beside me, despite my warning. He thought I was joking all the while I was telling the truth.Zazu and my twin brothers, Marco and Max, walked into the restaurant’s dining area, scanning the room. As soon as the twins spotted the buffet, they immediately dashed over, filling their plates to the brim with all the food they could carry. They were acting like starving vampires that have been kept locked inside a
Mr.Wrong Chapter-56
Casey P.O.V I knelt down on the floor beside the bed, spreading the quilt out. I set a pillow at the head of the makeshift bed I had prepared, smoothing it out to make sure everything looked just right. As I reached for the extra bedsheet, draping it over the quilt, the bathroom door opened with a soft click that caught my attention. Owen emerged, towel in hand, rubbing his hair dry, a few strands falling messily across his forehead. He paused, taking in the sight of me on the floor. “Oh no, no, no, no, Casey” he said, mockingly, an exaggerated shake of his head . “ You are going to sleep on the floor?” I glanced up, just in time to see him bending over with his hands gripping his knees. He wore his old T-shirt and low hanging joggers that showed just enough to make it clear he had not lost a single bit of his absurd confidence. I rolled my eyes and went back to arranging the bedding, determined to ignore him. “Who said it was for me?” I shot back, without looking up. He straig
Mr.Wrong Chapter-55
Casey P.O.VStepping out of the steamy bathroom, I rubbed my hair with a towel, my skin still tingling from the hot shower. My PJs,a small tank top and shorts were cosy but barely there, especially given the presence of Owen pacing in the room like a caged animal. When he saw me, he stopped in his tracks, his gaze lingering just a second too long.“You can use the bathroom now,” I said, stepping aside so he could pass. He nodded, grabbed his towel, and headed in to freshen up. I shook my head and tried to ignore the flip my stomach made every time I caught his eye. I have to endure a few more nights of this misery.I went over to the bed, grabbing a quilt and extra sheet with a pillow, intending to make a bed on the floor. But just as I was about to set everything down, Owen’s voice came from the bathroom, muffled by the sound of running water.“Hey, I forgot my clothes on the chair. Could you bring them in?” I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath, “Of course you did.” Neverthel
Mr.Wrong Chapter-54
Casey P.O.VThe restaurant was a vision of elegance, with dim lighting casting a warm glow over the polished tables, each one adorned with pristine white linens and a tasteful centrepiece. We were here to celebrate Vegas elopement of Owen’s sister, Lauren, to her fiancé, Marcus, and the dinner was supposed to be a calm, family gathering. But given that our mothers were already on edge, it felt more like sitting on a powder keg with a lit fuse.Lauren and Marcus arrived first, both glowing and hand-in-hand, followed by Marcus’s family, who looked thrilled to be here. His parents, David and Linda, were the picture of class, with smiles on their faces as they greeted each of us warmly. Their plane landed this evening.Thank goodness they did not see that disaster.We were determined to make a good impression, and I could see my mother and Maria silently sizing each other up, like lions crouched and ready to pounce, but maintaining their best behaviour under the watchful eyes of the new in-
Mr.Wrong Chapter-53
Casey P.O.VMy stepfather finally managed to settle things with the police officer and get both mothers out of the cell, though not without a warning. I could practically feel the officer's glare on our backs as we left. I do not blame him, this poor man has suffered a lot in our mothers hands.I was pretty sure our families had landed themselves on some kind of blacklist. The officer’s warning had been clear, and he wasn’t sugarcoating it for them. “Next time,” he’d said, “There would not be any bailing out.” Owen’s mother shot him a scowl before marching out, chin high. My mom, arms crossed and muttering under her breath, barely glanced his way. The entire car ride was as peaceful as the peace before the storm.Back at the hotel, however, the peace died in an instant.As we approached the front desk to get our room keys, a new argument was already bubbling up between our mothers. They were not even bothering to keep their voices low.“You think I am going to let my daughter stay in
Mr.Wrong Chapter-52
Casey P.O.VAs we climbed down the steps of the private jet, I could not resist throwing a last side-eye at the flight attendant who had spent most of the flight practically draped over Owen. Her flirty giggles and attempts to get his attention had irked me more than I wanted to admit, and I made sure she noticed the look I gave her as I turned away. Owen, oblivious to the glare I shot, just grabbed his bag and started walking.As soon as we stepped out of the airport, the peaceful landing vanished. Raised voices echoed through the air, and I blinked, trying to understand what was happening. Then I spotted our mothers, standing toe-to-toe and firing off verbal jabs . My mom’s voice, edged with righteous fury, cut through the noise. “You might think your son is the golden boy, but maybe if you opened your eyes, you would have seen he is just a playboy who does not know how to keep it in his parents !” Her voice dripped with disdain. I knew she had been reading those gossip columns abo
Mr.Wrong Chapter-51
Casey POVMy jaw dropped as I stepped inside the private plane, the interior leaving me utterly speechless. I had known Owen was wealthy, but this? This was beyond anything I had imagined. The opulence was staggering, like I had stepped into a movie set designed for the ultra-rich.“Get your jaw off the floor; otherwise, no plastic surgeon will be able to fix your face,” Owen quipped from behind me, donning his aviator sunglasses with a casual ease. I snapped my mouth shut, shaking off my astonishment as I clutched my luggage, I shot a glare in his direction. Infaruting man.As I made my way further into the plane, a flight attendant approached me, taking my luggage without a word. I blinked at her, still taking in the luxurious surroundings. The plane was like a flying penthouse; everything was meticulously designed. The plush white leather couches were paired with elegant wooden finishes, and the soft lighting created a serene atmosphere. There were four seating areas, each equipped
