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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
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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-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-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
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Author P.O.V“Motherfucking dog is what he is , damn it” she chugged her drink down . Her eyes were unfocused when she pointed her unsteady hand at her two best friends who were watching the show unfold . “ All men are the same . HEARTLESS CHEATING BASTARDS . Do you hear me? Heartless cheating bastards ” Casey screamed at the men sitting on a nearby table.“Yes, that's what you all are . Cheaters . Bloodsucking vampires, you use women like chewing gum and spit them out after you use them”. She placed her glass with a loud bang , almost falling off the table. She joined her hands while looking up at the ceiling, blinking.“If someone up there is listening, I wish all these men would suffer from crabs so bad , they would scratch it so hard that their dicks will fall off ”. She looked down and pointed a finger at them. “This is my curse on your species ”. She turned back to her friends leaving behind a group of mortified men with wide eyes who were left there holding their junks in fear
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Casey P.O.V“Casey, get up . CASEY MAXWELL get your butt out of that bed within the next thirty seconds or help me God if I go there and find you still in bed…”.THUD!!“Ouch” Getting up from the floor while tangled in sheets is no joke. Ah Ouch . Damn these blankets . Gathering, I throw them on the bed .“I should have burnt you all a long time ago .” I pointed my finger at the blankets and screamed like they were going to feel threatened. “CASEY ” Zazu's voice rang throughout the apartment. To hell with. I yanked the door and soughted “ I am awake. I am awake ”. Shut my door with a loud bang. Did you hear that ? That is called peace that I hardly get. Usually I am not a violent person but what do you expect from a girl who has not had her morning coffee yet and on top of that I am still struggling with the hangover.“Casey”. I pulled my bunny slipper and threw it at the door. She definitely had her earbuds on. Good. Let her scream like a donkey ‘ Caseyyy Caseyyy’. I am not going
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Author P.O.VA dark brown hair , tan complexion, dark eye man exited the building in his sports car and drove straight to his restaurant . He was Owen Brown, a renowned chef who had opened several restaurants and cafes across South California . He first opened his cafe plus restaurant The Dream six years ago, he has his own cooking show. He had everything: power, money and obviously women. He goes through them faster than changing clothes. Paparazzis elected him as bachelor of the year . Owen parked his car and tossed the car keys at the valet . “Park the car”. He rushed inside to attend the meeting with the investors . He was running late , he had to make sure the girl he brought last night left his apartment after she went all crazy when he refused to give her more. He entered the restaurant where his secretary and bartender were talking at the bar . Upon seeing him his secretary rushed to tell him his schedules, and that his investors had taken the back table . “Good evening
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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
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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
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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-
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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
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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
