UNCONSCIOUSLY, EVELYN dragged the quilt up her body. She had totally forgotten her baby bump was getting slightly noticeable, especially with no clothes on. How could she have been so reckless? "Evy... Relax! You don't need to get insecure about your body. I noticed you've gained more weight and... gotten quite chunkier..." he added, pulling her cheek. Evelyn swatted his hand off, feigning annoyance. "Heyyyy!" Jason chuckled mischievously. "But honey, it looks good on you. You look absolutely beautiful any way you are. So eat as much as you want. As long as you are healthy." Evelyn released a breath she didn't know she was restricting. She almost thought her secret was out. Sooner or later the truth would come out. Sooner or later she would have to confide in him. But she still felt a part of her restricting her from letting him in. She needed time to come to terms with herself before she came clean completely. But for now... she had to try limiting any form
CELEBRITY FAKE RELATIONSHIP! The headline screamed. Jason read the article over and over again in disbelief. The news was worse than when he had been in the false relationship scandal. Whoever was responsible for this wasn't the least bit mild or tactful about the details. It was as if they seeked retaliation of some sort. Plus, they also had access down to the little bit of information from the day they met down to their relationship contract which was absurd because the reporters who were that good at excavating such information were all on this side and well-paid to contact him first before divulging such information about him to the world. Whoever was behind this must have connections comparable to his. The news was everywhere. Photos, videos, and voice recordings were all over the internet. Most of which he had no recollection of them ever occurring. He couldn't think of anyone who would do this to him. His father had vowed on that day, after the moment they share
"WHAT IS it that you want, Evelyn?" Diane said the moment she saw Evelyn at her doorstep. "I'm in a hurry. I have to be somewhere. Come back later." She tried to shut the door but Evelyn stuck a foot, hindering its motion. A humorless smile with a flicker of creepiness spread across her face. "Oh? No worries. This won't take long," she pushed her way through the front door and walked toward her. Each stride left a trace of a dark, menacing aura in its wake. Evelyn, still incredibly composed, scanned the place with her eyes while Diane watched her in an affronted silence. Then her eyes fell upon two suitcases along each other. "Going somewhere?" Diane tucked her arms across her breast. "I already stated that previously." Evelyn snorted a derogatory laugh and turned to face her. "So... You're going to run off after stirring the mud? You still haven't changed a bit, you're still a heartless witch." "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," Diane replied, relaxed, and wi
IT WAS already dark outside when Evelyn fluttered her eyes open. Jason who hadn't left her side even for a second, exhaled in relief as he caress her face. "Hey! You're awake." Evelyn blinked, but this time her eyes were clearer as they scanned the room. She was disoriented and confused. "I know this is a cliché, but where am I?" She spoke wearily. Jason grinned. "You're in the hospital. How do you feel?" Evelyn considered sitting up, but her body felt so sore and her head... she groaned, clenching her head... God! Her head felt as if explosives were going off in there. She gave up the consideration instantly. "My head is throbbing!" "It's probably due to the concussion." "Oh." Her smooth brow furrowed. "How long have I been out?" "About ten hours." "Ten hours?" Her eyes widened. Surprise had them clearing a bit. Jason nodded. "Yeah. And I've been going crazy every one of them." That coaxed a faint smile from her. He could see her eyes losing
AFTER JASON walked away, Evelyn found herself feeling sadness, regret, and confusion all at the same time. She was worried about what he was thinking and planning to do. She queried her own choices and wondered if she'd made a mistake by not telling him about Livvie the moment she'd found out. She began to replay their earlier conversation in her head. She was wondering what she could have said differently, and whether she should have been more open with him. But at the same time, she knew that it was a complicated situation. And she was not sure either how he would have reacted if she had told him sooner. She lay in the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling. She felt the weight of everything that'd happened pressing down on her, and it was making it hard to breathe. When she stopped with her inner monologue, she started to notice how quiet the room was. All she can hear was the soft beeping of the heart monitor and the distant sound of the nurses talking in the hallway.
TWO DAYS after Evelyn was discharged from the hospital, the rave about their relationship was still booming. Reporters and angry fans were still hovering around them like flies. She left the hospital the next night after she was admitted. Though the doctor had talked about staying one more day, she was better and there was no point staying. All her tests had come back with good results. Plus, she felt very uncomfortable in hospitals. Her work assistants had taken turns visiting her. They dropped by in the morning and evening bearing flowers and updates on how the showroom was going... which was not relatively great. The showroom was constantly vandalized by angry fans and the walls were aerosolized with all sorts of ferocious, vulgar words. She'd instructed them to stay away from the showroom for a while till the situation blew over a bit. Evelyn push down the window switch and watched it slide down before she stuck her head out of the car, letting the hot afternoon br
"I Think I have an idea of how you would end this "world war forever"?" Livvie said in a mouthful of rice, beans, and Carne asada. The entire family— including Jason were sitting around the kitchen table, dining. Evelyn's mother had readied one of her signature dishes and had asked him to stay for dinner just before he was about to leave. Of course, Jason had accepted with no hesitation. How could he give up such an opportunity? Evelyn frowned. "World War forever...?" She reiterated confused. "What's that?" "Oh, yeah. That's what the Jasoniacs are calling this whole catastrophe," Livvie responded flatly. "Oh!" The Jasoniacs was the name of Jason's fandom. Brutal set of humans! "How about you prepare a press release addressing the public about this issue?" Livvie continued. "I mean, tell them the whole drama about your relationship. How it turned out from a fake to an actual love relationship. Give them all the seasonings. The sentiments. If possible
THREE DAYS to Jason's BDB— Birthday Bash— and Evelyn was still struggling to assemble the perfect dress for the occasion. The fabrics and designs were already prepared but she kept messing up the dress. The fashion perfectionist in her was hindering her from creating the dress according to the initial design. She kept making last minutes alterations until the entire thing was wrecked into every designer's worst nightmare. Evelyn was anxious about this whole party. She wanted to look her best. She NEEDED to look her best. She'd never imagined she would ever be this unnerved about a party. But this wasn't just any party. This was Jason Lyndon's legendary birthday bash that every megastar around the world would kill to attend. And she was going to be just right by his side. Every eye was going to be on her just as they would be on him. She couldn't afford to emerge small and insignificant. She had to surge in a dress that would make an incontrovertible statement, one t
To everyone who read this book— TENKISSES! You're wonderful, terrific, fantastic and I'm beyond grateful you took an interest in reading "When The Wrong One Loves You Right" I love you all... and I love feedback and reviews too, so don't hesitate to share them. I was so excited to take you on this imaginative voyage with me and now we're here at the end, I couldn't be any more gratified. So, to my big sister, thank you for being my biggest inspiration, and to my incredible readers, editor, and everyone that believed in this project, I'm so grateful to each and every one of you for your support. YOU'RE THE BEST! And I hope you love Evelyn and Jason's story. Curious to see what happened to Doris...? I know you are. And I can't wait to share Doris and Brad's story with you soon in the next book in the duology— "Love's Inferno: When Fire Meets Ice". Big Heart, Bethel W.C. Eke
"And the Grammy Award for Record of the Year goes to... Jason Lyndon for his hit song 'Hello, Lover!'" the announcer boomed into the microphone, as a huge cheer rose from the crowd. But there was no sign of Jason on stage. A moment of confusion passed through the crowd as they waited for the winner to accept the award. The announcer equally confused, gave another shot at calling him. But there was still no answer. Where was Jason Lyndon? He was just sitting amongst the other celebrities with his wife a few moments ago? Finally, Jason's current personal assistant, James Clarkson, looking dapper in his tuxedo, walked up to the microphone and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry to disappoint everyone," he said. "Jason Lyndon is unable to come up on stage right now. His wife has just gone into labor!" The crowd burst into whoops and applause, understanding the situation and happy for the new parents. While the crowd was still congratulating Jason, the PA spo
EVELYN'S HEART slammed painfully against her chest, as the lights dimmed and the first model walked down the runway. THIS WAS IT! This was the moment she had been waiting for all her life, the culmination of months of hard work and endless nights of toil to craft the best collection. Now, she was here in the Paris Fashion Week and her designs readied to be on display for the world to see. And she wasn't here alone. Her loved ones who'd been there for her through it all were here to witness this big win with her. As each model stepped onto the stage, wearing her creations, Evelyn's breath ceased and her heart thumped faster. She watched as the crowd gasped and murmured, their eyes drawn to the fabrics and the shapes that her designs created. It was like a dream come true. With each new design that appeared on the runway, Evelyn felt a surge of pride and happiness. Her vision was coming into existence, right before her eyes. She could see the intricate deta
IT WAS NOVEMBER 20TH AGAIN. The day The Rodriguez would never forget. The day they had lost Clarissa. The family had been unable to hold a memorial service for her since her death because they felt it would be a travesty to honor her while her killer walked free. It was too painful to commemorate her life when there was still so much left unresolved. It felt like admitting defeat, like giving up on justice. But even though they hadn't been able to properly honor her, they had never forgotten her. They still carried her memory in their hearts, and they knew that someday, they would come a year when they'll be proud to give her the memorial she deserved. As she looked out at the multitude gathered to honor the life of her sister, Evelyn felt a surge of emotion. She had never expected such a turnout and it brought tears of joy, sadness, and a sense of fulfillment. For a week straight, the words "We're sorry, Clarissa" and "Rest in peace, Clarissa" had been topping th
"WHOOAA!!!" LIVVIE exclaimed as she gaze around The Lyndons Manor living room. "I feel like I just died and went to an inventor's heaven." Evelyn was in awe too. In the corner of the living room, there was a massive holographic projector, which could display anything from a relaxing fireplace to a movie screen. The lighting could be shifted to suit any mood, from a cozy glow to a bright, energizing hue. A zero-gravity recliner that can massage the muscles and even heat up for added comfort. The Lyndon's Manor was truly a sight to behold. It was both futuristic and cutting-edge, while also exuding luxury and comfort. The interior was adorned with state-of-the-art gadgets, from self-cleaning floors to an AI-powered fridge that could order groceries and meal kits when it was running low. Every corner was designed to maximize productivity and efficiency, while also providing a space for ultimate relaxation and rejuvenation. The decor was sleek and minimalist, with an emphasis on clean l
"JASON...?" Evelyn searched his pale and weak face as his eyes fluttered open and focused on her. When he saw her, a smile broke out on his face. "Hey!" Jason whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse. Evelyn's heart swelled with relief. "I was so worried about you," she said, her voice shaking. "Are you okay?" He reached up to brush her face but she took his hand in midway and squeezed it gently. "I think I'm okay now," he said. "You think?" Evelyn dropped his hand, abruptly. "You think...?" She began to beat his chest softly in feigning annoyance as Jason laughed and groaned weakly. "Do you know how worried I was? I thought I'd lost you. How could you scare me like that? How dare you try to die on me?" Evelyn said, still thumping his chest. "Aw! Evy..." Jason winced. "I'm a patient, remember?" "Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to hit hard," He rubbed the front of the blue and white striped hospital attire. "My chest hurt." Evelyn caressed his che
JASON DIDN'T care if the criminals were successfully disarmed by the cops, his priority was Evelyn. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his hands trembling as his eyes scanned the room for any sign of the woman he loved. Then he saw her. She was sitting on a metal chair, her hands bound to it. Her eyes were closed, her face was slightly bruised and her cloth bloodied. But she was still breathing, and he felt a rush of relief wash over him. He ran to her side, dropping to his knees and gently lifting her head, checking her body for any other sign of injury. "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Ja--Jason! She did it. She--she killed Clarissa," Evelyn stuttered, her eyes unsteady. "She killed my sister." Jason nodded. "Shh! Shh! I know. I know," said softly, trying to free her from her bonds. "Get the keys to this damn thing." One of the uniform officers passed him the bunch of keys he found on the table while the rest fanned out, securi
SEVEN YEARS AGO: THE DAY OF CLARISSA'S DEATH... Clarissa was disheartened and looked all ruffled up as she trudged reluctantly away from Jason's mansion. Like having that horrible fight with her little sister wasn't enough for one day, that lunatic Diane Smithson had to show up and launched her latest exhibition of obsession on her. But how had she found out about Olivia's biological father? Clarissa thought. Julia was the only person she'd told about this. No one else. Not even her family. She was already suspicious of Julia, especially after she'd found out about her background which Julia had so flawlessly lied about. She'd still given her the benefit of the doubt because probably she might have been ashamed of her past. But disclosing what she'd told her in confidentiality was not acceptable. Clarissa pulled out her phone in the intention of confronting Julia about it but her weak voice over the phone discouraged her. Instead of confronting her, she resulted to as
EVELYN INHALED, stirring groggily. Her eyes fluttered open as she slowly began to regain consciousness. Her vision was still blurred as she struggled to figure out how where she was. She was in a dimly lit room, the only light coming from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. The room was bare, save for a few cardboard boxes and a single, metal chair that sat in front of her. She tried to sit straight, but a wave of dizziness and nausea hit her and she slumped back down. Her head throbbed, and as she raised her hand to reach for the back of her head, she realized that her wrists were chained to the arms of the metal chair she was sitting on and as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see that her ankles were shackled to the legs of the chair. She winced as she strained her head, striving to remember how she had gotten here, then her memory came surging with maximum force. She began to call out, hoping someone would hear her and come to her aid. As she strugg