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
"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
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
Evelyn Rodriguez sat up abruptly, squinting her eyes protecting them from the blinding daylight sun. She looked around scanning the room in confusion trying to identify anything familiar. She had no recollection of where she was. Last she remembered was being at a bar, celebrating her BFF's birthday, now she was in a king-size bed in God knows where. She held her head with both hands wincing as the hangover pain pierced through her head. "Where the hell am I?" She muttered under her breath. Evelyn mentally tried to recollect the events of last night and how she ended up here but her eyes instinctively fell upon her duvet-clad body. She peeped underneath the cover and was shocked to her bone marrow to see herself naked under the cover. Gasping for air, she looked up abruptly, and then she looked down again, this time looking way below, between her thighs. There were splatters of blood here and there and even on the mattress too. "No, no, no! This can't be happening." S
TWO DAYS EARLIER... "Evy, You know we have just today to prep for my birthday? I want everything to be perfect!" Doris, Evelyn's childhood best friend spoke from the other end of the phone. "This is gonna be the best birthday of my life." Evelyn struggling between carrying brimful grocery bags and making her way out of the crowded store chuckled at her friend's enthusiasm. "How could I possibly forget when you remind me of every little chance you get?" She stopped and got into the Uber she had called earlier. "You have nothing to worry about. Everything is perfectly in order, Ma'am. Tomorrow is gonna be a blast." Doris Evans, a 25-year-old model and social media influencer with about 20 million followers, has always been one to care about her birthdays, but this year's birthday seems to be super special to her. She had somehow overheard her boyfriend, Jeff, on the phone with one of his friends, talking about surprising his girlfriend with a gift that'll take her breath aw
"WHAT EXACTLY is your work here?!" Jason Lyndon yelled at his PA, Julia Anderson, whose face was downhearted. "Do I pay you to slack off at your work and let such a stupid rumor like this spread?" "Calm down, Jason." Brad Bruce, Jason's best friend, placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure she's trying to find a way to solve this problem. Chill out, okay? You're scaring her." Jason took a long deep breath. Then turned to Julia, pointing a long finger at her face. "I don't care how you're gonna do it but fix this!" He said firmly with clenched teeth. Then he took a breath and added calmly. "Please." "Yes! Boss." Julia said fidgety. Just as she was about to leave, her phone rang. She excused herself and took the call. After a moment later she returned with the phone. "It's your father, Boss. He wants to have a word with you at The Lyndon's Manor." "Tell him I'm busy." "He said he has a solution to your problems." Jason's brow pleated with frowns line as he fixed
"CALM DOWN, Doris!" Evelyn hurried out of her house reaching out for the handle of the taxi she'd called earlier. She spoke to her friend through her phone who was bawling her eyes, talking randomly. "Slow down, Doris. I can't hear you. I'm on my way to your apartment, okay?" She hung up and tapped the driver's shoulders. "Could you please hurry up?" "Yes, Ma'am." He replied, stepping on the gas pedal. Evelyn was about to go complete the finish touches on the rented hall they had prepared for Doris' birthday bash which was today when her best friend had called her wailing and gibbering. She found it difficult to understand what her friend was on about over the phone but she's never seen her best friend this way. Yeah! She could be a little puerile sometimes but not like this. After a few minutes, Evelyn barged into Doris' apartment yelling out her name. "Doris! Doris!" She scanned every corner of her apartment and finally spotted her underneath her kitchen table sitting w
JASON YAWNED bored at the sight of the lovey-dovey couples slow dancing at the podium. He'd only attended the engagement party not only to perform for a diehard fan but also because those sorts of parties were a good location to get pretty ladies. Lately, he'd been so stressed out with finding inspiration for his next album and handling the rumors about him. He wasn't even close to finding solutions for either of his problems. He was in need of some sexy lady to ease his stress away. And so far, he wasn't getting any. Everyone seems to be in love with the couple. He looked back at the couple and snorted contemptuously. He's known Jeff Blake for quite a while now or at least what he's heard about him. Jeff was a terrible playboy! He was a playboy himself but not as awful as Jeff. At least, he made such his conquests understood there were no strings attached and they had no future together. But not Jeff, he would coax his unfortunate lover, making her believe she was the
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