THE FILE Evelyn was holding hit the floor with a whack. Her pulse raced out of control. Her hands were now shaking so violently that she shoved them in the pockets of the pale lilac cotton dress she was wearing, then took a deep breath and let out a nervous laugh. "Hi... Hi Julia. Weren't you supposed to be on a flight to Norway with Jason?" Evelyn said with an uneasy smile. Julia looked at her from the corner of her eyes. "Yes. I was but Jason sent me back to take care of a more essential matter. " Then she looked down at the scattered file and pictures on the ground. "What are you up to? Why are you going through Jason's stuff?" "Oh! This..." Evelyn swatted down abruptly, picking up the files with fidgety hands. "Is nothing... I was just bored and alone and I decided to take a tour around..." Julia covered the gap between them and snatch the file from Evelyn immediately as she rose. She waved the file in front of her. "Why were you going through this file so intently
TILTING HER head back, Evelyn savored the Los Angeles sun. The weather was still delightful at nine o'clock in the morning before the real heat and humidity set in. Seated at the outdoor table close to the guitar-shaped swimming pool, she had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a perfect cup of coffee to start her day. She was dressed in a form-fitting torn jean skimpy shorts that displayed her bare long legs and a tight peach crop top that hugged her body making her boobs extra pronounced. The silver butterfly-shaped belly button ring which glittered from the reflection of the sun perfected the entire look. Evelyn read the social pages with the same avid interest that older women devoted to watching telenovela series. She soaked in all the latest designs and trends. She felt more at ease focusing a little on her career now she knows she had more capable people assisting her with her quest. And at the rate her clothes were selling she had to come up with new designs. Fast.
JASON HAD been so jet lagged from his flight and hurrying home to get at least a three-hour sleep had been the top on his priority list. Being in the middle of a soon-to-be cat fight was never what he expected but he couldn't help but take pleasure in the look on Evelyn's face the moment Diane had mentioned 'FIANCE'. WAS THAT JEALOUSY? Jason, covering the space between them, hugged and kiss Diane on her cheeks ignoring Evelyn and determined to infuriate her even further. "What are you doing here?" Diane gleamed. "I came for a little Vacay here in LA," She replied. "Y'know, I was thinking of staying at The Lyndon's manor until I get an apartment, but it'll be hella boring without you there. So I came over here." She looked at him with a dewy-eyed expression. "It's okay if I stay with you, right?" Jason opened his mouth to answer when Evelyn cut him off. "Uhh... Hello," she said with a wave of her hand. "Jason, can we have a word?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "In pr
SAFELY PUTTING away the Christmas decorations at the storage room where she'd gotten them from, Evelyn beamed at how smart she'd thought earlier. She'd deliberately set them up because she knew Jason well enough to want her to remove the poster of her celebrity crush, Adam Cupid. So she'd come up with the idea of giving him an even worse option. TSK, WORKS ALL THE TIME! Adam Cupid was the only artisté Evelyn would assert to be obsessed with. She'd loved both him and his songs right from the very first day of his debut five years ago. Back then, when the second wave of depression over her sister's death had caught up to her, his debut title song YOU'LL BE FINE popped up on the cab radio she'd boarded. The song had spoken to her and given her hope when she'd felt like giving up, to the extent she'd felt like he'd written the song just for her. And all his songs since then had had the same effect on her. Over the years, Evelyn had grown a sort of undying love for him. He
WHEN EVELYN got to the foyer, she picked up the phone and stared into the camera, gingerly making her way to the rear wing of the mansion to the courtyard where her privacy was guaranteed. "Hola, Mami!" She waved at her niece. "What's good?!" "Hola, Tía!" Livvie's reply came almost inaudibly amidst the cacophonic background. Just before Evelyn could complain about the noise, a group of grade schoolers scurried to Livvie's side, battling to join the facetime, all of them speaking almost at the same time. "Wow! Is that your aunt?!" "You weren't kidding when you said Jason's girlfriend was your aunt?!" "OMG! She's so pretty..." "I can't believe I'm face timing my idol's girlfriend!" "Is Jason there with you right now?!" "Give us a peek of what the interior of his mansion looks like!" "If possible his bedroom... with him in it!" Evelyn blinked on hearing the last comment while the little girls blushed and giggled. Livvie shooed them away. "
"JASON!" NORA loose a squeal of excitement and ran towards him the moment she noticed him walking into the hallway. Jason lifted her into his arms and hurled her up in the air which made her squeal more in excitement. "Hiya, kiddo!" He said in his best cowboy accent trying to imitate Ray from Nora's favorite kid's show "Treasure Hunt With Ray". That was their little ritual. Nora giggled. " Hiya, Jason!" She replied, planting a moist kiss on his cheek. "Why haven't you been around for a while now?" She pouted her bottom lip. "Don't you miss me?" "Of course I miss you, little princess" he said smoothing out her hair that had been ruffled up from hurling her in the air. "I've been really busy lately. Here's a peace offering." He took a little pink backpack— designed to look like a unicorn— off his right shoulder. "Wow! Unicorn!" She grabbed it from him. "Thank you!" "Where's daddy?" Jason asked striding towards Brad's bedroom. Nora flickered her little foref
EVELYN AWOKE the next day to find the bed empty and Jason had disappeared. It had been quite chaotic last night deciding on who will take the bed and who will take the coach. After minutes of controversy, they had both agreed to sleep at the far ends of the king-size bed. Evelyn had added more spice to it by building a barricade of pillows cutting off his own half from hers. The barricade of pillows which were scattered all over the bed. Evelyn grabbed her phone from the bedside table and slide it into her pocket as she pulled herself up. She came to a halt at midway. For some unexplainable reasons, she felt a sudden pang of starvation hit her. Hard. She groaned, gripping her stomach, and made a beeline for the kitchen to make herself a quick breakfast. On getting there, she found Diane sitting cross-legged in all her loftiness, leafing through a fashion magazine as Flora, Jason's cook, made her a platter of what seemed like a Greek salad. WASN'T SHE THE ONE S
YOU KNOW YOU REMIND ME OF THIS GIRL. SHE WAS JUST AS LIKE YOU. SAME ATTITUDE, SAME LOWLINESS. BUT IT DIDN'T QUITE END WELL FOR HER... A FRIENDLY PIECE OF ADVICE, STAY AWAY FROM JASON BEFORE YOU REGRET IT TOO... Diane's words echoed in Evelyn's mind. They chased around her brain even now, later the next day as she prepared to go check out her new space. The rate at which orders for her clothes were flooding in, she needed a temporary space to work in and she also needed to hire someone to help, maybe two or three someones. A few weeks ago, Doris had contacted her to recommend a real estate agent her family knew and the woman named Rosa was a connoisseur who lived up to Doris' description of a go-getter who knew her business. However, the entire process took time. A couple of listings Rosa showed them were pretty good— not perfect, but adequate— and Evelyn could have been content with either of them. Though yesterday she had found the perfect space she wanted, she still
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