"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 with her head resting right on top of her knees, still crying. Evelyn sighed. Squatting down to her position she placed a hand on her quivering shoulder. "Dee. What happened? Why are you on the floor crying?" She said in a soothing voice. Doris looked up at her friend with tear-filled eyes, sniffing. "Evy," she called hoarsely. "Jeff has been cheating on me. He has another girlfriend who he's getting engaged to today." "What?!" Evelyn shouted out astonished. She'd never believed in true love and all those silly stuff because she'd never experienced one and had never been in any way eager to do so, but she'd strongly believed that what Doris and Jeff shared was certainly true love. "Are you sure about this? You probably misunderstood or something?" "There was no misunderstanding, Evy. He came over early this morning with a huge bouquet. I thought he was going to propose to me but he wasn't, all he said to me was he was sorry and he has been seeing this girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with and their engagement party is supposed to be today." Evelyn hugged her best friend tightly. "It's okay, Dee. It's okay." "How could he do this to me? Of all days he chooses to do this to me? Today? My birthday?" Doris cried. "After all we've been through? How could he?" "Stop crying, Dee. That asshole isn't worth your tears, okay? You shouldn't be miserable on your B-day, he should. Instead of crying, you should be wreaking havoc at his stupid engagement party. The nerve of that guy! I'm breaking his legs when I lay my eyes on him." Evelyn said vehemently, rocking her friend's quivering body. "I thought of that a zillion times but I can't even do that which hurts even more." "And why can't you?" "He said they were going to be cameras capturing every moment of their engagement party and he threatened me with making sure the vid circulates if I did anything drastic. As much as I hate him I can't lose my followers." She pouted, sniffing. Evelyn blinked taken aback a little by her last line. She changed her mind about how she assumed her best friend was just a little childish. She was super childish! She'd thought she didn't want to wreck his engagement party because she was trying to be the bigger person and forgive him but she didn't want to do it because of her followers. Well, who was she kidding? Losing her fans would destroy her. Doris' followers were the second most important thing to her. The first was her life. "When I promised my fans to surprise them with something vast today." she continued, wiping her tears with the back of her hand and spreading her legs in front of her. "I did not picture this at all." "Hold up a sec." Evelyn sat down beside her friend. "Why would you be the one losing followers? He cheated on you. He should be one losing followers not you." "You're right!" Doris said abruptly, trying to stand up forgetting she was under the kitchen table. "Owww-aah!" She yelled rubbing the top of her head. Evelyn shook her head, trying to smother the laughter bubbling up. "I think is about time we left this table." "Good idea." Doris winced, as they both hurried out from under the kitchen table. "So what's the plan?" Evelyn asked the moment they got to Doris' room. Doris' face wrinkled in a silent laugh of derision. "I'm gonna make sure he rues the day he met me." She said with a sinister look on her face, ferociously ripping the tissue paper she'd used in wiping her tears. "I'm gonna rip off his balls and make an omelet out of it." Evelyn stared at her from the corner of her eyes alarmed by her choice of words. "Okay, calm down Mrs. Voldemort." She said "You're starting to creep me out. Let's not do anything illegal. Prison food tastes horrible." "How'd you know that if you haven't been there?" "I don't know, that's what most people say. Anyway, that's beside the point. What exactly are you planning?" Doris scoffed, tossing her hair. "Well, he'll probably think I'm under a table bawling my eyes out too devastated to do anything..." "You actually were some few minutes ago." Evelyn interrupted. "Don't rub it in!" Doris retorted with clenched teeth. "And would you let me finish speaking?" Evelyn raised both her hands up. "My apologies! Continue." Doris glared at her one last time, sighed, then continued. "He'd be probably too occupied with his engagement party which is the perfect time to unleash my plan." She reached for her tripod and started mounting her streaming devices. "I know Jeff a lot and one thing he hates apart from Avocados is going live on camera, so I'm one hundred percent sure his engagement party won't be streamed live." "Okay, you lost me at ‘Avocados’. Who on earth hates Avocados?!" Evelyn demanded and was rewarded with a murderous glare from Doris. She laughed nervously. "Sorry. Go ahead." "Anyway, he knows he'd be called out by our fans about his engagement to someone else when he finally uploads the vlog on his social media handle. Certainly, he would have made a plan to pin it on me somehow which I'm not gonna let happen. I'm gonna beat him to his own game." "So how are you gonna do that?" Doris laughed softly. "Evy, I wasn't crowned drama queen of our high school for nothing." She sat down in front of her camera. Then turned to her friend with a smirk. "Relax. Watch and learn!" With that, she turned on her camera and her drama queen mode. Before 30 sec she already had 5K views and counting. Evelyn gaped in amazement at her phone, then at her friend, then back to her phone. She knew how influential her friend was but had no idea the great weight her image carries. She hadn't really had any time to watch her videos or stream them live this was actually the first time for her. Evelyn nearly burst out laughing when Doris started whimpering, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Hello, guys. I know I'm not in my best appearance which isn't supposed to be so, considering today is my B-day and all." She sobbed some more making her viewers comment like crazy, asking what was wrong with her. "I'm canceling my Birthday Bash because I'm not in a good condition to celebrate. I was gonna share a piece of huge news with y'all which was supposed to be my proposal. You see, I thought Jeff was going to ask me to marry him, I guess I thought ahead of myself." She sniffled, damping her tears. "Anyway, long story short, he came over to my apartment this morning and said he was getting engaged to another chick today. Does that even make sense? We've been dating for three years and he's just gonna cheat on me and rub it on my face, threatening to ruin my image. He's been leading me on all this while making me believe we were going beyond boyfriend and girlfriend but it was all a sham. You guys I'm aching so badly right now, like, this isn't the kind of news I was hoping to share with y'all, but here we are. I feel like I'm closely plunging into depression. I'll be off social media for a while to try and nurse my broken heart. Thank you for being here for me all this while. I love you guys. Till the next time, stay safe." Doris switched off the camera, wiped her tears, and smiled at Evelyn. "Now let's see if he can beat that?" She crossed one leg over the other. "He chose the wrong chick to mess with." Evelyn clapped twice. "Wow! I think Jeff is gonna get boycotted after this." She clicked on Jeff's account. "Whoa! He has lost 100K followers already?!" "Which he deserves!" Doris snapped. "Weren't you like in love with him some minutes ago?" "I've moved on sweetie." "That quick? And you wonder why I choose not to be in any fashion of relationship." "Okay, that right there is not what we're gonna do. You're not gonna slip out of a good relationship right in front of you because people around you have had it bad. Look at me I've dated some serious scum bags, but I still believe in love. "Uuhhh... And where exactly has that gotten you?" Evelyn asked, sneeringly. Doris rolled her eyes. "The point is, love is a beautiful thing and you shouldn't give up on it. Now," she stood up stretching her hand towards her friend. "Let's go drink away our sorrow." "What? Drink? You know I don't drink!" Evelyn slapped her friend's hand away, shooting her piercing glare. "And didn't you just say you've moved on?" "I've moved on but I still need to heal my shattered heart. Besides it's still my B-day, I've still got to celebrate even though it wasn't the Birthday I expected." She pulled Evelyn up despite her struggles. Pouting and making puppylike faces. "C'mon, I have to drink and you know I can't drink alone. You've gotta come with me, pretty please. You just have to drink one glass. Just one...mmm?" "Fine. Just one and I'm getting outta there, okay?" Evelyn stated firmly. "Okay. Let's go!" Doris shrilled at the top of her voice, making Evelyn stick her thumbs in her ears.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
EVELYN, NOW fully dressed, folded her arms and fixed an intense gaze on Jason who was wincing and massaging his forehead with an ice bag. She'd been so startled and enraged at the same time that she'd bashed his head with a bedside flower vase the moment she realise he was the one in bed with her. Luckily for him, no serious physical damage was done. Just a swollen forehead and probably a concussion. Jason banged the ice bag on the coffee table. The coffee table was the only bridge between the both of them, separating them from murdering each other. He shoots his piercing glare at her. She was almost taken aback by the anger in his eyes. She could practically feel the heat of that laser beam gaze burning a hole through her forehead and was surprised that there was no smell of smoke or a scorch mark on the wall behind her. Wait a damn minute. He shouldn't be the one angry here. She should. He was the one who had violated her. And now he's mad? What for? Okay, so maybe
AFTER SPEAKING to the Doctor, Evelyn slowly opened the door to Doris' hospital room and peeked in through the gap. Doris was lying down, face up, her right leg which was wrapped in bandages was slightly lifted. She couldn't hear any snoring but she knew, from the sound of groans coming from the direction of the hospital bed, that her friend was wide awake. Slowly and quietly sneaking open the door, she stepped into the room smiling guiltily at her well-awake friend who was now glowering at her. "I hate you, Evy." She pouted, whimpering. "I can't believe you left me alone. Now I don't only have to nurse my broken heart, I also have to nurse my broken leg. My leg is destroyed." Evelyn sat on her bed. "I'm sorry, Dee. I was in some sort of situation myself." She said gently stroking her injured leg. "Anyway, your legs aren't broken. The Doctor said you only sprained your ankle." Doris sniffled. "A sprain? It feels more like a fracture." Evelyn gave a small laugh. Sh
EVELYN STRODE down the busy Los Angeles sidewalk under the scorching afternoon sun, humming along with the song she was listening to through her AirPods. Despite the cacophony of noise that seemed to come from every direction, cars, buses, taxi cabs, bikes, and people pushing and maneuvering around one another nothing could stop her from being in a good mood. Every member of her family had asked her what the occasion was that morning during breakfast because she was rarely in a good mood. She'd just smiled and said nothing. She was still skeptical about telling them what she had up her sleeves. Yesterday had been a terrible day for her, but today? Today was the day she took the very first step to accomplishing her seven-year-long plan. She'd filled Doris in on the details when they had taken off to the hospital café yesterday evening after her discharge. The plan was to live with Jason for at least six months and within that six months, she'd try to find any clue
LATER THAT evening, Jason stood at his in-house studio trying to compose the song for his next album, but his mind kept wavering, finding it difficult to get inspired. After a while, he gave up, placed his jotter down, and just sat down pondering about his day's ordeal. He couldn't believe he had actually at one point considered Evelyn's offer. That woman was bad news. He couldn't even spend an hour under the same roof with her without getting pissed out let alone six FREAKING months. Uh-uh! Not happening! Absolutely NOT! If she ever lived with him, there won't be any moment of peace in his life. His serenity would be out of the window real quick. There was no way he was risking that. He was completely clueless about what to do. Both choices he has to get himself out of this mess were horrible and the thought disturbed him to his core. At that point, he had to make a choice that seemed like the hardest thing to do. How exactly did he get in this mess in the fi
JASON WAS famished and exhausted for food and sleep. He hadn't had breakfast or lunch throughout the day and at that point, he was close to passing out from hypoglycemia. Dealing with this father had sapped what little energy he had left in him. Now, he has to deal with Kelly Davis before all this blows out of proportion. Finally, he arrived at the location Brad had sent to him the previous day. It was a small eatery in a secluded part of the city with little or no people around. Jason packed his car gingerly at the parking space. He looked around scanning the vicinity in his car checking for any suspicious-looking person. Brad had notified him that he had absolutely nothing to worry the place was reporters free and he'd even reserved the entire eatery for the whole day. He put on a black face cap, a facemask, and sunshades that were constantly in his car before stepping out of the car. Being in the middle of all those scandals and rumors had taught him a
EVELYN squinted her eyes as the blinding flashes of light— from the reporters' cameras— flickered from every angle of the conference hall. She wasn't used to this. Being in the spotlight and receiving this sort of attention was a little overwhelming for her. Jason, on the other hand, was totally unperturbed and doing his thing like the pro he was. He was no doubt in his own world. Evelyn glanced at Jason from the corner of her eyes who was seated right by her side holding her hand and at some point, he kissed the back of her hand like any lover would do. It had taken them a whole week to plan this press conference. They had to come up with a back story on how they met and how they became a couple. Something striking. Something believable that would convince the press and viewers. Evelyn had moved into his house two days before the press conference even though her family wasn't too happy about it. She finally gathered her courage and told her mother
EVELYN SAT down drumming her fingers anxiously on the tabletop one of Dionysus Bar's tables waiting anxiously for Matt to arrive. Has she arrived early? She had a habit of setting an alarm when she had any form of appointment and she'd set an alarm earlier than usual to give herself time to glam up. She found her phone in her bag and check the time. It was 07:32 pm. It was way past the time they had agreed to meet up. What was taking him so long? Could he be stuck in traffic? Evelyn looked around scanning the area. She hated this place. Not only was it too pricey here in Dionysus Bar, she still harbored some horrible memories of the last time she was here. But she couldn't think of any other safer place to have a decent conversation without being hassled by reporters and paparazzi. Being a celebrity's girlfriend was no joke. Her privacy was gone. Totally! It was rumpled and tossed right out of the universe. She couldn't move out through the front entr
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