All Chapters of When The Wrong One Loves You Right: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

THEY MADE it to the hotel in record time. Because they were early, traffic wasn't bad yet. Their security team maintained crowd control as they stepped out of the limousine. They were like a pride of lions, confident and powerful. Every step was graceful and commanding as if they own the very ground beneath their feet. Their eyes were sharp and intense, but their smile carried enough spark to warm the place. A red carpet was aligned perfectly up the enormous stairs leading to the entrance of the hotel. Reporters, paparazzi, fans, and whatnot were already behind the barriers of the stairs, clicking photos, shooting questions, and cheering hysterically. Le Grand Château was befitting of its name. From the vast, sophisticated lobby, down the wide hallways covered in luxurious Oriental rugs, to the entranceway into the ballroom, the place was awash in flowers and tiny white lights and golden gauze bows. Pale orchids in cream and lavender emitted a subtle fragrance. The hotel w

"MARCUS! REPLACE that dress with the top most trendy dress from last month. Let's add that to the collection!" Aubrey called to Marcus who was dressing one of the mannequins "Yes, ma'am!" Marcus jeered humorously, saluting. "Tess! Lola! Those mannequins are not properly dressed. Please, straighten out the crease," Aubrey blurted to the other girls. "Lilly! Come give me a with this pile of fabric." Meanwhile, Evelyn was in her office compiling the designs in her sketchbook. Two days after Jason's grand birthday, Celine Philippe contacted her and notified her that she would be at the showroom in two days. Which was today. The air around the showroom had been filled with anticipation as they prepared for the momentous day. In an hour, she received a text from Celine that she was arriving. Evelyn hurried out to the showroom where her assistants were waiting. "Guys, guys, guys..." Evelyn surged in clapping to get their attention. They stood up from their various seats r

A WEEK later and Evelyn was still skeptical about telling Jason about everything that was going on. With how genuine he'd been expressing his feelings for her, she knew she should be able to trust him by now, but she wasn't sure if it was factual or if it was just all an act. Especially now she'd found out her sister couldn't trust him either. It wasn't that difficult evading him these days, anyway. Ever since the release of his album, Jason had been in one show or the other, one signing event or the other, and every other stuff musical artists do during their music promotion. Evelyn had a lot on her plate. She'd waited for one longanimous week to get a response from Dr. Adam Fletcher which never came. She'd been trying to remain reasonable to avoid taking drastic measures she may regret for life. A knock on her office door drew her attention from her troubling thought. "Hey, there!" Julia singsonged, bearing carry-outs in her hands. When Julia balanced the food c

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

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