All Chapters of Mr.Wrong: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Casey P.O.V The blaring alarm clock pierced the early morning silence, its shrill sound dragging me from the depths of sleep. My hand flailed across the nightstand, fingers brushing against the cold, hard surface until they found the culprit. With a loud, frustrated groan, I slammed the off button and rolled back under the covers. Not two seconds later, my phone alarm joined the party. I let out a loud groan, throwing the pillow over my head as though it could block the incessant noise. It didn’t. "Fine, fine, I am up," I muttered as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and glared at my phone. The screen blinked mockingly. 8:30 AM.Two hours until the job interview. I dragged myself to the bathroom, flipping the light switch and wincing as the brightness stabbed at my barely-open eyes. My reflection in the mirror was nothing short of a disaster.Puffy eyes with dark circles, hair a tangled mess, and a crease across my cheek from sleeping on the pillow wrong. "You have got th

Casey P.O.V I reached the office building, panting heavily from having walked the last two blocks after the tense cab ride with Owen. My nerves were already stretched thin, and the added frustration of sharing a confined space with him for even a short drive had done nothing to help. The towering structure loomed above me, its sleek glass façade gleaming under the morning sun, reflecting the busy streets and towering skyscrapers surrounding it. For a brief moment, I stood at the base, catching my breath, my hands smoothing out the wrinkles in my blouse and adjusting my skirt, hoping to regain at least some semblance of composure. The weight of the interview pressed heavily on my shoulders, making my pulse race faster than it already was from the hurried walk. With one last deep breath, I pushed through the revolving doors and stepped inside, immediately enveloped by the cool embrace of the air conditioning. The stark contrast between the sweltering heat outside and the crisp, refresh

Owen P.O.VIt was ten in the morning when I stepped into my restaurant, the familiar hum of activity enveloping me as the scents of cooking food wafted through the air. The clinking of glasses and soft murmur of conversation filled the space. As I walked past the bustling kitchen, my friend and chef , Oliver, approached me with pursed lips.“Hey, man," Oliver said, wiping his hands on a towel. "There is someone waiting for you in the back, in the outdoor section. Says she is from a news company.”"Thanks, Oliver. I will handle it," I replied, giving him a part on the shoulder I went to my office to keep files of yesterday’s meeting.Making my way to the outdoor patio, I spotted a woman sitting at a table by the large glass windows that overlooked the garden. She was striking, her presence immediate and undeniable. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, framing a face with sharp, defined features. Her eyes, a deep green, flickered with curiosity , observing her su

Owen P.O.V Squeezing my eyes shut, I took a steadying breath, flexed my foot, and carefully slid towards the edge of the platform, my fingers gripping the railing behind me like my life depended on it which, in this moment, it probably did. The metal felt cold and slick against my sweaty palm, a stark reminder of just how precarious my position was. Okay, just a few more steps, I told myself. A little more, and I’ll be safe. Just a little more. The weight of my body felt like lead, every muscle tensed as I tried to inch forward without making a sound. The last thing I needed was for anyone inside to turn around and see me, half-naked, clinging to a balcony ledge like some deranged action hero in a really bad heist movie. I moved slowly, cautiously, but just as I was about to take another step, something yanked me back. I stumbled slightly, my grip tightening on the railing as a jolt of panic surged through me. What the, I twisted my head to glance over my shoulder, and my stomach dro

Author P.O.VMarching out of the complex, Ava's face burned with anger and humiliation. She held her clothes and purse tightly in her hands, her mind racing as she opened the car door and threw her things into the backseat with a frustrated huff. Every cell in her body buzzed with fury at Owen Brown. She was done playing nice.Yanking her phone out, she quickly dialed a number. “Hello, Ryan? Cancel the context I sent you about Mr. Brown. I have something far more interesting to share about him.” An evil smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned back in the driver's seat, listening to Ryan’s surprised response. “Trust me, you’ll want to hear this.”Yanking her phone out, she quickly dialed a number. “Hello, Ryan? Cancel the context I sent you about Mr. Brown. I have something far more interesting to share about him.” An evil smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned back in the driver's seat, listening to Ryan’s surprised response. “Trust me, you’ll want to hear this.”She hung up the phone,