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

Casey P.O.VThe blaring alarm clock filled the room with shrill sound, yet I stubbornly kept my eyes shut. My hand groped blindly across the nightstand, fumbling for the off button. After a few frustrating moments, I finally silenced the intrusive noise. Without opening my eyes, I yanked open the drawer, chucked the alarm clock inside, and slammed it shut with a satisfying thud.Good riddance. With a deep, relieved sigh, I nestled back into my pillows, eager to reclaim the remnants of my dream.Just as the bliss of sleep began to envelop me once more, my phone alarm erupted into a shrill symphony, shattering my fleeting peace.Fine, fine, I am up,” I muttered, dragging myself to sit on the bed. Squinting against the dim light, I patted the bed and nightstand until my fingers closed around my phone. I turned off the alarm and set it back on the nightstand, the screen briefly illuminating the time: two hours until my job interview.With a deep breath, I pushed the covers aside and swung

Casey P.O.VI reached the office building, panting heavily from having walked the last two blocks after the tense cab ride with Owen.The towering structure loomed above me, its glass façade reflecting the morning sun. I paused for a moment to catch my breath, straightening my clothes and trying to smooth out the wrinkles from my hurried sprint.Taking a deep breath, I pushed through the revolving doors and into the lobby. The cool air conditioning was a welcome relief from the outside heat. I walked up to the reception desk, where a friendly-looking woman greeted me."Good morning. How can I help you?" she asked with a smile.“I am here for an interview," I managed to say, still slightly out of breath. "My name is Casey Maxwell.”She nodded and typed something into her computer. "Ah, yes. You're here for the position with Mr. Thompson. Please take the elevator to the top floor. You'll find another receptionist there who will assist you.”I thanked her and made my way to the elevators,

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.VScrewing my eyes shut I flex my foot and slide towards the edge of the platform while gripping the railing that was behind me. Ok fine, just a few more steps and I will reach the end , just a little more then I will be safe.Just a little , just a little more.I tried to move but something was pulling me back or more like my towel back. I looked over my shoulder and felt a surge of panic as I realised my towel was snagged on the glass slide. Great, just great. Out of all the ways to die, hanging off the edge of a balcony in nothing but a towel was definitely not on my list. I tugged at it gently, hoping it would come loose without drawing attention. No luck. The thing was jammed tight.I glanced back into the apartment. The girls were still in their heated argument, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was one slip away from a very embarrassing demise. Their voices grew louder, and I could see one of them pointing in the direction of the balcony."Oh no," I whispered und

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,