All Chapters of Mr.Wrong: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Authors P.O.V“Hmmm…” Casey muttered as she scanned the series of books on her cousin's bookshelf. But nothing had quite caught her interest yet.“So let me get this straight—you are telling me that lousy son of a bitch got that girl pregnant, and then you hurt yourself while spying on them?” Zazu asked, dissolving into laughter as she swirled the wine in her glass.“Laugh all you want. It is not like your boyfriend is cheating on you,” Casey replied dryly, her eyes still skimming the titles of the books. Silence filled the room.“What is this?” Casey murmured as she rose onto her good foot, reaching for a book on the top shelf. Her eyebrows furrowed when she read the title.‘One Hundred and One Ways to Get Your Dream Man.’*What is this?* She was about to turn and ask when she noticed Zazu was lost in thought, a deep sadness etched on her face. Her eyes were glossy, and her usual spark seemed to have dulled.“Hey, what happened?” Casey limped over to the couch and took a seat opposit

Casey P.O.VIt was Sunday morning, and the sunlight was streaming gently through my window, casting soft shadows across the room. I stretched lazily in bed before slipping into my routine.After brushing my teeth and splashing cold water on my face to shake off the remnants of sleep, I threw on a comfortable T-shirt and shorts. My hair was still slightly damp from the shower as I stepped out of my room and made my way to the living room.Zazu was lounging on the couch, her legs stretched out lazily while she sipped her morning coffee. She had a magazine held above her face, completely absorbed in it. The smell of the coffee lingered in the air, making me even hungrier."Good morning," I mumbled as I passed by the couch.“Morning,” she responded, her eyes still glued to the magazine.I was about to continue toward the kitchen to make my breakfast when something made me stop. My feet halted mid-step, and without turning I began to walk backward until I was lined up with the magazine in h

Casey P.O.VInside, the ballroom was dazzling. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden glow over the elegantly dressed crowd. Waiters moved through the sea of people, offering champagne and hors d'oeuvres, while soft classical music played in the background. The atmosphere was sophisticated yet lively.Zazu and I navigated our way through the crowd, exchanging polite smiles and nods as we went. Till now everything is going well but I am still waiting for the other shoe to drop. We went out through the pilot door, to the back swimming pool where others were.After a few minutes, we found a small table near the edge of the swimming pool. Zazu sank into the chair with a sigh, and I followed suit, grateful for the break from standing.“I think I need a drink before the night really gets started,” Zazu said, scanning the area for a waiter. “What about you?”I nodded. “Definitely.”As if on cue, a waiter appeared with a tray of champagne flutes. Zazu grabbed two, h

Casey P.O.VThe chaos around the pool finally started to die down, though cameras were still flashing, and people were whispering like they had just witnessed the scandal of the century. I stood there, still holding both drinks, frozen for a second longer than necessary as I watched Zazu resurface from the water. She looked like a drenched cat, mascara streaking down her cheeks, hair clinging to her face like vines. Her opponent, Brooks’ date, was not faring much better, splashing around beside her with an equally ruined look.I pushed through the remaining crowd, setting the drinks down on the nearest table, and rushed over to help. By the time I got close, Zazu was already pulling herself out of the pool, teeth gritted, breathing heavily. Her dress clung to her like a second skin, and I could see the anger radiating off her like heat waves.“Zazu, let’s get out of here,” I said, grabbing her arm gently but firmly. She was staring daggers at Brooks, who was trying to help his date up

Casey P.O.VThe clock had barely ticked past noon when Zazu finally walked through the front door, and I could tell immediately something was off. Her usually lively eyes were dull, her face pale, and she clutched her purse tightly against her side like it was the only thing holding her together. I had been waiting for her, anxious about what the HR meeting might have been about, especially after the fiasco at the charity ball.I sat up from the couch where I had been lazily scrolling through my phone. "Zazu?" I called out softly, noticing the way she stiffened at the sound of my voice. "What happened? How did it go?"She did not answer right away. Instead, she took slow, deliberate steps toward the kitchen counter and set her purse down before leaning against the counter for support. Her hands were shaking, and she seemed to be struggling with her words, like she wasn’t sure how to start.I stood up and approached her cautiously. "Zazu, you are scaring me. What happened in the meetin