LOGINSample: ' “Motherfucking dog is what he is , damn it” she chugged her drink down . She pointed her unsteady hand at her two best friends who were watching the show unfold . “ All men are the same . HEARTLESS CHEATING BASTARDS . Do you hear me? Heartless cheating bastards ” Casey screamed at the men sitting on a nearby table. “Yes, that's what you all are . Cheaters . Bloodsucking vampires, you use women like chewing gum and spit them out after you use them”. She placed her glass with a loud bang , almost falling off the table. She joined her hands while looking up at the ceiling, blinking . “If someone up there is listening, I wish all these men would suffer from crabs so bad , they would scratch it so hard that their dicks will fall off ”. She looked down and pointed a finger at them. “This is my curse on your species ”. She turned back to her friends leaving behind a group of mortified men with wide eyes who were left there holding their junks in fear . ' Casey has always been a hopeless romantic, searching for the one person who will finally return her love. Owen, on the surface, has it all—wealth, fame, and an endless stream of admirers. Yet despite his many conquests, he shuns commitment, refusing to be tied to anyone. When a scandal threatens his reputation, Owen concocts a plan: a fake engagement to Casey, In return, he promises to help her win a man. It soon grows complicated.Owen finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Casey but just when love seems within reach, Owen's past returns—his ex, stirring old emotions and doubts. What happened next read in my book ‘Mr Wrong'
View MoreCasey P.O.V "You are under arrest, Mr. Daniel Black, for the murder of Anastasia Turner, misleading the law, and framing Mr. Brown in the murder of Ms. Turner." The police officer’s voice rang across the grand wedding venue as he snapped handcuffs onto Daniel’s wrists. A stunned silence followed before gasps and murmurs rippled through the guests. Cameras flashed from every direction, reporters scrambling to document the sudden scandal. Beside him, Layla ,dressed in an extravagant white wedding gown thrashed violently against the officers. "No! Let me go! I didn't do anything!" she shrieked, her manicured nails clawing at the policeman's grip as he restrained her. Her veil slipped off her perfectly styled hair as she tried to shake them off. "For theft and embezzlement, Mr. Miller and Layla Miller, you are also under arrest," the officer continued, his tone cold and unwavering. "You have the wrong people!" Mr. Miller, Layla’s father, barked, his face red with rage as he was bein
Casey P.O.VI woke up with a groggy mind and a heavy body, blinking against the dim light filtering through the curtains. My room was dark, the only glow coming from the bedside clock. 8:00 p.m. I slept through the entire afternoon. No surprise there I had spent most of my morning hugging the toilet, barely able to keep water down.I still felt weak, but at least the dizziness had subsided. Dragging myself out of bed, I ran a hand over my face and sighed. For the past week, I had been feeling miserable, physically and emotionally. My life was in shambles. My love life was a disaster, my work was going downhill, and on top of everything, my body was betraying me. It had to be food poisoning. What else could it be?Three weeks ago, Owen had walked out of my life, and I had spent every day since drowning in heartbreak. It was not just the pain of losing him, it was watching him parade around with Layla in the office, acting like nothing had happened between us. And the worst part? Layla
Owen P.O.V The door slammed shut, the echo lingering in the room like a taunt. I stared at it, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. Casey was gone. Not just from this office but it felt like she was walking out of my life as well. I wanted to stop her. Hell, I wanted to grab her hand, pull her into my arms, and tell her that I was sorry, that I never wanted this. But what would that change? Nothing. She was gone. It wouldn’t change anything. I had done this. I had allowed it. A bitter taste filled my mouth as I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. My eyes drifted back to the door. The urge to chase after her warred against the voice in my head, the one reminding me of the chains binding me here. "You can say goodbye to Brown Group if you step another foot towards that door." Layla’s voice cut through my thoughts like a blade, halting me in my tracks. My hands clenched into fists at my side. I can not get a break from this woman.. Slowly, I turned to face he
Casey P.O.V I focused on my computer screen, wrapping up the last few details for an upcoming client event. The office buzzed with the usual chatter, but I barely registered any of it. My mind had been a mess all morning, and concentrating felt impossible. No matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept drifting back to, no, I refused to think about it. I just needed to finish my work and move on with my day. “Casey!” I glanced up to see my coworker, Amy, standing before my desk with a bright smile. "We are heading to that little Italian place down the street for lunch," she said, resting her hip against my desk. "You should come. You have been looking like you need a break today." For a second, I hesitated .I was not in the mood for socializing, But honestly, what else did I have to do? Sitting at my desk pretending to be productive was not doing me any good. Maybe some food and light conversation would help distract me. "I will meet you guys there," I said, offering a small smile
Casey P.O.V. As I burst out of the stadium, the cool night air rushed against my skin, but I barely felt it. My heart was pounding as I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Owen’s number. The line rang once. Twice. I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the screen in frustration. The
Owen P.O.VThe kitchen had always been my sanctuary, a place where chaos transformed into order, where raw ingredients became something greater. Tonight, I hoped it could also be a bridge, a way to reach Casey. She had seen Eva’s public apology, and while it had cleared my name, it had not been eno
Owen P.O.VShe did not say anything at first, her hand still absently scratching behind Google’s ears. The silence stretched between us, and I felt the weight of her guarded stare. It was as though she was trying to decide whether I was worth her time or effort but I could not let her go on thinkin
Owen P.O.VThe silence in my apartment was deafening. Google lay at my feet, his tail wagging occasionally as if he sensed my distress. I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing. Casey would not answer my calls, and her door had been firmly slammed shut by Zazu. I had no one to blame but myself.How






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