All Chapters of FINDING MY MR RIGHT : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Justin sat on the edge of his bed, jaw tight, scrolling through his phone with growing irritation. His name— his entire name— was being dragged through every corner of the internet. Memes. Insults. Predictions of doom. Comments that made his blood boil. He scoffed loudly. “So I’m the ‘problematic Blackwood’? The one who will ‘ruin Sophia’s life’?” he snapped, tossing his phone onto the table. He paced the room, fists clenching. “They act like I’m some useless piece of trash. Like my existence is some burden to society. Look at this nonsense— ‘Sophia is doomed.’ Really? Really?” He grabbed his phone again. “‘The shameful younger Blackwood.’ ‘The one with the runaway father.’ ‘Unstable family.’” His voice rose. “These people don’t know anything! They act like they know my whole life! They don’t know what actually happened! They don’t know me!” He kicked the foot of his bed, anger swelling. “And now Sophia is trending with me like she married down?” He dragged a hand th

Victoria phone kept virbrating with notification, opening it different people were tagging her. Confused she began to check things out, to her horror her mother had posted her picture as the blackwood heiress. Her face was everywhere on social media. Victoria didn’t wait a second before calling. “Mother, why would you do that?” She snapped the moment Catherine picked up. “You’ve made everything worse.” Catherine blinked, genuinely confused. “I simply clarified things before the reporters twisted the story.” “You should have waited for Bryan or the PR team!” Victoria hissed. “You know how delicate my anonymity is. I’ve spent my entire life outside the spotlight for a reason. Only people close to the family even know I exist. Now everyone online is digging, speculating, trying to connect dots of why I was not in the spotlight. I wanted a normal life, Mom. I liked going anywhere I wanted without paparazzi or gold-diggers trailing me.” Catherine’s confusion persisted. “They would’v

Max and Athena sat in the backseat stiffly, clutching each other’s hands—both terrified of what waited for them. Bryan’s expression didn’t look pleased at all.If Bryan rejected the proposal…If Catherine changed her mind…If something went wrong…Then they would have to start the process of looking for a groom all over again.And their daughter.Their only child.Would remain trapped in Bryan's hell.The moment the car stopped at the front of the manor, the Dexters exchanged a shaky breath.A butler escorted them through the grand entrance as they walked past women of high society, who they were sure were there to suck up to Catherine’s ass.The butler took them to the room Catherine was in.She was perfectly poised.Dressed elegantly.Sipping tea like the world revolved around her.“Ah, Max, Athena!” Catherine greeted warmly. “You’re early. Come, sit.”They obeyed instantly.Athena’s voice trembled as she asked,“On our way in, we saw Bryan leaving the manor. He looked displeased. M

Catherine Blackwood felt more determined now she had solved the issue with Bryan, her determination was of a general marching into war. Except instead of soldiers, she had Wedding planners. Florists. Caterers. Designers. Event managers. Photographers. Cake specialists. And even three tailors waiting in the hallway before she finished her morning tea. If anyone walked into the manor, they would think Catherine herself was the bride. Not Sophia Dexter. Not even close. By noon, the entire Blackwood Manor looked like the headquarters of a royal wedding committee. Max and Athena Dexter sat awkwardly in one corner of the living room, completely ignored as Catherine flipped through color palettes and fabric samples like she was planning a million-dollar event for HER daughter. “Mrs. Blackwood…” Athena tried softly. “We brought some design samples” “Oh, keep them,” Catherine said without even looking. “I already selected everything. Sophia will wear a custom gown from Paris n

Athena kept pacing the hallway outside Sophia’s room, wringing her fingers until they turned red. Max stood by the window, staring out but seeing nothing, his mind replaying Sophia’s empty expression over and over. She hadn’t spoken again since the single word, “Mama…” She hadn’t reacted to anything. She simply sat in bed like a fragile porcelain doll, responding only when moved, eating only when instructed, showing no emotion at all. Athena couldn’t take it anymore. “Call Dr. Wellington,” she whispered, voice shaky. “Call him now, Max. Something is wrong. Something is terribly, terribly wrong.” Max didn’t argue. He pulled out his phone and dialed immediately. Within thirty minutes, Dr. Wellington—one of Dallas’ top private physicians—arrived with two nurses and a medical bag. The moment he stepped into Sophia’s room, he froze. Sophia was sitting on the bed, legs folded beneath her, hands resting on her lap. Her eyes stared ahead, unfocused… like she didn’t even notice the