All Chapters of MARRIED TO MR POPULAR : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

By the time she got home, the sun had dipped low, setting the Hale mansion in a soft orange glow. The long driveway lined with jacaranda trees looked peaceful, but inside, something felt off. The air was too quiet.“Welcome back, Miss Hale,” Maria, the housekeeper, greeted. “Your parents asked that you join them for dinner. No delays.”That was unusual. Her parents were rarely home before nine, always busy with board meetings and galas.Cynthia changed quickly and came down to the dining hall. The long table was already set — white china, crystal glasses, and three untouched plates. Her parents sat at opposite ends, like strangers playing a polite game.“Sit down, sweetheart,” her mother said, smiling too softly.Cynthia obeyed, folding her hands in her lap. “Is everything okay?”Her father cleared his throat. “Perfectly. We just have some important news to share.”That tone calm but heavy made her stomach twist.They started dinner in silence. The only sound was the faint clinking of

The soft hum of conversation filled the grand living room. The chandeliers glowed warmly, scattering light across polished marble floors. The air carried the scent of expensive perfume and roasted beef and a tension that felt almost tangible.Then came the faint sound of heels against the staircase.Everyone turned.Cynthia was descending slowly, her hand gliding along the banister. The pale blue gown hugged her gently, shimmering under the golden light like water catching fire. Her hair, softly curled, framed her face perfectly, and her diamond earrings caught the light with every graceful step.It wasn’t just elegance, it was poise, quiet power, a kind of beauty that didn’t demand attention but commanded it.For a heartbeat, the entire room fell silent.Even Xavier, who had been leaning casually against the couch armrest, straightened slightly. His gaze locked on her. He’d seen her before at school, at events but this was different. There was something unsettlingly captivating about

The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, spilling soft gold across Cynthia’s room. She blinked awake, her head heavy from a night of restless thoughts.For a few quiet seconds, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, replaying yesterday’s argument in her head. The anger was still there sharp, quiet, and unspoken.When she finally came downstairs, her parents were already at the dining table, their laughter mixing with the smell of toast and coffee.“Good morning, sweetheart,” her mother said brightly. “You’re up early.”Cynthia sank into her chair. “I didn’t sleep much.”“Well,” her father said, folding his newspaper, “that’s understandable. You’ve had quite a week. But we have some exciting things to discuss today.”She looked up, wary. “What things?”Her mother exchanged a smile with him, then turned toward her. “Your eighteenth birthday, of course! It’s only a few weeks away. We need to start making preparations.”Cynthia froze. “Preparations?”“Yes,” her father said.

The gentle rays of morning sunlight slipped through Cynthia’s curtains, painting soft streaks across her room. She was half-asleep when she heard quiet whispers outside her door. Before she could sit up, the door creaked open, and her parents stepped in both smiling, carrying a small breakfast tray and a neatly wrapped box.“Happy birthday, sweetheart!” her mom said brightly.Her dad joined in, his deep voice softer than usual. “Our little girl is eighteen. Can you believe that?”Cynthia blinked, caught between sleep and surprise. “You two planned this?”“Of course we did,” her mom said, setting the tray on her lap pancakes, strawberries, and a heart-shaped chocolate on the side. “You deserve something special today.”Her father handed her the small box, wrapped in gold paper. “Just a little something from us.”Cynthia smiled faintly and untied the ribbon. Inside was a delicate silver bracelet, with her initials engraved beside a tiny heart.“Dad… Mom… it’s beautiful,” she said, her v

From her room, Cynthia pressed her hands lightly against the window, watching the driveway come alive below. Cars pulled up one after another, and elegantly dressed guests stepped onto the red carpet, smiles bright and eyes curious. The soft hum of chatter and laughter floated up to her, mingling with the gentle notes of the string quartet stationed near the entrance.Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair, moved gracefully among the guests, shaking hands, greeting with warmth, and guiding everyone inside. Every arrival made her chest tighten with anticipation and a faint thrill. She had imagined this scene countless times, but seeing it unfold from above felt surreal.The front doors opened again, and Cynthia’s eyes widened as she spotted the Sancheses entering the hall. Mrs. Sanchez glided in, radiant in an emerald gown that shimmered under the chandeliers. Mr. Sanchez followed, confident and composed, their presence commanding the attention of the entire room. The guests paused politel