Lahat ng Kabanata ng MARRIED TO MR POPULAR : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The moment Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair received the call, the world seemed to tilt beneath them. Their cozy home, usually a haven of calm and laughter, transformed instantly into a storm of panic. “What do you mean she’s missing?!” Mr. Sinclair’s voice cracked, a mixture of disbelief and rising fear. He slammed the phone down on the table, pacing the living room with a rigidity that betrayed his shock.Mrs. Sinclair’s hands trembled as she clutched the receiver, her knuckles white. “How… how could this happen? Cynthia… our Cynthia?” Her voice wavered, barely more than a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a mother’s terror. She sank onto the edge of the sofa, trying to steady her breath, but it was useless. Her mind raced through every scenario, every place her daughter could be, and the thought of her in danger made her stomach churn.“Call the police!” Mr. Sinclair barked suddenly, reaching for his phone. He fumbled with the device, dialing frantically as his eyes darted to the door, ha

Louisa’s heart pounded in her chest as she pushed open the Sinclair’s front door. The moment she stepped inside, the palpable tension hit her like a wave. The usually warm and welcoming house now hummed with anxiety, the air thick with worry. Voices overlapped, each filled with concern, each searching for answers. Louisa barely paused, taking in the scene: Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair pacing in the living room, Amelia on the phone, Xavier leaning against the wall with his head in his hands.“Louisa!” Amelia’s voice broke through Louisa’s shock. She rushed over, grabbing her friend by the shoulders. “Thank God you’re here! I didn’t know if you could make it in time.”“I’m here now,” Louisa said firmly, her eyes scanning the room, taking in every detail. “Where’s Cynthia? When was she last seen?”Amelia shook her head, panic flaring in her eyes. “We don’t know. She never came home last night from the party. Xavier tried calling, no answer. The maids haven’t seen her. And now…” Her voice cracke

Xavier stared at the glowing red dot pulsing on the screen. It was almost hypnotic, almost mocking, sitting there in the middle of a cluster of unmarked land and scattered old structures. It represented Cynthia’s location, their single fragile lifeline to her. The bracelet’s tracker had done its job, and now the next stage was about to begin. The room was still dimly lit, the air thick with tension and the faint hum of electronics. The team hovered around Xavier, waiting for his command, knowing that the decisions made in the next few hours could determine everything.He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, breathing carefully. He had barely slept since Cynthia disappeared, and the exhaustion sat heavily on his shoulders. But beneath that exhaustion was something stronger: a fierce, unwavering determination that held him upright. He lifted his gaze to the map again, memorizing every landmark and every possible route leading to that building. The more he studied it, the more certain he

Adrian had always imagined himself as the shadow behind the Sanchez empire, the ghost son no one knew existed, the one born with nothing but rage and hunger scraped into his bones. For years he had watched from distance, collected fragments of the life he believed was stolen from him, and built every plan around the idea that one day, things would balance out in his favor. But now, pacing the dusty room of the abandoned warehouse, he felt that careful illusion crumbling under its own weight.He kept glancing toward the door that led to the lower level, where Cynthia was tied. The woman who symbolized everything he wanted to break. The woman who triggered every buried grudge he had nursed against Alexander Sanchez and the family that forgot he existed.He ran a hand through his hair, fingers trembling slightly. He never trembled.This wasn’t supposed to happen.This wasn’t supposed to get out of hand.Eva burst into the room suddenly, breathing hard. She had dropped the sweet careless

Cynthia woke slowly, as if her body had been sinking for hours into a deep, heavy sleep she couldn’t quite climb out of. Her eyelids fluttered, weighted and dry, her breathing small and fragile. For a long moment, she didn’t open her eyes at all. She just lay still, feeling something soft tucked around her, the faint scent of lavender on the sheets, and the cool whisper of a morning breeze brushing her cheek. It was too gentle, too peaceful, too unlike the world she remembered last.Her mind tried to catch up, gathering broken pieces of memory like shards scattered on the floor. A cold dark room. Ropes. A man’s voice. Fear choking her throat. Her heart raced for a second, her breath catching. She forced her eyes open.And everything was still.No darkness. No ropes. No concrete floor. Instead, sunlight poured through wooden blinds in soft golden lines, and the ceiling above her was familiar, she realized—wooden beams, the faint earthy smell of pine—she had been here before. Long ago.