MARRIED TO MR POPULAR 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 105

Cynthia’s eyes snapped open in the dim, unfamiliar room. Her wrists and ankles were still bound to the chair, but a surge of determination coursed through her veins. She refused to remain a helpless victim. Her heart raced as she assessed the small, sparsely furnished space. The table in the corner held a plate of untouched food and a cup of water. A faint glimmer of moonlight filtered through the narrow window, just enough for her to make out the edges of the room. Panic threatened to rise, but she shoved it down. She had to stay focused. She had to escape.Her mind replayed the last few minutes in agonizing detail. The party. The laughter. The friendly conversations. And then… darkness. Something had slipped into her drink. She had felt light-headed, dizzy, and suddenly everything had gone black. And now she was here, tied to a chair, in a room that smelled faintly of disinfectant and cold air.Slowly, she began to wriggle, testing the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. They were

Louisa had been buried in her textbooks, highlighting passages and scribbling notes, trying to make sense of the endless assignments and deadlines piling up for her first semester in Canada. The morning sunlight filtered through her window, painting her room in soft gold, and for a moment, she felt at peace, lost in the rhythm of study and the distant hum of the city outside. Then her phone rang, shattering the fragile calm.Glancing at the screen, her heart skipped a beat. It was Amelia. Without hesitation, she answered. “Amelia? What’s going on?” Her voice carried the casual tone she often used with her friend, but a sense of unease already tightened in her chest.“Louisa… it’s Cynthia,” Amelia began, her voice urgent, almost panicked. “Something’s happened. She’s missing.”Louisa froze. The words seemed to echo in her mind, bouncing off every wall, every corner of her apartment. Missing? Cynthia? That couldn’t be right. Just yesterday, they had been laughing over a video call, talk

Xavier sat in his car, hands gripping the steering wheel, his mind racing. The streets around him were quiet, but inside, his thoughts were anything but. Every second Cynthia had been missing felt like an eternity. His chest tightened at the thought of her alone, scared, or worse. Then, amidst the chaos in his mind, he remembered the bracelet he had gifted her for her eighteenth birthday. She had never taken it off, not once. A flicker of hope ignited inside him. That bracelet could be their only chance to locate her.Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and dialed his trusted friend. “Meet me at the usual spot. Bring the boys and the tracking gear,” he instructed, his voice taut with urgency. “We don’t have time to waste, and I need this done quietly. Discreetly.” He didn’t elaborate, knowing his friend understood the gravity. Within minutes, confirmations came through. They would meet in thirty minutes, at a secure location far from prying eyes.The drive to the safe house wa