All Chapters of MARRIED TO MR POPULAR : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Cynthia pushed open the front door, her arms full of shopping bags from the mall. The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows, casting a golden glow over the living room. She dropped the bags by the sofa and sank into a chair with a sigh, enjoying the quiet after a long day of searching for graduation dresses.“Cynthia, darling!” her mother called from the kitchen, waving an envelope in the air. “You’re going to need to freshen up for this one.”Cynthia frowned, setting her feet on the floor. “Freshen up? Mom, what’s going on?”Her mother walked over, handing her the envelope. “An invitation we’ve been invited to Mrs. Sanchez’s birthday party. It’s this weekend.”Cynthia’s heart skipped a beat. Mrs. Sanchez, Xavier’s mother. Elegant, commanding, and the center of attention wherever she went. “The… Sanchez family?” she asked cautiously, opening the envelope.“Yes, darling,” her mother said with a smile. “They sent a formal invitation. It’s a big celebration, very upscale. I tho

The morning sun streamed through the tall glass windows of the Sanchez dining room, spilling golden light across the long mahogany table. The scent of pancakes, buttered croissants, and freshly brewed coffee filled the air.Mrs. Sanchez sat at the head of the table, already in a good mood. Natasha scrolled through her phone while Diana sat beside her, trying to look lively despite barely being awake. The only person missing was Xavier.The sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs.“Good morning,” Xavier said, walking in, his dark hair still slightly damp from the shower.“Finally,” Natasha teased. “The prodigal son graces us with his presence.”“Keep talking,” he said dryly, sliding into the chair beside his mother.Mrs. Sanchez chuckled softly. “Let your brother eat in peace, dear.”“Oh, I’m just getting started,” Natasha said, smirking. “I was telling Diana about how he used to sneak out of the house to."“Natasha.”She grinned. “Fine. I’ll behave.”Mr. Sanchez joined them shortly

The Sanchez mansion glimmered with life and luxury that evening, chandeliers spilling soft golden light across the polished marble floors. The soft hum of conversation mingled with the delicate clinking of glasses as well-dressed guests laughed and chatted. Waiters moved gracefully between the tables, offering champagne and hors d’oeuvres, while the floral arrangements created an almost perfumed air in the grand hall. The room was alive with energy, yet for Cynthia Sinclair, every movement and sound felt like it carried an extra weight.She stepped lightly beside her parents, her eyes scanning the crowd, trying to take in the scale of the celebration without appearing nervous. Everything was larger, brighter, more sophisticated than any event she had attended before. The guests were polite, but she felt their eyes, some curious, some calculating. The Sinclairs had never mingled in circles quite like this — the sheer elegance and confidence of the Sanchez family was intimidating.Ameli

The morning sunlight spilled softly into Cynthia’s room, bathing everything in a golden glow. She sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her dress. Today was the day the engagement party she had barely had time to prepare for, the next big step in a chain of events that had begun just a week ago at Mrs. Sanchez’s birthday.Breakfast in the Sinclair household was lively, yet Cynthia’s thoughts were elsewhere. Her parents chatted about small details seating arrangements, transportation, and the subtle reminders of decorum expected when mingling with the Sanchezes but Cynthia only nodded, barely absorbing their words.“You’ll do fine,” her mother said, reaching across to squeeze her hand. “Just be yourself. Remember, they’re people too.”“I know, Mom,” Cynthia replied, though the tightness in her chest betrayed her unease.The doorbell rang sharply, making her jump. Louisa’s cheerful voice followed immediately. “Cynth! Ready or not, I’m here to make sure yo

Cynthia’s eyelids fluttered open to the persistent ringing of her phone. Groggy and disoriented, she fumbled for it on her nightstand. Louisa’s name flashed across the screen, paired with a rapid series of messages.“Cynth! Wake up! Wake up! Did you see the internet?” the texts demanded, each more urgent than the last.Rubbing her eyes, Cynthia finally answered the call. “Louisa… it’s early. What’s going on?” she murmured, her voice hoarse from sleep.“Oh my gosh! Don’t tell me you slept through the news!” Louisa’s voice was practically vibrating with excitement. “The engagement party photos are everywhere! Everyone’s talking about you and Xavier! Social media is blowing up!”Cynthia froze, her heart skipping a beat. “What do you mean, everywhere?”“Everywhere,” Louisa repeated emphatically. “Instagram, Twitter, Facebook… even TikTok. People are posting videos, screenshots, reactions, the whole thing! You have literally hundreds of new notifications!”Groaning, Cynthia swung her legs