From Divorce To Dominance (Natalie Xavier)

Chapter 1 Divorced After The Delivery

Late at night, a Rolls Royce rolled up to the swankiest private hospital in Greton. A bodyguard hustled to open the door, and out stepped a sharp, handsome man.

"Mr. Luther, your wife just had a baby. It's a boy!" Tommy Kinard, the hospital director, announced, beaming and bowing a bit with the good news.

But instead of the expected joy, Darren Luther's face was icy, twisted into a sneer. "Now that she's popped out the kid, she's history."

Darren stormed inside, leaving Tommy sweating and scurrying to keep up. Tommy pondered, 'What did that mean? Is the kid not his? No way! The lady in the delivery room looks like a cornered bunny-no way she'd have the guts to cheat on Darren.' The elevator chimed as it hit the twelfth floor. Darren snatched some papers from his secretary, his glare freezing everyone in place. He barged into the room.

Darren's wife, Natalie Xavier, was cooing over the baby. Hearing the commotion, she turned and blushed instantly.

"Darren! You came to see us? I figured work would keep you busy for days. Speaking of which, meet our son-" Natalie said with tenderness.

Darren cut her off, his face a blank slate. "He's your kid, not mine."

"What are you saying, Darren?" Natalie's lip quivered, her eyes wide and teary with confusion.

Darren turned away, his voice like ice. "I'm saying I don't give a damn about this kid. If it weren't for Grandpa backing you, I'd have taken him away ages ago."

face drained of color. Eyes brimming with fear, she pleaded, "But... he's so cute. Just

on her small-town roots, but this was their child-their strongest tie. With hope, she cradled the baby,

be! Only a hick like you would think it's okay

pushed her back hard, and Natalie stumbled against the headboard. The baby, startled by the chaos,

trying to soothe him, but he

he

as she begged

was tiny, just beginning to explore the world. Natalie couldn't let harm come to him. Without a second

around, furious. "Natalie! Is seducing me all you think about? Don't you get it? You won't make it without

nursing the baby. As soon as he latched on, he stopped crying. She sighed in relief and glanced at Darren from the corner of her eye. But seeing him turn his back, refusing to even look at her, her heart sank. Darren hated her and everything about her. He wouldn't even look her way. In three years,

room fell silent, thick

to leave. He slapped the files onto her lap, barking, "Sign this!" "What's

this. Each word was colder than the last. "I suggest you sign and take the money. If you

the mood for this. If I count to ten, you better sign. Otherwise, I'll take your kid!" He clapped his hands,

baby. Darren wasn't bluffing; he was

had no mercy. Because he didn't love her, he'd use her greatest weakness-her child-to threaten her. As Natalie closed her