From Divorce To Dominance (Natalie Xavier)

Chapter 11

The tweet from the "Sweet Love" production team caused a nationwide buzz. It shot to the top of the trending list in no time, with netizens swarming the comments section.

[Team's playing dirty! This stunt's got to go!]

[Natalie, where you at? Show us your game!]

[Natalie, hit the road, jerk! Get lost!]

[I dug her style at first, but now... who needs a pretty face with such a lousy attitude?]

[Nat, we got your back! Show them how it's done! Rich and fabulous-that's our queen.]

[Trash-talking her now? Really?]

[Looks like you're on the wrong side, buddy. Let's give her a proper send-off!]

The internet was ablaze, as if Natalie's fake designer goods and "fake rich girl" persona had been fully confirmed. Her Twitter feed was flooded with nasty comments, and TikTok was no different. With all this backlash, it was only a matter of time before Natalie felt the heat. Keaton, the guru behind Sweet Love, was reveling in the chaos. He tweeted, directly calling out his target: [Wanna be a star? Start by being a good egg. No class, no fame! @someone].

Netizens was hyped, and anything linked to Natalie was grabbing everyone's attention. Keaton's tweet hit the mark perfectly, usually, he'd get a few hundred replies, but this one was racking up thousands.

[Natalie's done for! If she doesn't fall now, something's wrong!]

[Keaton, you're the voice of reason in this biz.]

more people

on Keaton! While others fake it, he's the real

give Keaton his due! A decade

comments piled up at lightning speed, Keaton couldn't stop grinning. With this buzz, he was on the brink of something huge. After a decade of waiting, it looked like his moment had finally arrived. The company had promised

CEO's lair at the Luther Group, Tony was filling Darren in on the online frenzy, tablet in hand. "It's all

is not Mrs. Luther," Darren cut

corrected himself. "Ms. Xavier is still laying low. No peep from GirlLove or Vacok either. It's

"I'd love to see that. She should

she's hot stuff! No matter how deep her pockets are, does she really think she can go toe-to-toe with me?

course, the net's ripping her apart. With things getting this crazy, who knows where she's

number. He wasn't entirely heartless. If she admitted her screw-ups and promised

a few times before someone picked up, voice groggy, "Hello?

chuckled. "Weren't you

guard and grumbled,

of hot air? Don't play dumb. You didn't change your number or block me, so clearly, you were expecting my call," Darren shot back. "So, got anything to say

+5

bored, why don't you just go get a mind-numbing job somewhere instead of bugging me at this ridiculous hour?" "Natalie!" Darren took a breath, holding back the steam. "I'm asking

"Nope."

Don't be stubborn. If you came to me now and played nice,

awake now, rubbing her eyes, getting heated. "You done? If so,

nerve to hang up on him first. He thought, 'She's still putting on a front. I'd love to see how long she can

off with Natalie this time. "Sure thing, Mr. Luther. Back to work," he said