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

While others fake it, he's the

on, Capital, give Keaton his due! A decade of hustle with no

decade of waiting, it looked like his moment had finally arrived. The company had promised that if the show was a hit, he'd land an A-list contract, solidifying his status as

at the Luther Group, Tony was filling Darren in on the online

is not Mrs. Luther," Darren

himself. "Ms. Xavier is still laying low. No peep from GirlLove or Vacok either. It's been two days since this blew up. If she doesn't speak up

his fingers on the desk, a smirk on his face. "I'd love to see that. She should just hit

the divorce-thinking she's hot

cash like she is. Of course, the net's ripping her apart. With things

If she admitted her screw-ups and promised to exit Greton, maybe he'd throw her a

phone rang a few times before someone picked up, voice

you waiting for

off guard and grumbled, "Who's that? Why

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

+5

get a mind-numbing job somewhere instead of bugging

"Nope."

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

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

the nerve to hang up on him first. He

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