From Divorce To Dominance (Natalie Xavier)

Chapter 21 Natalie

e something was off the moment she and Darren were standing so close. Realizing the situation, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She raised her hand and slapped him. "Darren... you p**t!" Darren easily caught her slender wrist, a teasing smirk on his face. "If you weren't trying to tease me, would I be like this?" What a jerk! Natalie gritted her teeth and aimed a kick at him.

But this time, she missed. Darren was quick, grabbing her hand and pushing it above her head, pinning her against the wall. His knee pressed against her legs, making it hard for her to move. "Let go of me!" Natalie shouted in frustration.

"Do y

you

really want to break me?" he replied in a low voice. "If you can't have me, do you just want to ruin me?"

His solid chest pressed firmly against her, and his warm breath brushed against her skin. This was way too close. Too provocative. "Let go!" she shouted.

She had been trained-she knew how to handle herself-but right now, he had her completely trapped, and it was humiliating Frustrated and angry, she twisted her body and struggled desperately, not realizing that her movements only made things harder for Darren. "Don't move!" he growled, clearly losing his patience. "Unless you actually want something to happen between us? "You... shameless! Jerk! Creep! Scoundrel! You have no shame!" Even though Natalie didn't dare to move, she didn't hold back on the insults. She shot him a fierce glare

Her beautiful face was flushed,

and

her eyes sparkled with unshed tears from the anger, making her look even more stunning.

footsteps echoed at the door. Darren lowered his gaze and warned her, "If you

ladies' room, and have someone drag you out of here... Mmm!" Before she

"Shh!" clear now.

like Natalie Xavier exists! She clearly prepared a dance, but insisted on doing that ridiculous boxing routine. She just wants attention. Does she want to be famous so badly? A woman's voice was heard. to be fair, her dance was pretty good." This voice was calm

Well, to

her perfect grades. She had been getting a lot of attention and had a real shot at making it big. But now, all

her friend Chloe quickly picked up on her irritation. With a pout, Chloe touched up her makeup. "Good dance? That's nonsense! She can't even compare to you. Those judges must be

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still frowning, Chloe added, "Honestly, she just a C-list star. You shouldn't even care about her. We have dirt on her. Once that gets out, social media will tear her apart. She'll have to leave the entertainment scene, and there'll be no competition left for you." "Tessa felt a bit better hearing that. "I heard she's from some small town, trying to make a name for herself in Greton. It must be tough for her, having to please those... well, let's just say, 'older gentlemen' behind the scenes while acting all glamorous in front of everyone. Chloe shook her head. "You're too nice. Maybe she really

Chloe. "You never know who might be listening. As artists, you need to be careful about what you say and do. If someone hears this and spreads it around, do you really think you can survive in this industry?" Tessa felt her face turn red with with embarrassment and quickly lowered her head. "Sorry, Vivian! We'll be more careful from now on." With that, she grabbed Chloe, and they hurried out of the restroom. Vivian touched up her makeup in front of the mirror, her mind racing with the conversation she'd just overheard. So, Natalie has a sugar daddy? That tracks. Coming from a small town and flaunting all

the Williams family was an old guy-fat and unattractive. The idea of a beauty like Natalie being with him, while she, Vivian, was Darren's favorite, gave her a strange sense of pride. Feeling delighted, Vivian couldn't wait to see Darren. She quickly touched up her makeup, and as she

as she stepped forward to pick up an exquisite cufflink. It looked familiar and clearly expensive. Upon closer inspection, it was engraved with the letter "D"-it was

is the women's restroom! How did his cufflink end up here?' Vivian's heart raced as her eyes darted to the only locked stall. Could it

a rich, feminine perfume with a hint of pear,

teeth, Vivian took one last angry glance at the locked stall door before storming out of the restroom. She walked with purpose, making her high heels clack loudly against the floor. Once she reached the stairwell, she ducked in and hid. She was

was behind

restroom, Natalie glared. "Get your hands off me! Everyone's gone. How