From Divorce To Dominance novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4 The Enigma

Darren’s stern face cracked into a tender smile as he gazed at Vivian. “So, Ms. Workaholic Zavala, when will you grace me with a ‘yes’ to marriage?”

The couple often put their love on display, and every PDA sent singles into a tizzy. The comments flooded in.

[I can’t deal! This is too cute! Spill the beans on the wedding, will you? I’m on the edge of my seat.]

[Mr. Luther is the real MVP, treating his lady like royalty. I’ve got a feeling I won’t find a gem like him.]

[All I need in life is a love this sweet! I’m ready to wait it out!]

[Ladies, if you’ve got a catch like this, can you pass him my way? I’m not sure I’ve got time to waste.]

[As long as Mr. Luther and Vivian are together, I’m a believer in love.]

Vivian giggled playfully, nudged Darren, and addressed the crowd. “Thanks for your curiosity about our wedding! We’re on it. We’ll shout it from the rooftops as soon as we can. Just a heads-up—keep your eyes peeled this year!”

Her casual reveal was a bombshell, sending the livestream audience into overdrive.

Enjoying the stir, Vivian sweetly added, “Alright, media pals, we’re heading in. You’ve earned your rest! Time to prep for the live show. I think it’s kicking off any minute, right?”

Once all the guests were settled, the media could focus on the main attraction.

“Where’s Queen Natalie?!” someone groused.

Other female celebs showed up early. Yet, the famed internet star, Queen Natalie, was a no-show for now. The live show was on the brink, and she was still AWOL.

People who watched the livestream blamed her. [Has she gotten too big for her boots? Is she aiming for a dramatic debut?]

[People like her are all about the drama. The less attractive, the more they crave the spotlight!]

[Is she chickening out? Didn’t she brag about her looks online? Who doesn’t love a little ego boost?]

[Maybe she’s hiding post-bad plastic surgery and can’t face the music.]

The crew’s comments sparked a wave of negativity, and the online chat filled with sarcasm and mockery. Queen Natalie was the talk of the town, but not in a good way.

Vivian tried to smooth things over with her understanding voice. “Hey, folks, patience is key. Maybe there’s a genuine reason. For now, let’s head inside!”

Just then, a reporter spotted a woman strolling towards them. “Wait! Is that… could that be Queen Natalie?”

All eyes turned, and at the sight of her, they gasped in unison.

It was late spring, and the trees were ablaze with vibrant green, a lively frame for the woman’s approach.

Vivian’s brows knitted. Suddenly, Darren, standing next to her, tensed. She glanced over, puzzled, and asked, “Darren, what’s up?”

Darren tore his eyes from Natalie, biting his lip to compose himself. “Nothing. Let’s head in.”

“Alright.”

As Darren moved deeper into the venue, his mood darkened. He seethed inside, ‘Natalie really has the guts to resurface? Why now? Is she out to wreck my wedding? She still cares about me—I know it! Why is she so stubborn? I need to confront her and find out her true intentions.’

Vivian and Darren slipped away unnoticed. All eyes were on Natalie, the crowd buzzing with speculation. The moment Natalie stepped onto the red carpet, boldly claiming to be the Queen Natalie, the live stream went wild.

The audience split: some were smitten, others in disbelief, playfully debating in the comments.

Natalie was not bothered by their comments. After the red carpet, she had to pass through a long hallway to the main area. Suddenly, as she turned a corner, a hand from the shadows grabbed her wrist, pulling her into a private lounge.

She hit the wall, shoulder first. Natalie winced, pain radiating down her back. Looking up, she found herself eye-to-eye with a furious man—her ex-husband, Darren.

With a raised brow, she seemed unfazed.

Before she could retort, Darren erupted, “Natalie, didn’t we agree you’d leave Greton after our divorce? Why are you back? Couldn’t you pick a better time? Showing up now—are you trying to sabotage my wedding?” His frustration was palpable. “If you’re scheming, I swear you’ll regret it! I don’t like you! Get that straight! Quit pushing me!”

Just as he finished, Natalie burst into laughter. With her free hand, she smoothed his suit lapels, her fingers lightly skimming his tie. “Excuse me, sir, but who do you think you are?”