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The door of the Kurtzberg Mansion slammed shut loudly, catching the attention of all the maids in the backroom; however, Bertha was the only one who went to check who it was.

Her dark eyes widened when she saw Nathaniel standing by the door, his clothes bloody and his knuckles bruised. A few bruises - some of which looked like nail marks - spread across his face as well. She hadn't known that Nathaniel had left so early - it was just about five in the morning.

"Nathaniel!" She exclaimed, rushing to where the redhead stood. He moved away from her with a roll of his light blue eyes. "Where have you been? Why on earth do you look like that?"

She received a glare in response.

After being forced to sign the divorce papers two days ago, Nathaniel was filled with more rage than ever before.

She had barely seen him for the past two days, and when he came home he was drunk and was ready to hit anyone in his sight. Bertha didn't expect for him to be this bad, so due to worry she called his father the day before. Said man promised to visit France as soon as possible.

"Aren't you going to answer me?" Bertha asked as Nathaniel moved passed her to go up the stairs. Seeing that he was going to his room without speaking a word to her, Bertha's mouth moved before her brain did.

"I called your father!"

After a moment of silence, she finally realized what she said, "I-"

"You did what?" Nathaniel asked lowly, making his way back down the stairs. Bertha clasped her shaking hands behind her back when Nathaniel came to a stop in front of her.

"You were worrying me," The lady muttered, dropping her gaze to the floor. "I couldn't just sit and watch as you-"

Her head shot to the side when Nathaniel's hand came in contact with her face.

"You shouldn't have called him!" He barked, causing Bertha to flinch back.

"N-Nathaniel, you need to calm down," She stuttered out. A strangled cry passed her chapped lips when Nathaniel landed a hit in her abdomen area. When she fell to the floor, his hits didn't seize.

After a long while, the hits stopped and Nathaniel stood over Bertha's barely conscious body, heaving.

"You had no right calling my father. I didn't ask you to worry about me; you are not my mother and you will never be her," He said, running a bloody hand through his hair - his knuckles were busted now. "I need to get to work."

With that said, he kicked Bertha's body out of the way before heading up the stairs.

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Nathaniel leaned back in his office chair as thoughts of this father coming back to France invaded his mind.

Just what did Bertha tell his father? When would he be coming to France? What would his reaction be when he saw that the company was slowly going bankrupt?

The redhead started to bite his nails out of anxiety. He should've just fired the nosy maid for meddling in his business...

'I miss Marinette.'

Thinking of the blunette made his anger skyrocket; how dare she receive help from her worthless parents just to leave him? How dare she send him divorce papers? When did she even get courage to do something as ballsy as that? All the courage, confidence or self esteem she had left should've been crushed within the four years they were together...

The fact that he had no idea where she was just made him even angrier.

A few hours ago, he visited her parents' bakery and taught her mother a well deserved lesson she definitely wouldn't forget. Thankfully, the husband wasn't at home to interfere - Nathaniel would have to deal with him another time.

He just wanted to keep his wife and because of them, Marinette ran away and they were getting a divorce.

Several soft knocks on his office door caused him to break away from his thoughts. He yelled for the person to come in.

His eyes narrowed when he saw his secretary walk in.

"What is it?" He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Someone is here to see you," The man replied.

"I am not speaking with anyone today," Nathaniel scowled at the man who stared at him blankly. "Send them away."

"You will speak to me though," A new yet familiar voice was added to the mix.

Nathaniel almost keeled over when he saw his father step into his office. The secretary then stepped out, closing the door behind him.

"Father," The redhead spoke, trying to regain his composure. "What are you doing here?"

"I came here because I heard you were not doing well," The man, Nathan, spoke, sitting in the couch pushed up against a wall in the office. "What has become of you? What has become of my company? Why do you look like this?"

Sighing heavily, Nathaniel ran a hand over his face. "It's nothing, Father. You don't need to worry about it. About the company now, I'm dealing with it. I scheduled a meeting with Adrien Agreste."

He added the last part because he knew his father would be pleased, but he wasn't quite sure the meeting would happen. Agreste's Secretary should've called him the same night of the party to properly schedule the meeting, but he was yet to receive the call. Adrien Agreste probably saw Nathaniel as someone below him - irrelevant - and that must be why he hadn't seen the meeting as something to actual put effort into.

That was one of Nathaniel's reasons for hating Adrien - besides the fact of him making a move on his wife and Nathan comparing Nathaniel to Adrien nonstop.

His father liked to speak about how Adrien started his own business without the help of his father, Gabriel Agreste, and always wished Nathaniel was like that Agreste in some way. Nathaniel hated his father for doing it, and he hated Adrien for merely existing.

Nathan raised a brow, crossing one of his legs over the other. "What? How could you of all people secure a meeting with the Adrien Agreste? Who'd you pay off? And I hope it wasn't with the company's money."

The younger Kurtzberg gritted his teeth in anger. His father didn't see him as anything good, and it pissed him off. "I saw him at a business party a few weeks ago and he promised me a meeting."

Nathan grinned, running his fingers through his almost grayed out hair. "That's impressive. Seems you are good for something after all...Now...why is Bertha calling me to complain about your behavior? Sleeping around? Drinking? Where is the wife I got for you? And don't even think of lying to me."

Nathaniel dropped his gaze to his desk when his father used the tone he used when he got ready to discipline him when he was younger.

The older man was quickly becoming aggravated by his son's silence. "Answer me!"

"She ran away," Nathaniel let out quickly.

"What?" Nathan muttered. "How could you let that happen?!"

"She received help from her parents and escaped," Nathaniel kept his gaze glued to his desk, his palms becoming sweaty. "She sent me divorce papers a few days ago, but I do not know where she is-,"

Nathaniel winced when he felt his father's fingers knot through his hair forcing him to look up.

"You stupid child!" The older Kurtzberg yelled, pulling at his son's red locks. "She could ruin you! You were supposed to train her! Break her! And keep her! Didn't I teach you well enough? Do we have to discipline you again, Nathaniel? You worthless boy!"

"I'm sorry, Father," The redhead replied lowly.

Releasing Nathaniel's hair, Nathan proceeded to pace around the office. "Your mother would be so disappointed that you turned out this way, Nathaniel," He spoke after some time.

Nathaniel was about to reply to his father when shouts and crashes from outside the room caught both their attention.

"You cannot just barge in there!" Nathaniel heard his secretary yell from outside. Soon the door flew open and several police officers marched in.

Nathaniel felt his father's eyes burning holes into the side of his head.

Said redhead quickly flew to his feet. "What is the meaning of this?!"

"Nathaniel Kurtzberg, you are under arrest for the assault of Sabine Dupain-Cheng and several assaults on their daughter," One of the offices spoke, forcing Nathaniel into a pair of handcuffs. He didn't try to resist. "You have the right to remain silent; what you say now can and will be used against you in the court of law."

The officers forced him out of the office and out of the building - Nathaniel caught a glimpse of several people taking videos of the scene. After being forced into the police car, Nathaniel glanced out the window and saw his father watching him with angry eyes as the vehicle drove off.

He was in serious trouble -- not only with the law, but with his father.

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Hi, guys :-)

I hope everyone's doing well...it's been what? 6 or 7 Months? Whew...such a long time. Well, I am alive and stressed. My school is on break now, so I will be trying to update as much as possible before the Summer Semester begins.

How was the chapter? Thoughts?

I will see you guys this time next week with Marinette's p.o.v :-) Get ready, guys!I am so ready to stress you guys out.

I hope you guys enjoyed it. Until next time,