Billionaire's Broken Trust

Billionaire's Broken Trust

Goodness Chiamaka

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Natalie Jackson, a 25-year-old woman, wanted to file for a divorce, but her husband declined. She was the illegitimate daughter of her father. Her in-laws treated her poorly, and now she had made up her mind to leave her marriage, but Franklin refused. Do you think Natalie will give Franklin a second chance? What happened when she struggled to give him a child, and her half-sister desired him too? Find out.

Chapter 1 01

(Natalie's POV)

It was Saturday evening. I had finished cooking in the kitchen and stepped out to the dining room to set the table for dinner. However, I saw that my older sister, Amelia Jackson, had visited my husband.

I watched my husband, Franklin Howard, laughing heartily with my elder sister in the living room.

What hurt me the most was seeing how well he got along with her.

Franklin had never laughed like that with me before, and here he was, laughing happily with my elder sister in the living room.

Amelia Jackson was my half-sister. We shared the same father but had different mothers.

My mother had been a mistress to my father, and because I was the unwanted child, my family didn't like me.

I had three older brothers-James, Asher, and Felix-all of whom doted on Amelia.

Amelia and I were the same age, but she was only a month older than me, which made her my elder sister.

We were both fair-skinned, but while she was tall, I was short and chubby.

Franklin was a billionaire in this part of the city where we lived, and he had never liked me, his wife.

It was a big mistake that had led to Franklin and my marriage-a mistake I shouldn't have accepted.

Taking you back three years: My father and Franklin's father were best friends. While my father was hosting a business party at home with many tycoons invited, one thing led to another, and Franklin and I were caught in my room.

I knew Amelia had set us up, but no one believed me-not even Franklin. He thought I had drugged him and lured him to my room so he would sleep with me.

We were forced to marry to hide the embarrassment, as Franklin's family was also disappointed. Everyone knew I was my father's illegitimate daughter, and they wondered why he had kept me around instead of kicking me out and letting Amelia marry Franklin.

It was after my wedding to Franklin that I discovered Amelia had a hidden crush on him. She regretted drugging my drink-the one I had served Franklin when he came to speak to me that eventful night.

Many invitees had brought their adult children, but none of them had come to speak to me.

I was already 22 years old then-naive-and with Franklin and me caught in a compromising position on the bed, we got married while Amelia wept that Franklin was supposed to be her husband.

Franklin didn't like me. After that night, we never slept together, and I never conceived, even though it had been my first time.

We lived like neighbors who hated each other. Now that Amelia had graduated, Franklin wanted to divorce me to marry her.

How shameless of a sister to want to date her younger sister's husband?

Amelia was so shameless. Franklin was five years older than me. Now that I was 25, he was 30.

I watched as Franklin, wearing a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs-he loved to gym-stood there. He was fair-skinned, more handsome than any other man I had seen.

His skin glittered like the sun, and I saw the way Amelia was drooling over him.

Franklin was very tall. His arms were bigger, as were his thighs. I wasn't even up to his chest-to tell you the truth, I'm a shorty. Although I had an hourglass figure.

Franklin didn't find me attractive in any way.

"How was your studies, Amy?" I heard Franklin ask Amelia. He had switched from calling her Amelia to Amy, her abbreviated nickname.

Amelia blushed as she picked up the glass cup of red wine that Franklin had refilled, while I sat at the dining table setting up our dinner.

We had no maid at home, simply because Franklin had mandated that I wouldn't work since I had no meaningful certificate.

As the illegitimate child of my parents, I hadn't furthered my education. I had been forced by my stepmother to learn tailoring while Amelia went to university and became a certified accountant.

I wasn't even allowed to sew. Franklin felt it was a useless profession, not like becoming a fashion designer.

He called me ugly and said I wasn't fashionable.

He didn't like taking me out to hang out with his friends, nor did he give me money for upkeep.

I only managed to get money for my upkeep when he gave me cash to restock the house with foodstuffs. Only then could I save a little for my personal use.

"It was fine, Frankie," Amelia replied. I hated that she and my husband were calling each other pet names.

This was my matrimonial home, and Franklin only called me "Natalie!"

In short, he shouted my name with so much rage, like he didn't want to see me.

"Natalie! Is dinner ready?" Franklin asked me, just as he settled across from Amelia on the black couch in our exquisite living room.

I had finished preparing the delicious African delicacy of pounded yam and vegetable soup.

I looked at the food I had prepared, then at my husband and my half-sister.

"Natalie! I'm talking to you!" Franklin shouted at me again.

"Hmm, no food for you both," I replied and covered the food I had already served.

Firstly, I hadn't invited Amelia to my home. Neither would I serve her any food. She should get out and return to our father's house to find her own husband to call pet names.

Franklin swiftly rose from the couch and dashed over to me.

"Where are you taking the tray of food? Have you lost your mind?" He slapped me as he approached, then took the tray from my hand.

I looked at him irritably, and at Amelia, who smiled and rolled her eyes. I knew her target: she wanted to take my husband.

She had sent me a text message the previous month, telling me she was coming back to collect everything I had stolen from her, including my husband.

"Franklin, why did you slap me? I cooked this food, and you cannot eat it," I said, my eyes brimming with tears, my hand clasped over my left cheek.

"Why? Didn't I give you the money you used to prepare the meal? Did you work for the money? Move away and get me a bowl of water to wash my hands. Do not think I will apologize for the slap. Come, Amy-do not mind your sister. That's how silly she behaves." Franklin called out to Amelia, and I watched as she seductively stood up from the couch in her brown dress that made her look like a model. The brown dress accentuated her hips and bosom.

Amelia walked up to the dining table, and I stood there watching as Franklin served her a delicious plate of pounded yam and vegetable soup that I had suffered to cook.

I knew Amelia was my sister and I wasn't supposed to be jealous, but Franklin had never served me food before, not to mention the one I had cooked myself.

Franklin also saw that I hadn't served any bowl of water, so he went to the kitchen himself and brought one for Amelia to wash her hands.

He sat across from her, and she blushed, not caring to ask me to join them.

"Franklin!" I shouted and walked toward the plate of soup I had served for myself-the portion that Franklin had intended for Amelia.

"What's wrong with you, Natalie? Should we leave this food for you to eat? Come, Amy-let's go out to get something more palatable." Franklin stood up from the dining table, and I hated it whenever I suffered to cook and my husband went out of our matrimonial home to eat.

"Franklin!" I tried to stop him, but he warned-"Stay away from me, Natalie. Just go and eat your food since you don't want your sister and me to eat it. Who knows if you poisoned it?"

"What!" I frowned as his words broke my heart. He quickly took the stairs in our living room and dashed upstairs to his bedroom.

Franklin and I had separate bedrooms. I looked back at Amelia and shouted at her, "You shameless slut! Aren't you ashamed to date your sister's husband? As beautiful as you are, you can't use your beauty to find your own husband!" I cussed at her, and she hissed.

"Get out of my house!" I was enraged, remembering that Amelia and her brothers had never liked me. They had mostly maltreated me, and while I had thought marriage would bring me happiness and my own family, this very same family that didn't want my happiness wouldn't let me be.

As I rushed to push Amelia out of the door, she fell down and pretended to be hurt.

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