Billionaire's Broken Trust

Chapter 2

NATALIE VIEW:

"Ah!" Amelia cried out like the drama queen that she was, and Franklin rushed up to meet us.

"What did you do to her?" Franklin growled at me as he softly helped Amelia up.

I didn't even push Amelia with force, as I only wanted to drag her out. But because she saw Franklin rushing downstairs to meet us, she faked it like she was hurt.

"Frankie, your wife—I mean, Natalie—bit me just now and pushed me away," Amelia held her arm and sobbed as she got up from the floor.

Franklin looked at me angrily and spat, "I cannot believe that you would do this to your only sister. You ain't even the legitimate daughter of Mr. Liam, and yet you cannot treat your sister right. Come, Amy, let's go out and eat, and allow her to eat her food alone."

Tears welled up in my brown eyes as I stood watching them. The day was Saturday, and Franklin definitely didn't go to work on Saturdays and Sundays.

I sobbed, wanting to stop them, and I went outside just in time to see Franklin getting into his black car after he had helped Amelia close the door like the gentleman he never was.

"Franklin, where are you going?" I asked him, as it was after 7:00 p.m. and getting late.

My soup was delicious, yet Franklin accused me that my food was bitter and that I had probably poisoned it.

I sobbed and watched Franklin order the security man to pull the gate open, and soon he drove out of our residence, off to God knows where with Amelia.

*What did I do wrong now?* I wondered as I sobbed.

I went back into the house, as I couldn't follow them.

Franklin had three cars, while I didn't have any. He had never even carried me in any of his cars before, not to mention opening the car door for me like a gentleman.

Back inside, I looked at the dining table and at the tray of food.

I sat down to eat it so the food wouldn't go to waste. I finished up my own meal that Franklin had wanted Amelia to eat, and I went to put his meal in the microwave to warm it so it wouldn't spoil.

I kept the soup in a small pot and covered it as I left the kitchen and returned to the dining room to tidy it up.

Once I was through cleaning up the dining table, I wiped my tears away, locked the door, and waited for Franklin to return.

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FRANKLIN VIEW:

Being married to that local woman was the worst part of my life. I couldn't believe that she would drug me on the day her father was having a party for one of his successful deals and invited my father and some other partners to attend the celebration at his home.

That was when I first laid eyes on Natalie. She looked so innocent that I wouldn't have imagined what was on her mind was to drug me.

As everyone was enjoying themselves in the party hall, which was the living room where the Jacksons mostly welcomed their guests, I had gone ahead following Natalie to get to know her that evening.

My parents were busy chatting with other families that attended the event, so I excused myself and followed Natalie.

I hadn't seen her before. I just knew she was also a daughter of Mr. Liam. Everyone knew the story of how Natalie came about.

Her mother was a p********e who wasn't ready to raise a child, and rumors had it that her mother had tried to abort her, but Natalie was just stubborn and came out after nine months of pregnancy.

I had wanted to speak with Natalie that night to know the kind of person she was.

She was short, with a cute round face and sparkling brown eyes.

She was more beautiful than Amelia then, and I did admire her enough to want to know her.

What irritated me was that Natalie had drugged her wine and was looking for a hookup that night, just like her mother.

Natalie knew most of the families that had attended her father's party were rich, so I was the scapegoat, and I accepted a drink of her wine.

That was when I awoke and found myself on the bed with her. We were both naked, and I didn't know how many hours I had spent with her in the room.

It was when her family came looking for us that they pushed her room door open and caught us together on the bed.

"Natalie! Franklin!" my parents and hers shouted.

To cover up our shame, they concluded that Natalie and I must get married, and indeed, her sheet had stains, meaning I slept with her.

I was angry, not wanting to believe Natalie was a cheap woman. I didn't want to marry her, but my father refused and said I couldn't sabotage his friendship with the Jacksons. He said it was only right that I marry Natalie and pretend that we had been having an affair, which wasn't the truth.

I couldn't remember how we did it, and I didn't want to sleep with Natalie after we got married.

Luckily, Natalie didn't conceive after that night, and I am planning on divorcing her now, as I want to move on and maybe marry her sister.

Amelia had class, and she was a graduate who spoke fluently, while Natalie was an embarrassment on her own.

When my best friend, Michael Austin, comes to visit me, I feel embarrassed each time he sees my wife.

I cannot take Natalie to any events with me, and I am thinking of divorcing her.

As the CEO of H.W. Global, I think it best I file for a divorce and marry a woman who is up to my standard.

If you ask me what I like about Natalie—I don't think I like anything about her, as she's no longer beautiful to me. She is only good at cooking, and I will find a replacement for that.

I drove to a fancy restaurant, and while I hate to eat out, I just had to excuse myself away from Natalie to get to know Amelia better.

"I hope your arm isn't hurting you too much?" I asked Amelia, as she claimed Natalie hurt her right when I went indoors to change my clothes.

"No, Frankie. It's okay now," Amelia replied with a smile, and I nodded.

"Okay," I smiled back, as it was getting late, and I drove my car into one of the costly restaurants around.

"We are here. Let me grab us something to eat," I told Amelia with a smile on my face, and she smiled back at me. Her face had minimal makeup, and it was something I liked about her.

Not too much makeup, and yet she was beautiful.

I got out of my car and took Amelia by her left hand as I escorted her into the restaurant.

We went to the private section of the restaurant, where I sat down and ordered something nice for the two of us.

Amelia smiled, and her phone rang just as she settled in her chair across from me.

"Hello, Father," Amelia said, while I waved over to the waiter to come serve us something nice.

"Yes, I went to see Franklin and Natalie. They're fine, Dad. Do not worry. I will be home on time, so you don't have to worry about me," Amelia said, speaking to her father as she smiled flirtatiously at me.

"Okay, Dad. Take care." Amelia ended the call, and without me asking her, she said, "My dad wanted to know who I went out to see. You know that I do not have any boyfriend or lover."

"Oh, that's nice," I replied.

As I was about to ask Amelia what she would like to eat, her phone rang again, and she answered the call. "Hey, Felix. Yeah, I went out with Franklin. I will call you back, or I will be home on time," she told him and soon ended the call.

The same went for her two other brothers. They called to check up on her, but since I got married to Natalie, no one called to check on her.

"So, what would you like to have for dinner?" I asked Amelia, and she blinked her long eyelashes and bit her lower pink lip.

"Anything you choose, Frankie," Amelia said, and I smiled at her.

"That's fine," I replied, and chose a simple meal, a plate of chicken pepper soup, as I didn't want us to waste much time so that we could go back home.

"So tell me, Frankie, how have you been coping with my ugly sister? I know that if Natalie hadn't set you up, you and I were supposed to have become a couple," Amelia said, and I met her shining blue eyes that shimmered in the night.