Billionaire's Broken Trust

CHAPTER 5

NATALIE POV:

I had fallen asleep on the couch when the loud banging on the bulletproof entrance door startled me awake.

I dashed to the door and unlocked it. Franklin was back and accusing me of drugging him.

I thought Franklin was joking, but he was serious. He carried me in his arms and took me to our bedroom on the top floor.

Franklin didn't let go of me when he barged into the room. He dropped me on the bed, mounted me, and started kissing my lips before my mind could register what he was doing.

Franklin hadn't kissed me in the three years since we got married. He didn't acknowledge me as his wife. He only ate my food and complained that he didn't like fast food, as they didn't cook it well and mismanaged ingredients. So he returned home and ate what I cooked.

"Franklin, stop!" I tried to stop him and push him away, as I breathed heavily.

I was supposed to be excited that my husband was making love to me, but I knew Franklin wasn't in his right frame of mind. I sensed Amelia had drugged him, and now he was home accusing me wrongly.

Franklin stripped off my nightgown in a flash and continued kissing my lips. I should have left him when I had the opportunity.

Franklin's parents didn't like me, and his mother called me a p********e, saying I wasn't responsible enough to be her daughter-in-law. His two younger siblings didn't like me. They disapproved of my presence in their midst.

The only person who was kind to me was Franklin's best friend, Michael Austin.

Michael was the only one who smiled and ate my food happily whenever he came to visit Franklin on weekends.

However, Franklin didn't like it and warned his best friend to stop teasing me, saying I didn't know how to cook.

Each time, I tried to improve my cooking skills to win Franklin's heart so he would love and appreciate me as his wife. But he wouldn't.

Franklin was mean to me, and he would remind me that he provided the money to purchase the foodstuffs. He didn't owe me any gratitude for cooking the ingredients he gave me money to buy.

I kept enduring Franklin because I didn't want to leave my marriage or be referred to as a p********e—the same name tagged to my biological mother.

I had seen my mother once after I married Franklin. My mother came to my house asking for money, saying my husband was rich and it was only right that I took care of her.

I couldn't believe my biological mother would say that to me. I tried explaining to her that Franklin didn't give me money for anything.

Mom advised me to report Franklin to the human rights authority, saying my husband was rich and had to take care of me, and give me money to support my family.

However, I informed my mother that Franklin and I weren't in love, and our marriage was a scam to cover our embarrassment.

After I told my mother how Amelia had set me up, she wasn't happy and advised me to divorce Franklin.

According to my mother, I was beautiful enough to win any serious bachelor to marry me. But I didn't want to leave my husband. Even though he glared at me at the altar, not wanting to say "I do," I happily told him, "I do."

After our marriage, I fell in love with Franklin and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, but he didn't trust me. He believed I was the one who had drugged him that night.

This night was different. Franklin didn't take it easy on me as he undressed, asked for my permission, and gained access to me.

Franklin kept pounding faster into me, and moaning in my ears. "Damn it, Natalie. You're so sweet."

"Mmm." I didn't try to stop Franklin. I allowed him to pleasure me throughout the night, thrusting into me faster until he reached his c****x and got his release. Franklin then collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.

After a while, I pushed Franklin away. My body ached from the level of impact with which he handled me.

I slowly slid out of the bed and moved to the nightstand to grab my phone. It had been so long since Franklin and I had done it. I couldn't remember that night three years ago because of the drug Amelia gave us. But this night was different, and I remembered everything. However, I knew Franklin wouldn't.

*What was Amelia's goal?* She wanted my husband to sleep with her. Couldn't she be patient and wait until Franklin and I divorced before drugging him?

Amelia drugged my husband and let me suffer the impact of her actions.

I had always suffered the consequences of Amelia's actions, and I knew this wouldn't be any different.

As I unlocked my phone screen, I saw the time was midnight.

Franklin got back home by 10 p.m. and made love to me till midnight. I wanted to message Amelia, but I was enraged, so I called her instead.

"Hello, Amelia, what did you do to my husband??" I yelled, my anger was evident over the phone.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Natalie?! You shameless p********e and bastard! What did you do to Frankie?" Amelia yelled back.

"Hmm, don't pretend like you didn't know. Franklin went out with you, and now he returned home acting under the influence of whatever s*x drugs you gave him. Do not think Franklin won't find out about this. I will have you arrested tomorrow, bìtch!" I shouted, and Amelia laughed.

"If there's anyone who should be arrested, it's you who drugged Franklin, not me. You know what you fed him before I came to your house. So stop asking me nonsense!" Amelia ended the call, and my brows furrowed.

I knew Franklin would accuse me of drugging him once he awoke, and I feared what his anger would lead to.

Franklin hadn't beaten me up, but he slapped me just because I refused to let Amelia eat my food.

Franklin showed his angry side to me for the first time, and this had never happened before.

I wiped my tears away and went into the bathroom to wash myself. Although I loved the way Franklin was hot in bed—if only he had done it with a clear mind and not under the influence of whatever Amelia gave him.

Exhausted, I walked out of the bathroom, went into the closet, and grabbed a new nightdress.

After wearing the white nightdress, I moved over to the bed to sleep.

This bedroom was mine because Franklin didn't give me any specific room in his house.

Two years ago, after Franklin bought this new house and told his parents he was moving out, his father said he must take me along.

When we arrived here, Franklin said this bedroom was his, and I was only temporarily using it until he asked me to leave his house.

We shared the closet, but Franklin hadn't mistakenly slept with me. He sometimes used the other furnished room if he wanted to avoid me, but most times, I lied to him that I was scared of sleeping alone, just to climb into the same bed as him.

As I lay on the bed, I fell asleep. The next morning, I awoke, and Franklin was still sleeping and snoring.

I touched his chest, wanting to know if he was alright. However, his head was hot, and so was his body.

"What did Amelia give my husband?" I wondered, knowing that if anything went wrong with Franklin, I would be in serious trouble, but I couldn't leave him at this point.

Going to the bathroom, I brought a half bucket of water and a short towel to wipe Franklin's forehead and chest as I took care of him, but he wasn't waking up.

Afraid, I laid my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. He was still breathing, but his breathing wasn't stable.

"My God!" I rushed out of our bedroom to call the family doctor and see if I should take Franklin to the hospital.