Billionaire's Broken Trust

Natalie:

When I finished cooking dinner in the kitchen, I stepped out to the dining room to serve it. Just then, I saw that my half-sister, Amelia Jackson, had arrived.

I watched my husband, Franklin Howard, laughing so hard with my sister in the living room.

What pained me the most was seeing the way he got along with her.

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

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

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

I had three older brothers: James, Asher, and Felix. All of them 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 in complexion, 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 never liked me, his wife.

A mistake had led to Franklin's and my marriage—a mistake I shouldn't have accepted.

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Three years ago, my father and Franklin's father were best friends. While my father was hosting a business party at home, he invited many tycoons.

One thing led to another, and Franklin and I were caught in my room.

I knew Amelia was the one who set us up, but no one believed me. Even Franklin didn't believe me. He felt I was the one who drugged him and lured him to my room so that he would sleep with me.

Our parents forced us to become a couple to hide the embarrassment, as Franklin's family felt disappointed.

Everyone knew I was my father's illegitimate daughter, and they would wonder why my father had kept me instead of kicking me out and allowing Amelia to marry Franklin.

It was after my wedding with Franklin that I discovered Amelia had a hidden crush on him. She regretted drugging my drink, because that was what I had served Franklin when he came to discuss with me on that eventful night.

Many guests had brought their adult children, but none of them came to speak to me.

I was 22 years old then, naive, and after Franklin and I were caught in an intimate position on my bed, we got married while Amelia wept that Franklin was supposed to be her husband.

Franklin didn't like me. After that night, we didn't sleep with each other, and I didn't conceive, even though it was my first time.

We lived like neighbors who hated each other, and 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; as I was 25 years old now, he was 30.

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Franklin wore a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs, since he loved to gym. He was fair in complexion and more handsome than any other man I had seen.

His skin glittered like the sun, and I saw the way Amelia was gawking at him.

Franklin was tall. His arms were big, and his thighs were too. I didn't even reach Franklin's chest—to tell you the truth, I was a shorty, although I had an hourglass shape.

Franklin didn't find me attractive in any way.

"How were your studies, Amy?" Franklin asked Amelia. He had switched from calling her Amelia to Amy as an abbreviated pet name.

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

We had no maid at home, simply because Franklin mandated that I could not go to work since I didn't have any meaningful certificate.

As my parents' illegitimate child, I didn't further my education, and my stepmother forced me to learn tailoring while Amelia went to the university and became a certified accountant.

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

Franklin called me ugly and said I wasn't fashionable. He didn't like to take 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 Franklin gave me cash to restock the house with foodstuffs. Only then did I manage to save a little money for my personal use.

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

This was my matrimonial home, and Franklin only ever called me "Natalie!" In short, he shouted my name with so much rage, as if he didn't want to see me.

"Natalie! Is the dinner ready?" Franklin asked, just as he settled across from Amelia on the next 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, and then at my husband and my half-sister.

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

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

Firstly, I didn't invite Amelia to my home, nor would I serve her any food. She should get out, return to our father's house, and look for her own husband to exchange pet names with.

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

"Where are you taking the tray of food to? Have you lost your mind?" Franklin slapped me as he approached me and snatched the tray from my hands.

I looked at him irritably, and then at Amelia, who smiled and rolled her eyes; I knew her target. She wanted to snatch my husband.

She had sent me a text message the previous month telling me that she was coming back to snatch 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, tears brimming in my eyes.

"Why? Did I not 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, and do not think I will apologize to you because of 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 black couch in her brown dress, which made her look like a model. The brown dress accentuated her hips and breasts.

Amelia walked up to the dining table, and I stood there watching as Franklin served her the 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 any food before, let alone food that I had cooked myself.

Franklin also noticed that I hadn't brought a bowl of water, so he went into the kitchen himself and brought a bowl of water for Amelia to wash her hands.

Franklin sat across from Amelia, and she blushed, not even caring to ask me to join them in eating.

"Franklin!" I shrieked, and strode toward the plate of soup that I had served for myself—the very portion that Franklin had just scooped onto Amelia's plate to eat.

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

"Franklin!" I tried to stop him, and he warned me: "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've poisoned it?"

"What?" I gasped. I frowned because Franklin's words broke my heart. He quickly took the stairs in our living room of the white duplex mansion and dashed up to his bedroom.

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

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

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