Billionaire's Broken Trust

~•Natalie•~ "Ah!" Amelia cried out like the drama queen she was, and Franklin rushed up to her. "What did you do to her?" Franklin growled at me as he gently helped Amelia up. I hadn't even pushed Amelia with force; I only wanted to drag her out. But because she saw Franklin rushing downstairs to meet us, she faked being hurt. "Franklin, your wife—I mean, Natalie—bit me just now and pushed me away," Amelia said, holding her arm and sobbing 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 aren't even Mr. Liam's legitimate daughter, 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 eyes as I stood watching them. It 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 h

~•Franklin•~ "It's fine," Amelia replied, and we started eating the chicken pepper soup that the waiter had served us earlier. We didn't speak while eating, as the pepper soup was spicy. After we finished and had a few drinks, I began to feel a slight headache. I smiled at Amelia and told her, "I have to go home now. How about we meet up tomorrow, Sunday? Do you go to church?" "Um, yes, Franklin. But I would like to have some time with you tonight. You know, just you and I," Amelia said, touching my right hand. I quickly withdrew it, understanding what she wanted. "No. We cannot do anything silly right now. I'm still married to your sister, and my family isn't aware that I want to divorce her yet," I told Amelia. I was starting to sweat despite the air conditioning unit in the private parlor. Amelia frowned and tried to touch me again, saying, "No one would know, Franklin. I have always wanted you, and now that I'm back, we will be together, and you will send Natalie away." I wan

~•Natalie•~ I rushed downstairs to the living room of our enormous mansion, holding my phone. I unlocked the screen and swiftly placed a call to Dr. Famous Joseph. He was our family doctor, and since I married Franklin, Dr. Famous had been the one to treat either of us whenever we fell sick. Franklin hardly visited the hospital, so he sometimes invited Dr. Famous. I was scared of anything happening to my husband. Even though I knew Franklin didn't like me that much, it hadn't gotten to the point of me wishing him death. It was a bright and sunny Sunday, and the phone call went through. "Hello, Doc," I said. "Yes, good morning, who is this?" Dr. Famous asked, taking me by surprise that he didn't have my phone number stored. "Doc, I'm Mr. Franklin Howard's wife. Please, there's an emergency at our home. Frank came home last night acting drunk, and I don't know what happened to him. He's unconscious and hasn't woken up. Please, can you come to our house to check on him?" I infor

NATALIE: I stood aside, looking from my husband to my sister as Franklin was asking her if she was all right. “No, Franklin. Allow me to go home. Natalie must rot in jail today!” Amelia sobbed, and Franklin tried to speak to her, not to leave our house, but she refused. “I’m a model, Franklin! Look at what your stupid wife did to me!” Amelia turned her hands for Franklin to see the bruises that the cane had caused her. “Natalie dared to flog me just because I came here to visit you guys.” “Did I invite you? Leave here, you bìtch, and go back to our father’s house. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself to be lusting after your sister’s husband? Are we on good terms that you would claim that you came here to visit us? Do I need your stupid visits?!” I barked at Amelia, and her eyes narrowed at me. “You won’t get away with this, Natalie! Get ready to rot in jail!” Amelia cried, got into her car, shut the door, and left. I felt satisfied that I had disciplined Amelia, though I wondered wh

-FRANKLIN- I wasn't happy that Amelia would call the police on Natalie. For Christ's sake, Natalie was still my wife, and her being in police custody would drag my name into the public. Amelia was a public figure here, and many fans now wanted to know who harassed her. Amelia had gone to call her father, and Mr. Liam Jackson wasted no time. He ordered that Natalie be locked up. His wife supported him and pressed more charges against Natalie, claiming she was evil and always against Amelia. They said that was how Natalie used to attack Amelia before and that the officers should ensure they teach her a great lesson she wouldn't forget. I couldn't believe that Natalie's father would support Amelia over Natalie. He didn't even call Natalie or request to speak with her. He just jumped to the conclusion that Natalie was evil, that she had always hated Amelia and wanted to get rid of her. I was enraged as I drove back home. Enraged at everything that had happened in a twinkling, after my