Billionaire's Broken Trust

Natalie's POV "Ahh!" Amelia cried out like the dramatic woman she was, and Franklin rushed downstairs to meet her. "What did you do to her?" Franklin yelled at me as he gently helped Amelia up. I had not pushed Amelia with force—I only wanted to drag her outside. But because she saw Franklin rushing downstairs, she faked it, pretending to be hurt. "Franklin, your wife—I mean, Natalie—bit me just now and pushed me away." Amelia held her arm, sobbed, and stood up from the floor. Franklin glared at me and spat, "I cannot believe you would do this to your only sister. You are not even the legitimate daughter of Mr. Liam, yet you cannot treat your sister right. Come on, Amy, let us go outside and eat, and allow her to eat her food alone." Tears welled up in my brown eyes as I stood watching them. It was Saturday, and Franklin did not work on Saturdays or Sundays. I sobbed, wanting to stop them, and went outside just in time to see Franklin getting into his car after helping Amelia

Franklin's POV "Okay," Amelia replied, and we started eating the chicken pepper soup that the waiter had served us. We didn't speak while eating, as the pepper soup was spicy. After we finished, we had some drinks. I began to feel a light headache, and I smiled at Amelia and said, "I have to go home now. How about we meet tomorrow, Sunday again? Do you go to church?" "Um, yes, Franklin. But I would like to spend some time with you today. You know, just you and I." Amelia touched my hand, and I quickly withdrew, understanding what she wanted. "No. We cannot do anything silly for now. I am still married to your sister, and my family is not aware that I want to divorce her now," I said, as I began to sweat despite the air conditioning in the private parlour. Amelia frowned and tried to touch me again, saying, "No one would know, Franklin. I have always wanted you, and now that I am back, we will be together, and you will send Natalie away." I wanted to give in to what Amelia sai

-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. Since I married Franklin, Dr. Famous had been the one coming to treat us whenever we fell sick. Franklin hardly visited the hospital, so he invited Dr. Famous sometimes. I was scared of anything happening to my husband. Even though I knew Franklin did not like me that much, it had not reached the point of me wishing him dead. The day was bright and sunny, being Sunday, and the phone call went through. "Hello, Doc." "Yes, good morning. Who is this?" Dr. Famous asked, surprising me that he did not have my number stored. "Doc, I am Mrs. Franklin Howard. Please, there is an emergency at our home. Franklin came home last night acting drunk, and I do not know what happened to him. He is unconscious and has not woken up. Please, can you come to our house to check on him?" I told Dr. Famous, and he re

-NATALIE- I stood aside, looking from my husband to my sister as Franklin asked her if she was alright. "No, Franklin, allow me to go home. Natalie must rot in jail today!" Amelia sobbed, and Franklin tried to convince 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 the cane had caused. "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 for lusting after your sister's husband? Are we on good terms that you would claim you came here to visit us? Do I need your stupid visits?!" I yelled at Amelia, and her eyes narrowed at me. "You won't get away with this, Natalie! Get ready to rot in jail!" Amelia yelled, got into her car, shut the door, and left. I was satisfied that I had disciplined Amelia, though I wondered what she came to my house

-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