Billionaire's Broken Trust

NATALIE

On Saturday evening, I finished cooking in the kitchen, dished the food onto a tray, and stepped out to the dining table to serve. Then I saw my half-sister, Amelia Jackson. She had arrived.

In the living room, my husband, Franklin Howard, was laughing so hard with her.

What pained me most was how well he got along with her.

Franklin has never laughed like that with me. Yet there he was, laughing loudly with my sister.

Amelia Jackson is my half-sister. We share the same father but have different mothers.

My mother was once a mistress to my father, 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 are age-mates, but she is only a month older than me, so she is my elder sister.

We were both fair in complexion, but while she was tall, I was short and chubby.

Franklin is a billionaire in this part of the city where we live, and he never liked me, even though I was his wife.

It was all a mistake that led to our marriage. A mistake I shouldn't have accepted.

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Three years ago: my father and Franklin's father were best friends. My father hosted a business party at home and invited a lot of 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 thought I was the one who drugged him and lured him to my room so he would sleep with me.

We were forced to become a couple to hide the embarrassment, as Franklin's family was also disappointed.

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

After my wedding to Franklin, I discovered Amelia had a hidden crush on him. She regretted drugging my drink—the same one I had served Franklin when he came to speak to me on that eventful night.

Many of the guests came with their adult children, but none of them came to speak to me.

I was 22 years old then. Naive. And with Franklin and I caught in a compromising 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 is so shameless. Franklin is five years older than me. As I am 25 years old now, he is 30 years old.

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I watched Franklin wearing a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs—he loves to go to the gym. He was fair in complexion, more handsome than any other man I had seen.

His skin glittered like the sun and I saw the way Amelia ogled over him.

Franklin is tall. His arms are muscular and so are his thighs. I am not up to his chest; to tell you, I'm a shorty. Although I have an hourglass shape. Franklin does not find me attractive in any way.

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

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

We have no maid at home, simply because Franklin mandated that I wouldn't go to work when I don't have any meaningful certificate.

As the illegitimate child of my parents, I didn't further my education, and I was forced by my stepmother 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, like becoming a fashion designer.

He calls me ugly and says that I am not fashionable.

He doesn't like to take me out to hang out with his friends. Neither does he give me money for upkeep.

I only managed to get money for my upkeep when he gave me money to restock the house with foodstuffs. Only then did I manage to save money for my personal use.

"It was fine, Frankie," Amelia said. I hated how she and my husband called themselves pet names.

This was my matrimonial home, and Franklin only calls me, "Natalie!"

In short, he shouts my name with so much rage like he doesn't want to see me.

"Natalie! Is dinner ready?" Franklin asked, as he settled across from Amelia on the 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 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 covered the food I had already served.

Firstly, I didn't invite Amelia to my home. Neither will I serve her any food. She should get out and return to our father's house and look for her own husband to call pet names with.

Franklin swiftly rose from the couch and dashed toward me.

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

I looked at him irritably while Amelia smiled and rolled her eyes. I knew her target. She wanted to take my husband.

She had sent me a text message the previous month, telling me that she was coming back to collect everything I had stolen from her, including my husband.

"Franklin, you slapped me because of what? I cooked this food, and you cannot eat it," I said.

"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 don't think that I will apologize to you because of the slap. Come, Amy, don't mind your sister. That's how silly she behaves," Franklin called out to Amelia.

I watched as she stood up seductively from the black couch in her brown dress that made her look like a model. The dress accentuated her hips and bosom.

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 know Amelia is my sister, and I am not supposed to be jealous. But Franklin has never served me any food before, not to mention the one I cooked by myself.

Franklin also saw that I didn't serve any bowl of water for washing hands. So he went to the kitchen by himself and brought a bowl of water for Amelia to wash her hands.

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

"Franklin!" I shouted and walked toward the plate of soup that I had served for myself, because that was the portion he had served to Amelia as her own plate.

"What's wrong with you, Natalie? Should we leave this food for you to eat? Come, Amy, let's go out to 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 had to go out of our matrimonial home to eat.

"Franklin!" I tried to stop him, and he warned, "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 have poisoned it."

"What?" I frowned as his words broke my heart. He quickly took the stairs in our exquisite living room and dashed upstairs to his bedroom.

Yes, Franklin and I have different 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 cannot use your beauty to look for your own husband!" I cursed at her, and she hissed.

"Get out of my house!" I felt enraged, remembering that Amelia and her brothers never liked me. They mostly maltreated me, and while I had thought that by getting married I would have my own happiness and family, this same family that doesn't want my happiness wouldn't let me be.

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