Billionaire's Broken Trust

(Natalie's POV)

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

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

Franklin had never laughed like this with me before, and here he was, roaring with laughter alongside my elder sister in the living room.

Amelia Jackson was my elder sister. We shared the same father but had different mothers.

My mother had been a mistress to my father, and because I was the unwanted child, my family never liked me.

I had three older brothers—James, Asher, and Felix—all of whom 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-skinned, but while she stood tall, I remained short and chubby.

Franklin was a billionaire in this part of the city where we lived, and he never liked me, his own wife.

It was an awkward mistake that led to Franklin and my marriage—a mistake I never should have accepted.

Taking you back three years, my father and Franklin's father had been best friends. And while my father hosted a business party at home, he invited a lot of tycoons.

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

I knew Amelia had set us up, but no one believed me. Even Franklin didn't believe me. He thought I had 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 my father's illegitimate daughter, and they wondered why he had kept me around instead of kicking me out and letting Amelia marry Franklin.

It was only after my wedding to Franklin that I discovered Amelia had harbored a hidden crush on him. She regretted drugging my drink—that was what I had served Franklin when he came to speak to me on that eventful night.

A lot of invitees had brought their adult children, but none of them approached me.

I was already twenty-two years old then—naive—and with Franklin and me caught in a compromising position on the bed, we got married while Amelia wept that Franklin was supposed to be her husband.

Franklin didn't like me. After that night, we never slept with each other, and I never conceived, even though it was my first time.

We lived like neighboring enemies who despised each other, and now that Amelia had graduated, Franklin wanted to divorce me to marry her.

How shameless of a sister to pursue her younger sister's husband?

Amelia was so shameless. Franklin was five years older than me, and as I'm twenty-five now, he's thirty.

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I watched as Franklin, wearing a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs—he loved to gym—glowed with fair skin more handsome than any other man I had seen.

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

Franklin was very tall. His arms were bigger, and so were his thighs. I didn't even reach his chest—to tell you the truth, I'm a shorty. Although I had an hourglass figure.

Franklin didn't find me attractive in any way.

"How was your studies, Amy?" I heard Franklin ask Amelia. He had switched from calling her Amelia to Amy, her abbreviated nickname.

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

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

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

I wasn't even allowed to sew, as Franklin deemed it a useless profession, like becoming a fashion designer.

He called me ugly and said I wasn't fashionable.

He didn't like taking me out to hang out with his friends. Neither did he give me money for upkeep.

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

"It was fine, Frankie," Amelia replied sweetly.

I seethed as Amelia and my husband called each other pet names.

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

In short, he shouted my name with so much rage, as if he couldn't stand the sight of me.

"Natalie! Is the dinner ready?" Franklin asked me, 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, then at my husband and my half-sister.

"Natalie! I'm 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 hadn't invited Amelia to my home. Neither would I serve her any food. She should get out and return to our father's house to find her own husband to call pet names with.

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

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

I glared at him irritably, and at Amelia, who smiled and rolled her eyes—I knew her target. She wanted to steal my husband.

She had sent me a text message the previous month, telling me she was coming back to claim 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 sneered.

"Why? Didn't I 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 for the slap. Come, Amy—do not mind your sister. That's how silly she behaves." Franklin called out for Amelia, and I watched as she seductively stood up from the couch in her brown dress that made her look like a model, as the brown fabric 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 knew Amelia was my sister, and I wasn't supposed to feel jealous. But Franklin had never served me any food before, not to mention the one I had cooked myself.

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

He sat across from her, and she blushed, not bothering to ask me to join them in eating.

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

"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." Franklin said, standing up from the dining table, and I hated it whenever I slaved over cooking only for my husband to leave 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 have it. Who knows if you've poisoned it?"

"What?" I frowned as Franklin's words shattered my heart. He quickly took the grand stairs in our living room and dashed upstairs to his bedroom.

Although, Franklin and I had separate bedrooms. I looked back at Amelia and shouted at her, "You shameless slut—aren't you ashamed to date 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 raged, remembering how Amelia and her three brothers had never liked me. They had mostly maltreated me, and while I had thought marriage would bring my own happiness and family.

Yet this very same family that didn't want my happiness wouldn't let me be.

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