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 the most was seeing the way he got along with her.

Franklin had never laughed like this with me before, and here he was, laughing loudly with 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 was tall, I was short and chubby.

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

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

Taking you back three years: My father and Franklin's father were best friends. While my father was hosting a business party at home and had 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 had set us up, but no one believed me. Even Franklin didn't believe me. He thought I was the one who had drugged him and lured him to my room so that 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 allowing Amelia to marry Franklin.

It was only after my wedding to Franklin that I discovered Amelia had 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 the invitees had brought their adult children, but none of them had come to speak to 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 had been 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, and as I'm twenty-five now, he's thirty.

I watched as Franklin, wearing a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs—he loved to gym—sat there, fair-skinned and more handsome than any other man I had ever seen.

His skin glittered like the sun, and I could see the way Amelia was drooling over him.

Franklin was very tall. His arms were bigger, and so were his thighs. I wasn't even up to 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 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 up our dinner.

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

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

I wasn't even allowed to sew, as Franklin felt it was 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, nor did he give me money for upkeep.

I only managed to get money for my personal use when he gave me cash to restock the house with foodstuffs. Only then could I save a little for myself.

"It was fine, Frankie," Amelia replied. I hated how she and my husband were 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, like he didn't want to see 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 just 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 that 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 up to meet me.

"Where are you taking the tray of food? Have you lost your mind?" Franklin slapped me as he approached, then collected 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 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."

"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 that 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 for Amelia, and I watched as she seductively stood up from the couch in her brown dress that made her look like a model. The brown 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 knew Amelia was my sister, and I wasn't supposed to be jealous. But Franklin had never served me any food before, not to mention the one that I had cooked myself.

Franklin also saw 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 Amelia, and she was blushing, not caring to ask me to join them in eating.

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

"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 poisoned it?"

"What?" I frowned as Franklin's words broke my heart. He quickly took the stairs in our duplex mansion and dashed upstairs to his bedroom.

Yes, Franklin and I had 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 find your own husband!"

I cussed at Amelia, and she hissed.

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

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