Franklin Howard;My anger boiled as I looked at the three police officers who were indirectly accusing me of trying to poison my wife. I couldn't blame them, so I picked up the spoon and ate the meal, ensuring to take bites from the top, center, and bottom to show them that the food wasn’t poisoned.I knew that Natalie had no one, and it was only right that I cared for her. Although, I didn’t even know if the police had already gotten her something to eat."That's fine. Pack it up," the first officer said, and I shut the meal cover and packed it away.I’m a billionaire CEO, but I hadn’t dressed elegantly for these officers to know that. I had to obey them, or they wouldn’t let me see Natalie."Come with me," the officer instructed as he stepped out from behind his counter. He led me to the cell where Natalie was locked up with two other women, and she was sleeping on the floor.My fist clenched as I saw my wife sleeping on the hard floor."Officer, open this door and get my wife out!"
Amelia Jackson;I wasn't happy with my father's request for me to let the matter lie low to avoid dragging our family name into the mud.For Christ's sake, I was the one who was supposed to marry Frank, not that ugly, short dwarf.Well, my sister isn't a dwarf. She's just short and about my shoulder height, but she's beautiful. She's a stunning brown-skinned woman, and I hadn't seen anyone as pretty as her, even in her loose-fitting clothes.Natalie has dimples on her chubby cheeks. She has long hair and brown sparkling eyes. She's just charming, and I was irritated that night when I saw Frank looking at her.I thought of it as an opportunity to set Natalie up with any available man at my father's event, but I didn’t expect the man to be Frank. There were many guests present, and at the table where Natalie sat alone in her red dress, drinking from her glass, I had the entire bottle of drink spiked with a sex pill, hoping to catch her and her companion in the act.However, the moment I
Amelia Jackson. "What do you want?" I asked James as I allowed him to enter my room. He smiled and moved away from the door as I stood beside it and looked at him. "How are you doing? Did you go to see Natalie at the police station?" He asked me. "No. Why should I?" I inquired, just as I wrapped my hands around my chest and looked at him. "Amelia, I know that you and Natalie have been having issues, but she's your sister and..." I cut James off, not caring that he's my oldest brother. "Don't give me that crap, James! Natalie isn't my sister. The daughter of a prostitute, no way! If she wasn't born or a part of this family in any way, I should have been Frank's wife. I hate that bitch, and don't you dare speak to me about Amelia." James slapped me on my left cheek, taking me by surprise as my left hand flew to my cheek, and I looked at him with tears-filled eyes. "Don't you dare call Natalie a bitch again, Amelia. What has gotten wrong with you? You told us yesterday tha
Natalie Jackson! I was preparing to sleep in the police cell unit that I was kept in after I finished eating the meal that Franklin had brought. His reaction surprised me because I hadn't expected him to be so possessive. I still wanted to divorce him, so I tried not to think too deeply about his public reaction. I believe Franklin was trying to protect his public image. As the CEO of HW Global, it’s important for him to back me up, knowing that once the matter gets to court, he would be dragged into the mess that he and Amelia had started. A policeman came to my cell unit and ordered me to come out. "You have been granted bail. You can go home," he said, taking me by surprise. "Excuse me, officer. Who granted me bail? I was informed that I would be going to jail this morning," I told him and saw the man's brows furrow. "Do you prefer to sleep in this cell, Madam? I just informed you that you're free to go, and you're asking me questions," he scolded me. I smiled as I walked out
Natalie Jackson. I wanted to stop the security man from calling Frank, so I quickly said, "No, don't call him. Are you insinuating that I'm lying to you about my husband? Open the gate, I'm going out now." I grabbed my box and left the mansion grounds, not waiting for the security man to contact Frank. I knew that Frank wouldn't allow me to leave his house. As I walked onto the estate street, the cold weather made me shiver. I wrapped the shirt I was wearing properly around me and wondered which hotel I could lodge in for tonight until I managed to rent an affordable apartment. I thought about the fact that I didn't even have friends because I was mostly indoors, watching movies. I didn't have the time to relate with anyone except for the people I usually purchased groceries from at the market. Sighing, I dragged my box along with me, walking up to the estate gate. It was already night and getting a taxi to take me to my destination wasn't easy, so I kept on walking, hoping that a
Franklin Howard. I immediately drove my car ahead and parked in front of the woman. I got out of my car as I wasn’t mistaken. This short woman was my wife, or maybe her ghost or replica. I had to confirm, as the worst scenario would be if my wife could now disappear from the station and appear around my estate. As the woman saw me approaching her, she quickly looked away, and I was shocked to see my wife in a black dress with my blue shirt around her shoulders. "Natalie, how did you get out of the police station? What are you doing here with your box of clothes and wearing these clothes?" I asked her as I neared her and grabbed her shoulder to ensure she was indeed my wife and not a ghost. "Get your hands away from me, Frank. We will proceed with the divorce. Isn’t that what you want? I’m leaving your house, and that’s just it. You can go home. I am only waiting to get a taxi or a good Samaritan to take me to any hotel," she said, shoving my hands away from her shoulder and looking
Natalie Jackson; As I was famished, I went back to the kitchen to prepare the food I wanted to eat. Warming it up, I took the lunch box with me and unlocked it. I could hear the sound of Franklin shutting the living room door. Frank came into the kitchen to meet me, and he went on apologizing, saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you in the first place." I ignored Frank as my focus was on warming the food that I had set on the fire in one of my cooking pots. "Natalie," Frank called my name as he tried to approach me, but I turned to face him and warned him. "Frank, please move away from me. I understand that you're sorry, but we cannot continue living together in this house and pretending that all is fine between us. You went out to hang out with my half-sister, knowing full well that Amelia and I don't have a good relationship. What were you expecting when you knew that she wanted you?" I looked at Frank's handsome face as I queried him. I wasn't going to give him that ch
Natalie Jackson; A part of me didn't want my husband to starve, but not when charges of attempted murder were pressed against me. I kept my plate in the kitchen, washed it, and thankfully, Frank didn't return to the kitchen to meet me. I was sad, not knowing if I could succeed in divorcing Frank. We had been living together. He had been feeding me and providing for me with money. But he doesn't love me. When I had hoped to become married, I wanted someone who would love me genuinely and make me experience that happy home. It was why I did everything humanly possible to be a good wife to Franklin Howard, but he was quick to take my elder sister's side and toss me aside for her. He hit me because of Amelia. In her presence, there was no way I would sit back and continue with the marriage. Frank is only pretending and wanting me to forgive him. It still surprised me to hear him refer to me as babe. No one knows that I'm Franklin's wife. He never posted about us and warned me never t
Natalie's POV."I feel so emotional right now," I told my husband as we walked into the house together."You don't have to feel that way," Franklin said to me as we walked into the living room together."I just felt like your mother and your sister should have not left us right now," I laughed sadly and wiped off my tears, and my husband smiled and hugged me."You can always go and visit them if you want. My Dad's home isn't far," he said, caressing my shoulder warmly, and I nodded."I know," I hugged him and pulled him into a kiss as he was taller than me."Thanks for being a wonderful husband," I told Franklin once our lips parted, and he smiled."You're welcome," we kissed again and went to join my mother upstairs, since she was in her room with my twins and looking at us.The sun was hot, so we didn't want to take the twins under the sun to say their goodbyes to their grandma and aunt.As I went to pick up my phone, guess what I saw. It was a message from Amelia, showing me a diam
Amalie's POV.As I arrived at my father's house, I drove my car into the residence and parked it.I recalled Micheal's attempt to kiss me goodbye when he returned back with my son for us to leave.Almond was crying, not wanting to let go of Micheal. And I was shocked that he was already fond of Micheal's touch.It reminded me of Almond's one-year birthday. Micheal came to see me and celebrate with my baby, but it was a low-key celebration and not like it was aired.Sighing, I turned off my car and got out. I moved over to the passenger seat at the front to get Almond out of the car and I took him indoors."How did the event go, Amalie?" Mom asked, as soon as I got into the living room."Good evening, Mom. It went well. Although it is more like a family reunion stuff in their house. So I didn't wait for the event to end," I told my mother, and she said,"That's fine. As long as you attended it," Mom replied from the couch where she sat watching the flat-screen television and the teleno
Natalie's POV.As I finished breastfeeding my son, I laid him on the bed and stood up to check outside the window of the room on the top floor.The sound of a car arriving caught my attention and I moved ahead to the balcony to peer on who had arrived.A black car drove into our residence and parked. Taking a closer look at the car, Susan came out first and I knew that Franklin's mother and sister had arrived.Susan donned a blue top and black trousers as she got out of the car, smiling from cheek to cheek.As I stood there at the balcony, I watched Susan walk back to the trunk of the black SUV and pull out two boxes."We're home!" She exclaimed as she shut the trunk of the car.Mrs. Kimberly got out of the car wearing a deep green dress and black shoes. She smiled, just as Franklin walked up to welcome her."Welcome, Mom," Franklin hugged his mother and his sister politely, and I saw my mother arrive from the grocery shopping that she had gone to do.Sighing, I moved away from the ba
Amelia's POV:"Why are you standing behind me? Since when did you get here?" I asked Micheal as I met his gaze, and he smiled."I came out immediately you left the hall. It wasn't necessary for you to have told Natalie where you saw the photos. I didn't bother to tell her since she is already married," Micheal said with a sad smile on his face, but I asked him, "You know that she is married, and yet, you stored a married woman's photograph in your album. Anyway, it's none of my business. I have to go home now with my son and say my goodbye to your parents."I told Micheal just as I walked up to meet him to take Almond away from his arms. But to my shock, Almond refused to come with me as he clutched tightly to Micheal's shirt, not agreeing to let go."He is our son, Amelia. Not your son alone," Micheal said, smiling after seeing that our son doesn't want to come with me."Fine. You can take him to your house and take care of him. I have to go home now. Let me tell your parents goodbye
Amelia's POV:Honestly, I had not expected to kiss Micheal. Or for him to kiss me. The way he looked at me made me blush, but recalling that he had my sister's photos for that long period of time made me jealous.I took my phone and dashed away from his bedroom, stepping out for some fresh air and coming downstairs to the ground floor for the party."What happened between you and my brother, Amelia? Your face appears so flushed," Gloria Austin asked me as I went to the couch to meet her.She had changed from her casual red dress and now she donned a blue dress that was designed with diamond embroidery at the top and the bottom of the dress. It was a sleeveless dress, but it perfectly accentuated her figure."Nothing," I told her as she sat there drinking, and she offered me a drink."Do you care for some? I know that you wouldn't want to go into detail about what went on doing with my brother, after I left you with him. But from the look of it, I can tell that you and Micheal are gett
Michael's POV:I arrived here earlier and met my mother in the living room. She informed me that Amelia was here with her grandson and said, "Maybe she went upstairs with Gloria.""Alright, Mom," I went upstairs to find my sister and Amelia, as I was not expecting to see Amelia in my father's house.But to my shock, she was in my room, instead of my sister's room, and she was going through my photo album.I had kept those photos for years, with the hope of showing them to Natalie, but Franklin snatched her and refused to divorce her. What hurt me more was Natalie's confirmation to me that she loves Franklin and cannot divorce him. I knew that I cannot have her, and it was all Amelia's fault.Now, she accused me and looked at me like I had wronged her."Michael, what are you trying to do?" Amelia asked, avoiding me as I marched up to meet her."You walked away from my mother, and not only that, you want to ruin her happy day of reconciliation with my Dad, just because of your personal
Amelia's POV"I want to send this pictures to Natalie. How can Michael have this photographs with him? I cannot recall meeting him then. Not to mention Franklin. It means he had been in love with Natalie for long," I lamented after snapping some of the pictures.It was part of the reason I disliked my sister then. She had a bigger bust than me. Her hips were very inviting, even me as a woman was jealous, so I derived joy in bullying her.She got that perfect body, despite her being short."There's no need to send these photos to Natalie. She is married now, and these were throwback photos. I only wanted you to see photos of my brother and not this," Gloria said, but I had already sent all the photos to Natalie and Franklin."I don't care. Your brother should better explain how he got this. Did he pay someone to spy on my sister and me? How can he have pictures of Natalie and me in bikinis, when we don't have them?" I asked her, although we had the videos recording from our 18th birthd
Amelia's POV:"Good morning, Dad, Mom," I greeted my parents in the living room as I came downstairs and saw them seated together on the couch.It was a Sunday, and Dad and Mom don't go to church often."Morning, Amelia," Dad replied, wearing a white garment, and my mother wore a white nightdress and sat beside him."Where are you off to?" Dad asked me, seeing me dressed up and carrying my son in my arms."I am going to the Austin's residential estate. But I would like to have my breakfast first before leaving the house," I told my father, and he smiled."That's good. Come, let us have breakfast together. Do you know their house address?" Dad asked me, rising up from the couch as he walked up to the dining table to meet me and Almond. As I set my son to sit next to me in the dining chair."Not really," I replied, and my father nodded and said, "I will give you their address."Mom came over to the dining table and joined us for breakfast. A maid walked out of the kitchen and served us
AMELIA'S POVI felt relieved after chatting with Natalie, and she advised me to give Michael a chance and not push him away now that he wanted us to get back together.Sighing, I went to plug my phone into its charger. However, it rang with an incoming call from Paul."Hey, Amelia. What's up? I wanted to know if you have gone home as I am about to leave the party now?" Paul asked, and I told him,"I am at home.""Alright. Take care of yourself. Will you be attending the Thanksgiving service tomorrow? Although they will go to church and do the rest of the party in their family house, and only family members can honor the event," Paul said, and I told him, "I will. How about you?""Well, I am not attending it, as I am still pissed off that Michael didn't tell me about you before my return. I feel bad, and I don't have to pretend with him like I am okay about it," Paul lamented, and I could feel his frustration."I'm sorry," I apologized to him, and he said, "It's okay, Amelia. None of i