Frank Howard, I put my phone back in my trouser pocket and looked at Mr. Liam Jackson as he asked me, "Who do you suspect drugged you, Franklin? You have been married to Natalie for three years. I understand that you and Natalie have marital issues, but that's not why she would stoop so low as to drug you. Or do you both not have sex living together as a couple?" I was silent as I heard Mr. Liam's question. Indeed, ever since I got married to Natalie, we haven't had sex, and there were rumors in our family that knew us as a couple. They believed either me or Natalie were infertile, which is why we have no child yet. I gulped and looked away, not wanting to meet Mr. Liam's gaze. I don't know if he likes Natalie, but I was sure his wife hated my wife with a passion. "Franklin, you haven't said anything yet. I am trying to understand who drugged you. When you went out with Amelia yesterday, did you both drink?" Mr. Liam asked me again. "Well, yes, sir. We did. I don't know how I
Frank Howard!I immediately answered the call, "Hello Amelia.""Hi Frank. Please, I am so sorry about how my mother reacted when she saw you," Amelia said, sounding sober. "It's okay. You don't have to apologize to me. I apologize for what Natalie did to you," I said. "It's alright, Frank. Can we hang out and see each other?" Amelia asked. "No. I don't think we can hang out for now. Your father warned me to stay away from you and also your brothers," I replied. "Why? I'm not a kid and I can decide who I want to hang out with," Amelia said. I sighed, looking at the front of the restaurant. "I will call you back later. I want to check on someone for now. And please, you should try to forgive Natalie to get her out of the police station," I told Amelia. "No, Frank!" Amelia shouted. "I'm not going to release Natalie for now. She has to go to jail. Is it because you aren't the one she flogged? Didn't you see how she bruised my skin, and all you care about is for me to release he
Frank Howard!My anger boiled as I looked at the three policemen who were indirectly accusing me of trying to poison my wife. I couldn't blame them or refuse, so I picked up the spoon and ate the meal, ensuring to eat 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 policemen had already gotten her something to eat. "That's fine. Pack it up," the first policeman said, and I shut the meal cover and packed it. I'm a billionaire CEO, but I didn't dress elegantly for these officers to know. I had to obey them, or else they wouldn't allow me to see Natalie. "Come with me," the policeman stepped out from behind his counter and instructed me to follow him. He led me to the cell where Natalie was locked up with two other women, and she was sleeping on the floor. My fists clenched as I saw my wife sleeping. "Officer, open this door and get my wi
Amelia Jackson! I wasn't happy with my father's request for me to allow the matter to 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 and not that ugly, short dwarf. Well, my sister isn't a dwarf. She's just short and reaches my shoulder height, but she's beautiful. She's a beautiful 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 man available at my father's event, but I hadn't expected 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 tipped with a sex pill to make Natalie and her companion get caught in
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