Chapter 2

Natalie's POV

"Ah!" Amelia cried, like the doll she was, and Frank rushed up to meet us.

"What did you do to her?" he growled at me as he gently helped Amelia up.

I hadn't even pushed her with force; I only wanted to drag her out. But because she saw Frank rushing downstairs to meet us, and she faked being hurt.

"Frank, your wife—I mean, Natalie—bit me just now and pushed me away," Amelia said, holding her arm and sobbing as she got up from the floor.

Frank looked at me angrily and spat, "I cannot believe that you would do this to your only sister. You aren't even the legitimate daughter of Mr. Liam, and yet you cannot treat your sister right. Come, Amy, let's go out to eat and let her eat her food alone."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I stood watching them. It was Saturday's evening, and Frank definitely didn't work on Saturdays and Sundays.

I sobbed, wanting to stop them, and went outside just in time to see Frank getting into his car after he had helped Amelia close the door like the gentleman he never was.

"Frank, where are you going?" I asked him, as it was already after 7 PM and getting late. My soup was delicious, yet Frank accused me of making it bitter and possibly poisoning it.

I sobbed and watched Frank order the security guard to open the gate. Soon, he drove out of our residence, going who knows where with Amelia. What did I do wrong now? I wondered as I sobbed.

I went back into the house since I couldn't follow them. Frank has three cars, while I don't have any. He has never even taken me in any of his cars, let alone opened the car door for me like a gentleman.

As I went back into the house, I looked at the dining table and the tray of food. I sat down to eat, as the food wouldn't go to waste. I finished my own meal, the one Frank had wanted Amelia to eat, and I put Frank's meal in the microwave to keep it warm so it wouldn't spoil.

I kept the soup in a small pot and covered it as I left the kitchen and went back to the dining room to tidy up. Once I was through cleaning the dining table, I wiped my tears away, locked the door, and waited for Frank to return.

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Franklin's POV...

Being married to that local woman was the worst day of my life. I couldn't believe she would drug me. On the day her father was celebrating a successful deal and invited my father and other partners to attend, I first laid eyes on Natalie. She looked so innocent that I wouldn't have imagined she planned to drug me. While everyone was enjoying themselves in the party hall, which was the living room where the Jacksons mostly welcomed their guests, I decided to get to know her.

My parents were busy chatting with other families attending the event, so I excused myself and followed Natalie. I had seen her before and knew she was also Mr. Liam's daughter. Everyone knew the story of how Natalie came about. Her mother was a prostitute who wasn't ready to raise a child, and rumors had it that her mother tried to abort her, but Natalie was stubborn and came out after nine months.

I wanted to speak with her that night to know the kind of person she was. She was short, with a cute round face and sparkling brown eyes. She was more beautiful than Amelia back then, and I admired her. What irritated me was that Natalie had actually drugged her wine and was looking for a hookup that night, just like her mother.

She knew most of the families attending her father's party were rich, so I was the scapegoat, and I accepted to drink from her wine. I awoke to find myself on the bed with her. We were both naked, and I didn't know how many hours I had spent in her room.

It was when her family came looking for us that they opened the door and caught us together on the bed.

"Natalie! Franklin!" our parents shouted, and to cover up our shame, they concluded that Natalie and I must marry. Indeed, her sheets had stains, meaning I did it with her.

I was angry, not wanting to believe Natalie was a cheap woman. I didn't want to marry her, but my father insisted, saying I wouldn't sabotage his friendship with the Jacksons. It was only right that I marry Natalie and pretend that we had been in an affair, which wasn't the truth.

I couldn't remember how we did it, and I didn't want to sleep with her after we got married. Luckily, Natalie didn't conceive after that night, and I am planning on divorcing her now as I want to move on and maybe marry her sister.

Amelia has class, and she is a graduate who speaks fluently, while Natalie is an embarrassment to me. When my best friend, Michael, visits me, I feel embarrassed each time he sees my wife. 

I cannot take Natalie to any events with me, and I am thinking of divorceing her. As a billionaire CEO of H.W. Global, I think it's best I file for a divorce immediately and marry a woman who is of my standard.

If you ask me what I like about Natalie, I don't think I like anything about her. She's no longer beautiful to me. She's only good at cooking, and I will find a replacement for that.

I drove my car to a fancy restaurant, and while I hate eating out, I just had to excuse myself from Natalie to get to know Amelia better.

"I hope your arm isn't hurting you." I asked Amelia, as she claimed Natalie hurt her just when I went indoors to change my clothes.

"No, it's okay now," Amelia smiled, and I nodded. "Okay," I smiled back, as it was already getting late, and I drove my car to one of the costly restaurants around.

"We're here. Let's grab something to eat," I told Amelia with a smile, and she smiled back at me. Her face had minimal makeup, and it was something I liked about her. Not too much makeup, yet she was beautiful.

I got out of my car and took Amelia by her hand, escorting her into the restaurant. We went to the private section, where I sat down and ordered something nice for the two of us.

Amelia smiled, and her phone rang just as she settled on her chair across from me. "Hello, Father," she said while I waved over to the waiter to serve us something nice.

"Yes, I went to see Frank and Natalie. They're fine, Dad. Don't worry, I'll be home on time, so you don't have to worry about me," Amelia said, speaking to her father as she smiled flirtatiously at me.

"Okay, Dad. I love you too; take care." Amelia ended the call, and without me asking, she said, "My dad wanted to know who I went out to see. You know I don't have any boyfriend or lover."

"Oh, that's nice," I said. As I wanted to ask her what she would like to eat, her phone rang again, and she answered, "Hey, Felix.".

"Yeah, I'm out with Frank. I'll call you back, or I'll be home on time," she told him and soon ended the call.

The same went for her two other brothers. They called to check up on her, but since I married Natalie, no one usually calls to check on Natalie either.

"So, what would you like to have for dinner?" I asked Amelia, and she blinked her eyelashes and bit her pink lips.

"Anything you choose, Frank," she said, and I smiled at her.

"That's fine," I replied, choosing a simple meal, a plate of chicken pepper soup, as I didn't want us to waste much time so that we could go back home.

"So tell me, Frank, how have you been coping with my ugly sister? I knew that if Natalie hadn't set you up, you and I were supposed to become a pair," Amelia said, and I met her blue, shining eyes that shimmered in the night hour.