Natalie's POV: I thought Frank had left my room door, but he was still there. "Natalie, do you want me to sleep here by the door before you open up?" he asked me, and I smiled, still lying on the bed and not responding to him. "I am already on the floor, and I will sleep here since that is what you want," Frank said. I remained quiet, not responding to him. To my surprise, I heard movement at my door, followed by a groan from Frank as he laid on the bare floor. I didn't know when I jumped down from the bed and rushed to the door to unlock it. To my surprise, my husband—a billionaire CEO—was lying on the hard floor. "Frank!" I gasped, and he smiled as he sat up by the door. "You thought I was lying, didn't you?" he asked, and I blushed. "I never said that you're lying. Get up; you cannot sleep here. Go back to your room, as I am still angry with you," I told him, and he frowned. He rose, towering above me. "What should I do to make you forgive me? I am really serious about u
Franklin Howard I arrived at my company, and compared to the previous day, I was in a good mood. I focused on my office work and later summoned my assistant into my office. I wanted to hire new staff for Natalie to lighten her workload at home. She wasn't my maid after all, and I had decided to take good care of her and pamper her like a billionaire's wife. My assistant came into my office to see me. He wore a black suit and smiled at me. "You sent for me, boss?" "Yes, I did," I replied, looking at him as I paused what I was clicking on my computer. "I want you to hire new domestic staff for me. Not here, but for my home," I said, leaning back in my office chair and maintaining eye contact with Wesley Ryan. "Okay, boss. Anything else you want me to do for you?" he asked. "No, that's all," I replied. "You can leave now and bring the new staff to meet with me once you hire anyone. The age group should be middle-aged women and above. I don't want any young women in my hous
Franklin Howard:I didn't find Michael's revelation funny at all. I moved back to my desk, settled into my office chair, and looked at him."Is that why you came here to tell me that you want my wife?" I asked him, gazing directly at his face as I placed my hands on my desk. I had started to prepare my lunch that Natalie had brought into my office."Yes, Franklin," Michael replied. "I used to admire Natalie. I wanted her before you two accidentally got married, and you claimed she drugged you and that you were caught on her bed. I wished I was the man who had gone after her that night."I frowned as I watched my friend's face, hearing him express how much he wanted my wife. He concluded, "But it was already too late for me. Why don't you proceed with divorcing Natalie now? It's still early, Frank. Besides, you and I know that you don't like Natalie. Just let me have her."I shut the blue food flask that I had taken out of the lunch bag."No, Michael," I shook my head and picked up my
Natalie Jackson:I went back into my house feeling excited that my marriage to Franklin had progressed. I went to serve my lunch and stepped out to the dining room, where I sat at one of the six chairs to devour my meal.My handbag was perched perfectly on the dining table. Just then, I heard my phone ringing inside my handbag. I rushed to take it out, and I was surprised to see that my father was the one calling me.I felt hesitant to answer his call. I dropped the phone and went back to sit in my chair to have my lunch. My phone rang again, and I finally picked it up."Hello, Natalie. Why did you place a ban on your sister and tell Franklin to cut ties with all of us?" my father inquired. I kept silent for a while and eventually greeted him, "Good afternoon, Dad.""Yes, 'afternoon.' That isn't the answer to my question. Amelia said she went to see Franklin at his office since she is looking for a new job now that she has returned. All you could do is tell Franklin to cut us off. Is
Natalie Jackson:Franklin arrived home in the evening, just as I awoke in my room upstairs. I was wearing a white nightdress and a black pair of slippers. I went downstairs to welcome him when I heard the sound of his car arriving in our driveway and the doorbell ringing."Welcome home, sweetheart," I said to Franklin as I rushed up to meet him and hugged him happily.Franklin sealed his lips on mine as I took his black briefcase from his hands. He hoisted me up in his arms like I was a baby and carried me upstairs."Frank, where are you taking me? Put me down!" I protested, already knowing where Franklin was headed."I missed you and couldn't wait to come home to see you," he said as he climbed the flight of stairs toward our bedroom."Aww," I blushed as Frank entered my room, which was the first room at the top of the stairs. We had five bedrooms upstairs and some guest rooms downstairs.Frank gently placed me on my bed while I dropped his briefcase and stood up to help him out of h
Natalie Jackson:Franklin's brows furrowed, and he replied, "Fine. I will open up a business for you, but not now. Let us have a baby first. After that, I will open a business of your choice. But we should make up for the three years we have wasted."I pouted my lips, as I didn't want to have a baby now. Having a baby would hinder my plan to start something.Frank resumed kissing me, and before I could protest, his hands flew into my wet region to seduce me to lie on the bed. I knew I couldn't resist him. One thing led to another. Franklin was on top of me, and we were both naked, with our clothes flying off the bed and landing on the tiled floor. He sprang into action, gaining entrance into my wet region, and made love to me all through the night.I knew his intention was to get me pregnant, and I understood that my chances of starting something wouldn't work out now. I loved Franklin, so I allowed him to make love to me. I took over and did all he wanted, and we reached our climax a
Natalie Jackson:"Good afternoon, Madam. Where are you heading to without an umbrella?" Alex asked, smiling at me politely."I'm going to the company. You know that I do not know how to drive. Or can you drive?" I asked. I felt eager to cruise in one of Franklin's cars. I was his wife. Recalling the day that Franklin had opened his car door for Amelia like a gentleman made me sad."I'm sorry, Madam. I don't know how to drive. But you could tell my boss to hire a driver for you," Alex politely spoke to me."No, it's fine. I can manage. Just pull the gate open; I will get a taxi on the way," I said to him, smiling back.Alex hastily pulled the black gate open, and I stepped out, waving goodbye to him as I left the compound.Walking along the estate road, I saw a black car driving up to exit the estate. The car slowed down and parked ahead, making my brows furrow."Excuse me, pretty lady. Where are you heading to? Come on, hop in my car, let me give you a free ride," the potbelly man in
Michael Austin:Arriving at H.W Global for a new business deal that my dad signed with Franklin's father wasn’t what I had expected. We were family friends growing up, and though I didn’t like to get involved in my dad’s business, these old men seemed to be in a club. They worked together like brothers, assisting one another. Now, my dad had called me to attend the meeting.The woman I desired to marry, despite the silly family background that surrounded her, was snatched away by my very good friend, Franklin Howard. I couldn’t believe it; when I woke up that day three years ago with the news from Franklin, “I am getting married, bro. This is a quick marriage, and I want you to be my best man.”When I asked him who his bride was, I couldn’t believe that it was my girl crush. I was angry when I saw her arrive at the wedding venue with her family."How the heck did this happen, Franklin? Why didn’t you tell me it was her?"I wanted to switch places with Franklin and be the man exchangin
**Natalie**Hearing the sound of voices coming from the ground floor, I roused from my sleep and went to see who the people discussing there were.Pulling the balcony door unlocked, I was surprised to see Michael and one of my elder brothers, Asher, and I wondered what brought them here."Natalie!... Hi!" Michael waved to me, and I frowned after seeing that Franklin's car had left the estate.It was a picture-perfect view from this balcony to take a look around the city.I held my flowing dress that the wind was pushing forward."Good evening, Michael. What do you want? Franklin isn't around," I replied after seeing that my husband had left the premises. I didn't want Franklin to return and assume that I cheated on him."Are you alright, Natalie? I came to see you and to present you with these flowers!" Michael said, raising the bouquet of roses, and looking up at me. Asher sighed and moved over to his car. "No. I am sorry, but I cannot accept them. I cannot cheat on Franklin with yo
Franklin's POV:"Natalie, open this door," I called to my wife, seeing that she had locked herself in her room.I shouldn't have agreed for Natalie to go and apologize to her stepmother, but I had to do what the prophetess said. I had to ensure that Natalie didn't disobey her words; now Natalie is making me extra worried."Natalie..." I called her name again as I couldn't believe that she was asking me for a divorce. I didn't like the fact that with any little misunderstanding between us, Natalie would immediately bring up divorce. I had told her that I didn't want to divorce her.We are already a couple, so why was she eager to divorce me? I assumed it was because of Michael that she wanted to leave me for him."Natalie, don't make me order Wesley to get a carpenter to come and remove this door. Open it now!" My voice was loud, and after a while, the room door unlocked, and Natalie stood there with her tear-streaked face."What has come over you? Is your stepmother a god that you sho
Natalie Jackson.Arriving on the second floor, I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest.Asher pushed the door open and led me into the sitting room.Mrs. Agnes Jackson was perched on one of the white couches in the sitting room, going through a fashion magazine. But as her eyes locked with mine, she spat out the juice into her glass cup and dropped it on the coffee table. Glaring at me, she demanded, "What are you doing here? Asher, what is she doing here?""Mom," Asher let go of my hand and walked over to meet his mother.Mrs. Agnes shifted her focus away from me to her son, waiting to hear his explanation. However, I took it upon myself to approach her, kneeling beside her feet to apologize."I am sorry, Mother, for being a bad daughter to you." I knelt a short distance away from Mrs. Agnes, and she laughed, saying, "Hahaha. What is the meaning of this nonsense, Natalie? Get out of my presence. I don't care if you are a good daughter or a bad daughter to me. You are not my
(Natalie Jackson)Franklin and I arrived home, and my mind was in chaos, wondering how I would approach my stepmother and apologize to her.Mrs. Agnes hated me with a passion that I was aware of. I sighed while Franklin looked at me as he drove his car into the premises just after Alex opened the gate and welcomed us."You don't have to worry about going to see your stepmother. I will accompany you," Franklin said. I looked at him and told him, "Okay. But I am certain that she won't forgive me. I am so sure about that.""It's okay. Remember the prophetess said it's not compulsory that your stepmother must forgive you, but you should apologize to her.""Alright." I sighed and focused my gaze on the front of our house while Franklin parked his car. I carefully got out, and he came out and met me just after locking his car.Franklin gave the ice cream to me, but my mood was still down, knowing that my stepmother was behind my setbacks and childlessness.*What did she exactly do?* Well,
(Franklin Howard)"You are not our members, right?" she asked, and I quickly replied, "Yes, Ma. We came here seeking the fruit of the womb, but your mother already attended to us."I forced a smile even when I didn't want to."I can see that. But come to my office. I can still see how to help you both," she said as she walked away, while her mother continued with her walking and exited the house. We followed the middle-aged woman to her office, except for Natalie's mother, who went after the old woman to speak with her again.I wondered what Natalie's mother had to ask the old woman. It was really shocking that Mrs. Agnes Jackson had actually cursed Natalie and made Natalie's childhood difficult.Natalie looked sober, so I walked up beside her and held her hand.We followed the woman into her office, and she sat down on a red mat and looked at Natalie, just as she told us to wait.Her office, as she called it, looked more like a shrine, with white curtains on the wall, and she did som
(Natalie Jackson)As I rushed out of the house and made my way towards the exit gate, I heard my name, "Wait, Natalie! Come over, let me escort you."I looked back at the front of the house and saw Franklin walking over to his car, the black SUV."Come, let me give you a ride. Although I don't feel comfortable about this," Franklin said, and I sighed as I rushed back to his car to meet him."You shouldn't worry about it. My mother wouldn't take me anywhere evil," I assured him as I hurried to his car to join him inside.Franklin had changed and was now wearing a white shirt and black pants, paired with black shoes.He opened and shut the car door carefully after I had settled into the front passenger seat, then he entered the driver's seat and drove out of his residence."So where are we heading to?" Franklin asked me as he slowed down on the estate street and looked at me."Wait, let me call my mother," I smiled as I quickly withdrew my phone from my handbag and reached for it to giv
**Natalie's POV**One week later, after Amelia had welcomed her baby, Franklin's mother came to our home to see us.I was in the kitchen cooking since it was Saturday. I heard the sound of a car driving into the garage, and as I went out of the kitchen to see who it was, I was surprised to see Franklin's mother get out of the car, looking at me with irritation."Good morning, Ma," I greeted her, but she looked away without responding. I sighed and went back into the kitchen as I continued cooking.Later, I came out to the dining room to serve the meal since it was still morning."Franklin, how are you and your wife comfortable staying together when you don't have any children yet? Chris's wife has given birth to a bouncing baby boy, and yet you and Natalie don’t have any kids yet," his mother said."Mom," Franklin sighed, seated across from her in the exquisite living room."We will have kids, Mom. Stop pressuring us about it. We will have kids in God's own time," he replied to her."
Natalie's POV:Franklin and I went up to the third floor where Amelia was admitted. As we arrived, we met Amelia's mother, who was happily looking at her new grandson, but as soon as she saw me, she shouted, "What are you doing here?!"Mrs. Agnes quickly petted the baby to stop crying as the baby in the bed woke up startled by her voice."Mom, I invited Natalie over. Can you just let her be?" Amelia asked her mother, who frowned."I don't want to see Natalie here. Do you want her to infect you with her bad luck?" Mrs. Agnes asked Amelia, who frowned."Mom, that's enough. Natalie is my sister, and it's not like you gave birth to another sister for me to have. Just let her be!"Mrs. Agnes looked pained, but she quickly brushed it off and replied, "Fine. Let me just see my grandchild and leave you two alone."I sighed as James, Asher, and Felix arrived in the room and they went to congratulate their sister."Congratulations, Amelia. So finally, I am an uncle," Asher said happily as he we
Natalie's POV:"Frank, what Michael and I were discussing was only family matters. He was saying that he doesn't love Amelia enough to marry her.""But he wants you," Franklin replied, and I sighed and nodded."I already told him that we weren't going to divorce. He was asking if you will change in the long run of our marriage?" I asked Franklin as he drove the car home in silence.Franklin didn't reply to me, and I didn't bother to ask him again about whether he was going to change.As we arrived at his estate gate, Franklin slowed down his car for the security men to open the gate, then he asked me, "Do you think I am going to change?""I don't know," I replied. "Change is always constant, and anyone can change over time. Maybe if you get bored with me or if we are still unable to have children."Franklin's blue eyes darkened, and he replied, "I cannot change. I married you because I wanted to. Yes, I was childish then, but I've come to realize that a part of me is addicted to you.