All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken Trust: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

(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.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** 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 F

**NATALIE'S POV** The dining table fell into silence as Franklin and I ate the soup he had served. He amazed me by warming it properly to show off his culinary skills. Grinning, I picked up the meat in my soup and ate it before I offered it to him."Here, how do you like the soup?" I asked him, and he grinned. "It's delicious."I knew I was sounding drunk, so I managed to eat a little more semovita before I rounded up with my food. I wanted to stand up and take the tray of food to the dining table, but Franklin stopped me. "No, babe. You shouldn't stress yourself tonight. Wait for me; I am coming," he said, swiftly getting off his chair to stop me from clearing off my plates to the kitchen. My jaw dropped as I looked at Franklin in surprise and replied, "Alright." I watched him finish up his own soup before he cleared the plates to the kitchen."What has come over him?" I pondered as Franklin's reaction still left me on edge, and I decided not to worry about whether he was preten

THREE MONTHS LATER.NATALIE'S POV:Everything has been fine between Franklin and me. We went to work, him taking me in his car since I got busier with work. We spent time together most of the time and also at night.On a bright Saturday afternoon, Franklin and I were at home when we heard the sound of a car arriving."Who is that?" I asked, sitting up and raising my head away from Franklin's thighs to see who had arrived, but he held me back."Wait, babe, you don't have to stress yourself to peep out the window. Just switch the television button to display the closed-circuit television," he says, his voice calm as he showed me through the remote.To my surprise, the footage of our mansion displayed on the vast television screen in the living room.Getting out of the car was Mrs. Kimberly Howard. She wore a red native dress, and I wonder who was the fashion designer that designed it for her.The red dress was a long dress that swept the ground that she walked on. I thought she came alo