All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken Trust: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Franklin Howard! Stepping into the living room, I heard Mrs. Agnes Jackson shouting at her husband as she sat on the couch, hugging Amelia to her chest. Amelia was crying like a baby, while her mother was rubbing her head and petting her. "Natalie is an adult. How dare that daughter of a prostitute flog my daughter like this! I will kill her myself, Liam, if you dare grant that bitch bail. Look at our daughter! Natalie has always been jealous of Amelia because Amelia is prettier than her. She snatched Amelia's boyfriend, knowing that Amelia and Franklin were dating. She stole him and drugged him just like the prostitute her mother was. And you're telling me that you want to release her!" "Amelia was not at fault for going to see them. When did visiting your half-sister and her brother-in-law become a crime?!" I heard Mrs. Jackson's voice so loud in the living room as she shouted at her husband, who stood there silently, lost in his own thoughts. As I entered their living room

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

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

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

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