All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken Trust: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Natalie Jackson; A part of me didn't want my husband to starve, but not when charges of attempted murder were pressed against me. I kept my plate in the kitchen, washed it, and thankfully, Frank didn't return to the kitchen to meet me. I was sad, not knowing if I could succeed in divorcing Frank. We had been living together. He had been feeding me and providing for me with money. But he doesn't love me. When I had hoped to become married, I wanted someone who would love me genuinely and make me experience that happy home. It was why I did everything humanly possible to be a good wife to Franklin Howard, but he was quick to take my elder sister's side and toss me aside for her. He hit me because of Amelia. In her presence, there was no way I would sit back and continue with the marriage. Frank is only pretending and wanting me to forgive him. It still surprised me to hear him refer to me as babe. No one knows that I'm Franklin's wife. He never posted about us and warned me never t

Natalie Jackson. "What happened is in the past now. I don't have time to answer any questions except that you three are here to rearrest me again," I said, while James frowned. "Natalie, we are your brothers. Irrespective of the fact that we know Amelia desires to be with Franklin, it didn't occur to us that was her true motive for coming to see you. We sincerely apologize to you on Amelia's behalf and for how we have treated you all these past years," James said, moving closer to meet me. But I could see in Asher's eyes that he doesn't like me. "No, no," I replied with a shake of my head, "You all don't have to act like you care about me. Kindly move on with your lives as I'm not your sister. Also, I do not care if Amelia and Frank are going to wed tomorrow. I have accepted to divorce Frank, and you guys should let me be." I moved into the kitchen, shutting the door heavily behind me, and I heard their conversations in our living room. "Natalie is still angry with us and think

Natalie Jackson. I stayed a little longer with Gloria in her shop, watching how she attended to her sales representatives with class. It was a bright workday, and I wondered if Franklin had gone to work. Well, I shouldn’t be worrying about him since I don’t really know how my husband’s office operates. “Please don’t be offended, Natalie. You know today is Monday, and we usually have many patrons on Mondays,” Gloria said as she returned to her private parlor to meet me. “I understand,” I replied, sitting on one of her guest couches and sipping from the nonalcoholic wine in my glass that she had given me. “Thank you for understanding. So, what do you want to start with?” Gloria asked me. However, as I was about to respond, her phone rang. She smiled at the caller and said to me, “Excuse me. Hello, brother.” “Hey, sis. What’s up with you?” the person on the other end of the call asked. “I’m fine, bro. I’m busy now. I’ll call you later. Why are you calling me at this hour? Didn

Franklin Howard; After my father left my office, I sighed and thought about my marriage with Natalie. "What went wrong with me?" I asked myself as I remembered all those years I had been cruel to her. "Is there a way to fix this?" I pondered as I switched on my computer to resume my office work. It obviously took me hours to prepare my breakfast at home, which had also delayed me from coming to work, although I had planned to take a day off if my father hadn't called me. I resumed my office work, and my assistant knocked on my office door and entered. "Good afternoon, boss," he greeted me, and I sighed. "Afternoon. What brings you here?" I inquired, knowing that I hadn't sent for him. "Sir, it's the new agreement that was signed today before you arrived at the company," he said, and I paused what I was reviewing on my computer to look at him. "Bring it over and drop it on my desk," I said to him. He wore a black suit as well. "Alright, boss," he approached me and dropped it on

Natalie Jackson:I entered back into the kitchen and used the back of my top to wipe my eyes. I proceeded to dish out the delicious rice that I had cooked. I tried not to dwell on the fact that Franklin's family didn't like me. I was not surprised that his mother already believed the story that I was the one who drugged Franklin.I know her son is handsome, but I wouldn't set him up just to become his wife. As I moved closer to my pot of food, I dished out the meal that I had cooked onto smaller plates. The plates were white ceramic, so I served some portions and sat at the dining table in the kitchen to eat my meal alone."Where's that good-for-nothing wife?" I heard Mrs. Howard bark in the living room while Michael was there with her. I didn't respond or make any attempt to stand up and exit the kitchen. I sat there eating the food alone, trying to refill my stomach as I wasn't in a good mood."Natalie!" She pushed the kitchen door open and entered the kitchen to meet me. "What are