Billionaire's Broken Trust

Natalie's POV When I finished cooking in the kitchen, I set the food on a tray and walked out to the dining table to set it up. However, I saw that my elder sister, Amelia Jackson, had visited us. I watched my husband, Franklin Howard, laughing so hard with my elder sister. What pained me the most was seeing how well he got along with her. Franklin had not laughed like this with me before, and here he was, laughing loudly with my elder sister in the living room. Amelia Jackson was my elder sister. We had the same father but different mothers. My mother was a mistress of my father, and because I was the unwanted child, my stepfamily didn't like me. I had three older brothers: James, Asher, and Felix. All of them doted on Amelia. Amelia and I were the same age, with her being only a month older than me, which makes her my elder sister. We were both fair in complexion, but while she was tall, I was somehow short and chubby. Franklin was a billionaire in this part of the city that we resided in, and he didn't like me, despite my being his wife. It was a mistake that led to Franklin and my marriage—a mistake that I shouldn't have accepted. Three years ago, my father and Franklin's father were best friends. And when my father hosted a business party at home, he invited many tycoons. Franklin walked up to speak to me that night, and we shared a drink. Before I knew it, we went upstairs to my room and made out. Franklin and I were caught in my room and on my bed. I knew Amelia was the one who set us up, but no one believed me. Even Franklin didn't believe me. He felt I was the one who drugged him and lured him into my room to have s*x with me. We were forced to become a couple to hide the embarrassment because Franklin's parents were also disappointed. They all knew I was the illegitimate daughter of my father, and they wondered why my father had kept me instead of throwing me out and allowing Amelia to marry Franklin. Well, after my wedding with Franklin, I discovered Amelia had a hidden crush on him. She regretted drugging my wine because that was what I had served Franklin when he came to speak to me on that eventful night. The guests had come with their adult children, but none of them came to speak to me. I was 22 years old then, when Franklin and I were caught in a compromising position on the bed. We got married while Amelia wept that Franklin was supposed to be her husband. Franklin didn't like me. After that night, we didn't sleep with each other, and I didn't conceive either, even though it was my first time. We were living like neighbors who disliked each other, and now that Amelia had graduated from a private university, Franklin wanted to divorce me and marry her. How shameless of a sister to want to date her half-sister's husband! Amelia was so shameless and openly seducing Franklin. He was five years older than me, and as I'm 25 years old now, he's 30 years old. I watched as Franklin, wearing a white singlet that revealed his masculine abs, as he loved to go to the gym. He was fair in complexion, more handsome than any other man I had seen. His skin glittered like the sun, and I saw the way Amelia was ogling at him. Franklin is very tall. His arms are bigger, and likewise his thighs. I am not up to Franklin's chest; to tell you, I'm a shorty. Although, I have an hourglass shape. Franklin doesn't in any way find me attractive. "How were your studies, Amy?" I heard Franklin asking Amelia. He had switched from calling her Amelia to Amy, her short abbreviated name. Amelia blushed as she picked up the glass cup of wine that Franklin had refilled as I sat at the dining table setting up our dinner. We have no maid at home, simply because Franklin mandated that I wouldn't be going to work when I don't have any meaningful certificate. As the illegitimate child of my parents, I didn't further my education, and I was forced by my stepmother to learn tailoring, while Amelia went to the university, and she was a certified accountant. I wasn't even allowed to sew, as Franklin felt it was a useless profession to become a fashion designer. He calls me ugly and says that I wasn't fashionable. He doesn't like to take me out to hang out with his friends, neither does he give me money for upkeep. I only managed to get money for my upkeep when he gives me money to restock the house with foodstuffs. Only then did I manage to see money to save for my personal use. "It was fine, Frankie," Amelia said. However, I hated how Amelia and my husband were calling themselves pet names. This was my matrimonial home, and Franklin only calls me, "Natalie!" In short, he shouts my name with so much rage, like he doesn't want to see me. "Natalie! Is dinner ready?" Franklin asked me, just as he settled across from Amelia on the next black couch in our exquisite living room. I was through preparing the delicious African delicacy of pounded yam and vegetable soup. I looked at the food that I had prepared and at my husband and my half-sister. "Natalie! I am talking to you!" Franklin shouts at me again. "Hmm, no food for you both," I replied and covered the food that I had already served. Firstly, I didn't invite Amelia to my home, neither will I serve her any food. She should get out and return back to our father's house and look for her own husband to be calling pet names with him. Franklin immediately rose from the couch, and he dashed up to meet me. "Where are you taking the tray of food to? Have you lost your mind?" Franklin slapped me as he approached me and collected the tray from my hand. I looked at him irritably and at Amelia, who smiled and rolled her eyes, as I knew her target. She wanted to collect my husband. She sent me a text message the previous month, telling me that she was coming back to collect everything that I had stolen from her, including my husband. "Franklin, you slapped me because of what? I cooked this food, and you cannot eat it," I said. "Why? Did I not give you the money you used to prepare the meal? Did you work for the money? Move away and get me a bowl of water to wash my hands, and do not think that I will apologize to you because of the slap." "Come, Amy, do not mind your sister. That's how silly she behaves," Franklin calls out for Amelia, and I watch as she seductively stood up from the couch in her brown dress that made her look like a model, as the brown dress accentuated her hips and bosom. Amelia walked up to the dining table, and I stood there watching as Franklin served her the delicious plate of pounded yam and vegetable soup that I had suffered and cooked. I know Amelia was my sister, and I wasn't supposed to be jealous, but Franklin hasn't served me any food before, not to mention the one that I cooked by myself. Franklin also saw that I didn't serve any bowl of water, and he went to the kitchen by himself and brought a bowl of water for Amelia to wash her hands. He sat across from Amelia, and she was blushing, not caring to ask me to join them in eating. "Franklin!" I shouted and walked toward the plate of soup that I served out for myself, as that was the portion that Franklin had served for Amelia as her own plate of soup to eat. "What's wrong with you, Natalie? Should we leave this food for you to eat? Come, Amy, let's go out to get something more palatable to eat," Franklin said, standing up from the dining table, and I hated it whenever I suffered to cook and my husband would have to go out of our matrimonial home to eat. "Franklin!" I tried to stop him, and he warned, "Stay away from me, Natalie. Just go and eat your food since you don't want your sister and I to eat it. Who knows what you have put in it." "What??" I frowned as Franklin's words broke my heart. He quickly took the stairs in our living room and dashed upstairs to his bedroom. Yes, Franklin and I have different bedrooms. I looked back at Amelia and shouted at her, "You shameless slut, aren't you ashamed to be dating your sister's husband? As beautiful as you are, you cannot use your beauty to look for your own husband!" I cursed at Amelia, and she hissed. "Get out of my house!" I was enraged and remembering that Amelia and her brothers didn't like me. They mostly maltreated me, and while I had thought that getting married, I would have my own happiness and family. Yet, this very same family that doesn't want my happiness wouldn't let me be. As I rushed to push Amelia out of the house, she fell down and pretended to be hurt.