Billionaire's Broken Trust

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ving room. What pained me the most was seeing how well they got along. Franklin had not

child, my family did not like me. I had three older brothers-James, Asher, and Felix-who all doted on Amelia. Though, we were the same age, but

ity, yet he did not like me, his wife. Our marri

had invited many tycoons, one thing led to another, and Franklin and I were caught in my room. I knew Amelia had set us up

also disappointed. Everyone knew I was my father's illegitimate daughter, and they won

crush on him. She regretted drugging my drink-that was what I had s

was already twenty-two years old then, naive, and with Franklin and me caught in a compromising

ome pregnant, even though it was my first time. We lived like neighbors who hated each o

er's husband? Amelia was so shameless. Franklin was five y

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other man I had seen. His skin glittered like the sun, and I could see the way Amelia was drooling over him. Franklin was tall, with muscular arms and th

anklin ask Amelia. He had switched from

red wine that Franklin had refilled, while I

uldn't go to work since I did not have any meaningful certificate. As

arn tailoring while Amelia went to unive

said I wasn't fashionable. He did not like taking me out to hang out with his friends, and he did not give me money for upkeep. I only m

each other pet names. This was my matrimonial home, and Franklin only called me "Nat

me just as he settled across from Amelia on the

of pounded yam and vegetable soup. I looked at the foo

ing to you!" Frank

," I replied, covering the

serve her any food. She should get out and return to our fa

"Where are you taking the tray of food? Have you lost your

: She wanted to steal my husband. She had sent me a text message the previous month, telli

t? I cooked this food, and you cannot ea

not think I will apologize for the slap. Come, Amy-do not mind your sister. That's how silly she behaves." Franklin called out for Amelia, and I watch

ere watching as Franklin served her a delicious plate of po

be jealous. But Franklin had never served me any foo

the kitchen himself and fetched one for Amelia to wash her hands. He

late of soup I had served for myself-as that

o out to get something more palatable." Franklin said, standing up from the dining table. I

om me, Natalie. Just go and eat your food since you don't wan

y heart. He quickly took the stairs in our li

her, "You shameless slut-aren't you ashamed to be dating your sister's husband?

Amelia, an

me. They had mostly maltreated me, and while I had thought that getting married would give me

out of the door, she fell d