Billionaire's Broken Trust

Chapter 5

Natalie Jackson

I had slept off waiting for my husband to return home after he left the house with Amelia.

When I awoke, it was 10 pm, and I heard the loud banging on the door.

As I rushed to unlock the door, Franklin was back and accusing me of drugging him.

I thought he was joking, but he was damn serious as he carried me in his arms and took me straight into our bedroom.

Before my mind could register what he was about to do, Franklin started kissing me hungrily, as if his life depended on it.

Franklin hadn't kissed me for three years since we got married. He doesn't even want to acknowledge me as his wife, as he mostly avoided me.

He only ate my food and said he doesn't like eating outsiders' foods. That they don't cook it well and often mismanage ingredients. So he returns home to eat what I prepared for him, or he ordered me to bring his lunch to his office.

"Frank, stop!" I tried to stop him, to catch my breathing as he laid me on the bed, and I couldn't push him away.

I supposed to be excited that my husband was finally making love to me, but I knew Franklin. Once he awoke the following morning, he would accuse me of taking advantage of him.

Frank wasn't in his right frame of mind, and I sensed that Amelia had drugged him. Now Franklin came home, and accusing me of being the one who had drugged him.

Why should I?

Frank stopped kissing me and gazed at me. He hastily removed my green nightgown and tossed it away. In a flash, he stripped himself too.

Franklin started touching my intimate spot, and I moaned and responded to him, wanting him at the moment.

I should have left him when I had the opportunity to. As Frank's mother doesn't like me. She often calls me names in the presence of her three children, and said that I wasn't fit to be her daughter-in-law.

None of Frank's two siblings likes me. They didn't relate with me or approve of me in their midst.

The only person who was kind to me was Franklin's best friend, Michael Austin.

Michael was the only one who smiled at me and happily ate my food whenever he comes to visit Franklin in this house, most especially on weekends.

But Frank doesn't like it, and had warned his friend to stop teasing me.

Franklin said that I don't know how to cook, and each time I try to improve on my good cooking skills to win his heart so that he would love me and appreciate me.

Franklin wouldn't, and he would only remind me that he was the one who provided money for the food. And that he doesn't owe me any gratitude for cooking the food that he gave me the money to prepare.

Franklin was mean to me, but I kept on enduring him, believing that he would change and get to love me.

I don't want to leave my marriage or be referred to as a woman who couldn't stay in her marriage.

Some referred to my mother as a p********e. I had seen her once, after I got married to Frank. She came asking me for money and telling me that my husband was a Billionaire, so it was right that I took care of her.

I couldn't believe my mother would say that to me. But I tried explaining to her that Frank doesn't give me money for anything.

She advised me to report him to the humans right department around us and that Franklin was my husband, and he ought to take care of me and give me money to take care of my family too.

But I let my mother know that Frank and I weren't twins. We weren't born the same day, neither was our marriage built on love.

I informed her how Amelia had set me up with Franklin, and she wasn't happy about it. She advised that I leave Franklin and divorce him, telling me that I was pretty enough to win any serious bachelor in the city to marry me.

Well, I didn't want to. Franklin Howard is my husband. We got married accordingly, even as he glared at me at the altar of God, and refused to say, "I do." I happily told him, "I do."

I love Franklin very much and wanted to be with him. However, he doesn't trust me and believes that I was the one who had drugged him that night.

Frank gained access into my wet fold, and he didn't take it gently with me tonight. He kept thrusting into me, and I couldn't remember that night three years ago, when we were caught on the bed inside my room.

However, I remember this.

Frank made love with me until he got his release, and he laid down next to me and fell asleep.

My body was aching from the impact of his actions. I was supposed to be mad at him, but I wasn't.

After catching my breath, I carefully crawled out of the bed to have a quick bath.

Ever since Frank and I got married, we haven't had s*x. I couldn't remember that night because of what Amelia gave to us. But tonight was different, and I know Franklin wouldn't remember.

What was Amelia's target? She wanted my husband to sleep with her. Yet, she couldn't be patient enough and maybe waited until Frank and I got divorced, before she drugged him.

Amelia drugged Frank and allowed me to suffer the consequences of her actions. I had always suffered Amelia's wrath, and I wanted to get my revenge on her.

As I stripped off my dress, I picked up my phone from the shelf, managing to stand up as I felt my legs shaking. I saw the time was already midnight.

Frank got home late at 10 pm, and now it was midnight. He lasted two hours nonstop taken me to cloud nine and back on earth.

I wanted to message Amelia, but I was enraged, so I called her instead.

"Hello, what did you do to my husband?" My anger was evident as I asked Amelia over the phone call, almost shouting.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Natalie? You shameless slut and bastard! What did you do to Frank?" She barked at me, pretending not to know.

"Don't pretend like you didn't know what you did to Frank. Franklin went out with you, and now he came home drunk and acting under the influence of whatever you have given to him. Do not think that Frank wouldn't find out about this. I will have you arrested tomorrow!" I shouted, and Amelia laughed out.

"Hahaha! If there's anyone who should be arrested, it's you, Natalie, who drugged Frank. You know what you gave to him before I came to you guys' house. So stop asking me nonsense!" Amelia ended the phone call on me, and my brows furrowed.

I knew Frank would accuse me of drugging him once he awoke the next morning, and I fear what his anger would lead to. Frank doesn't beat me up, but he slapped me just because I refused to allow Amelia to eat my food.

Frank showed his angry side to me for the first time since our marriage, and this has never happened before.

I blinked my tears away and went into the bathroom to wash myself, as my body ached.

Although, I love how Franklin made love with me. I wished he had done it with clear eyes, and not under the influence of whatever Amelia had given him.

I was exhausted, so after I finished with my bath, I got out of the bathroom and went to the closet to pick a light nightgown that I would wear. I donned it and went back to the bed to sleep.

This master bedroom was mine now, since Frank used the next room. Franklin didn't give me any specific room in this house.

When I arrived here with him two years ago, after he bought this mansion and offered to leave his family house. His father insisted that he take me alone, and when we got here, Franklin said the room was his own, and I was only temporarily using it, until he asked me to leave his house.

We share the closet, but he hasn't mistakenly slept with me for once. He sometimes uses the other rooms on the top floor that were furnished too, whenever he wanted to avoid me.

But most times, I lied to him that I was scared of sleeping alone and having nightmares. I told him that just to crawl on the same bed as him, but Franklin hadn't taken advantage of me.

I laid on the bed and slept off as I was already exhausted.

The following morning, I awoke, and Frank was still sleeping on the bed. I touched his chest to know if he was alright. But his head was hot, and likewise, his entire body.

"What did Amelia give to my husband?" I sprang up on the bed, wondering if anything went wrong with Frank, I would be in serious trouble. But I couldn't leave him at this point or fled his house.

I stepped down from the bed and rushed to bring cold water to wipe his forehead and chest, but Frank wasn't waking up.

I laid my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat, and he was breathing loudly.

"My God!" I rushed out of our room to call the family doctor and to know if I should take Frank to the hospital or not.