Billionaire's Broken Trust のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Franklin Howard: Stepping into the living room, I heard Mrs. Agnes Jackson shouting at her husband as she was seated on the black couch and 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 to grant that bìtch 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 at fault for going to see them," Mr. Liam said. "When has going to visit 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 was shouting at her husband who stood there silently and lost in his own

Franklin Howard: I immediately answered the call, "Hello, Amelia." "Hi, Franklin. 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, like get to see each other?" Amelia was asking me, and I replied, "No. I don't think we can hang out for now. Your father warned me to stay away from you, and also your brothers." "Why? But I'm not a kid, and I can decide who I want to hang out with," Amelia said, and I sighed. Looking at the front of the restaurant, I told Amelia, "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." "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 that she flogged? Didn't you see how she bruised my skin, and all

Amelia Jackson: I wasn't happy with my father's request for me to allow the matter to lay low to avoid dragging our family names into the mud. For Christ's sake, I was the one who was supposed to marry Franklin and not that ugly, short dwarf. Well, my sister isn't a dwarf. She's just short and just my shoulder height, but she's beautiful. She's a 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 Franklin 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 Franklin. 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 sex pills to make Natalie and her companion caught in the act. Howev

Natalie Jackson: I was preparing to sleep in the police cell unit that I was kept in, after I was through eating the meal that Franklin had brought. His reaction surprised me because I hadn't expected Franklin to be possessive of me. I still want 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 out there. 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 police officer 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 because I was informed that I would be going to jail this morning?" I asked him, and saw the man's brows furrow. "Do you prefer to sleep in this cell, Madam? I just informed you now that you're free to go, and you're asking me questions," he

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-case scenario would be if my wife could now disappear from the police 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 and my 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 know that she's 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 grasping her sho