Billionaire's Broken Trust のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Natalie Jackson: "No!" I immediately pulled away from the kiss and moved away from Frank, looking away from him. "Just leave, I want to sleep here," I said, walking up to the bed in the room and adjusting it. Frank took a step closer to meet me, but as he wanted to plead with me again, I told him, "It's late, and I'm stressed for tonight. Besides, you will need more of your energy going to your office tomorrow." I moved away from where I stood and walked up to the bed to arrange it. I had arranged the room before, as it was my house, and I was the one cleaning up the whole house. Taking off the old sheet, I spread a new one and went to my box to pull out a night dress. Frank still stood in the room as he watched me undress. I decided to give him a show as I wasn't ready to sleep with him so easily. Not after he had tortured me. I pulled off my old dress and wore the new night dress, tired to take a bath, and I went to the bed and laid on it. As the room light was still on, I got u

Natalie Jackson: "Gloria!" I gasped, as she rushed to hug me while the passersby on the way kept looking back at us. "Where are you going off to? You're looking so sweet today," she said, and I wasn't surprised by her comments. Knowing that her father and my father are friends. But we didn't have a good relationship before since they all kept their distance away from me, while some of them tried associating with Amelia. "I'm looking for a job finder like an agent to help me out in getting a new job," I told Gloria, and saw her smile brighten. "What kind of job do you want? Come with me. I'm going to my salon," she said, and I looked at her in surprise, unable to believe that she owned a salon. "Gloria, your father is a billionaire, and you're a graduate of economics if I'm not mistaken. What do you need a salon for?" I asked her as I walked with her to her salon. Gloria was tall and dark in complexion. She looked elegant in her crisp white shirt and black skirt that was above her

Franklin Howard: I had just finished bathing in my bathroom, dressed in a blue suit, and was preparing to leave my home when I heard the doorbell ring. I knew Natalie was back, and I didn't want to leave the house before, but an emergency meeting came up at the company, and my father called me, demanding that I arrive at my office immediately. Once I was done attending to my appearance, brushing my brown locks and applying my cologne, I exited my bedroom and went downstairs to meet my wife. Natalie looked surprised to see me, but she immediately looked away, not bothering to greet me. I understood that she was still annoyed by my decision to protect her elder sister from her. But it was to prevent further harm to Amelia, not because I cared about Amelia. "Natalie," I called to her, adjusting my cufflinks. "What do you want, Frank?" she asked, pausing by the kitchen doorframe without glancing back at me. "I know you're angry, but I've already apologized to you. Please, can you fi

Franklin Howard: I decided to go shopping for my wife first and not change my mind about purchasing a lovely present for Natalie. I entered the first women's boutique at the front of the mall, and the sales representative welcomed me. "What would you like to buy, sir? We mostly sell items and clothes for women," the sales representative said. She was a young woman, almost the same age and size as my wife. "Well, I'm looking for beautiful gowns and clothes that would fit my wife. I want to give them to her as a surprise gift," I said to the saleswoman, who smiled, as she had two other sales associates in the shop with her. "Okay, come this way, sir. What's your wife's size, and what kind of clothes do you want for her? Hot dresses or decent ones?" the saleswoman asked me. She wore a blue top and a black skirt, and I thought about Natalie's preferences. "I don't know, but I want my wife to look beautiful. Can you get any lovely gowns that you think will fit her? She almost looks like

Franklin Howard: "Babe," I said as I moved away from Michael to speak with my wife. "Where are you taking your box to again?" Natalie looked hurt as it dawned on me that her face was red, as though someone had smacked her. The day I hit her after Amelia arrived here at our home was a day I regretted the most in my life. I had grabbed Natalie and taken the tray of food from her hand. "You cannot leave my house," I said, moving to stop her as she sniffled. "Just stay away from me, Frank. We can discuss this later," she replied, raising her left hand to shield me away. But I couldn't just allow her to leave me. We had already been discussing how to work on our marriage, and I felt helpless, begging my wife to stay. I ignored her words and held her bag. "I will speak with my mother and talk to her. Just calm down, okay?" I held Natalie close, and she didn't resist as she burst into tears in my arms. I sighed and hugged her warmly, rubbing her back and knowing that I had to be aroun