All Chapters of Billionaire's Broken Trust: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

FRANKLIN: After I left Natalie in the kitchen, I went upstairs to my study to make arrangements for our honeymoon vacation. However, the sound of my phone ringing on the desk caught my attention. I went to pick it up, and upon seeing that my father was calling me, I frowned but eventually answered the call. "Hello, Dad," I said, knowing he would ask me about my mother. I still couldn't believe she had brought Gloria to my home. "Franklin, what happened between you and your mother? She came home looking hurt and claimed that you asked your estate security men to throw her outside and did not even welcome her," my father said, and I stood frozen in disbelief. "Dad, is that what Mom told you? I understand she doesn't like my wife, but Natalie and I are married. I am sick and tired of Mom fighting with my wife for no considerable reason. You both forced me into this marriage, and I have accepted it. Also, I did not throw Mom out. She brought Gloria here to my house as a new wife, and

MICHEAL; After my sister ran upstairs, my father looked at me and asked, "Since when was Franklin married?" "I just called Mr. Howard, and he never mentioned anything about Franklin being married. Are you sure, Micheal, or do you just not want your sister to be happy?" My father looked at me with narrowed eyes, and I laughed, almost drunkenly. "Why not? I want Gloria to be happy, and she knows Franklin is married. Well, she just discovered it now, and it's too late for her," I replied, still drinking from the vodka I took from the bar. "Hmm, but I don't understand why Franklin's marriage is kept away from the public. Or did you attend it?" My dad asked, and I nodded. "Fine. I'll see Gloria later and discuss this with her," Dad said, looking away at the TV console. I finished my drink and went back to my room on the top floor. Although this wasn't my house, I just came home for other reasons. As I arrived on the second floor, I marched up to Gloria's room to see her. I could hear

MICHEAL; The sound of my phone beeping got my attention. Damn it. I couldn't believe that I had slept with Amelia Jackson. She was such a horny bitch, and now I felt so ashamed that I had done it with her. I grabbed my phone and saw that she had already sent Natalie's number. Now I didn't know how to face Natalie or whether to contact her. It was late, so I assumed Natalie would be asleep. Later, I would call her and try to talk to her. I knew Natalie had already told me that she didn't want to divorce Franklin, but I wanted her, not Amelia. I stood up and went into the bathroom to freshen up, feeling sour and dirty from sleeping with Amelia. I didn't care to call Amelia to find out if she had gotten home. Once I was done bathing, I got out, put on my night robe, and went to bed to sleep. However, seeing the rumpled sheets, I pulled them off and replaced them with a new bed cover. As I lay on the bed, the memory of my encounter with Amelia flashed in my mind. I groaned and tried t

FRANKLIN'S POV I was nervous when I saw my wife acting anxiously. Gaining her trust back was one of the happiest moments of my life. I knew I had been cruel to her, but with the type of women in this city, getting someone like Natalie was rare. I had judged her wrongly, and I did not want to lose her again. "Don't worry, we will have a baby soon. Come, let's go upstairs and freshen up. I will give you a bath," I said to her, my gaze locked with hers as I rose from the couch first and carried Natalie up in my arms as if she were a baby. "Franklin, put me down," she said in her sweet, delicate voice as I held her firmly in my masculine arms, grinning at her nervousness. "Why? Aren't you my wife?" I asked her with a smile as I climbed the flight of stairs to her room. "I am," she pouted her pink lips as I ascended the stairs. Natalie was shy, and I couldn't believe that she was still acting shy even after we had been intimate several times since we reconciled last week. I couldn't

NATALIE'S POV I silently glanced at the road as Franklin drove the car out of his estate and headed for the shopping complex. A few drives later, he pulled to a stop and announced, "We're here." "Okay," I said, snapping out of my trance as I harbored thoughts about Michael in my mind. This shouldn't be my concern, but I couldn't help but feel bad for Michael, wishing he had a woman in his life and didn't spend his time chasing after a married woman. I am still amazed that Michael likes me. It was surprising to me because I knew many people loathed me because of my mother's history. I sighed, stepping out of the car as Franklin helped me pull the car door open, and we walked into the shopping plaza together. "Must we shop for what we will be wearing here?" I asked him, whispering into his ear as he held me closer, like a celebrity couple. "Yeah. We have to shop for our honeymoon clothes here, so we will travel with them instead of ordering from abroad," he said, his hot breath f