lie's

drama queen she was, and Frankli

Franklin growled at me as

ed to drag her out. And because she saw Franklin rushin

ust now and pushed me away," Amelia said, holding

ister. You aren't even the legitimate daughter of Mr. Jackson, yet you cannot trea

ching them. It was Saturday, and Franklin defin

e to see Franklin getting into his black Jeep after helping

" I asked him, as it was alread

in had accused me of making bitte

man to open the gate. Soon, he drove out of our r

wrong now?* I won

spotless cars, while I had none. He had never even carried me in any of hi

se, I looked at the dining

finished my own meal-the one Franklin had wanted Amelia to eat-an

vered it as I left the kitchen and we

table, I wiped my tears away, locked the

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klin'

ged me. It happened on the day her father was hosting a party to celebrate one of his successfu

alie. She looked so innocent that I wo

s mostly welcomed their guests-I followed Natalie to get to know her that evening. My parents were b

out her. She was also a daughter of Mr. Jackson.

a child. Rumors had it that her mother had tried to abort h

Natalie that night to know

cute round face and

elia then, and I did admire he

ually drugged her wine and was looking for

her father's party were rich, so I was the sca

d with her. We were both náked, and I didn't kno

or us that they pushed open her room

ur shame, they concluded that Natalie and I must get married. I

, but my father refused, saying I wouldn't sabotage his friendship with the Jacksons. It was

it, and I didn't want to sleep

ight, and I was planning to divorce her now s

who spoke fluently, while Natalie w

ame to visit me, I felt embarra

ny events with me, and I was

thought it best to file for divorce imm

anything about her anymore. She was no longer beautiful to me. Sh

ed eating out, I just had to excuse myself

ed Amelia, as she had claimed Natalie hurt her

kay," I smiled back. It was already getting late, an

lia with a smile, and she smiled back. Her face had m

keup, and yet s

ed her into the restaurant. We went to the private section,

e rang just as she settled

aid while I waved the

worry-I will be home on time, or you don't have to worry about me,"

and, without me asking, said, "My dad wanted to know who I w

t's nice

uld like to eat, her phone rang ag

ll call you back, or I will be home s

y called to check on her. But since I marrie

I asked Amelia, and she blinked her lo

Franklin," Amelia said

al-a plate of chicken pepper soup-as I didn't wan

hat if Natalie hadn't set you up, you and I were supposed to have become a p