TWW 19

The FabFour, especially Arabella, made headlines for positive reasons. Their message during the gala was the highlight of the evening and people fell in love instantly with Arabella's articulacy and genuine passion towards the cause they advocate that skyrocketed her to fame.

"This is not happening!" Regina screamed as she tore the newspapers and threw the magazines bearing Arabella's face. She was fuming in anger.

"It is! And you have to accept it," her manager said sardonically.

"How dare she? How dare---" Regina ranted.

"Calm down! Breathe. Now, take your medicine," her manager instructed as she followed like a meek lamb.

"Well, what are you planning to do next?" her manager asked. Not really concerned about her, rather, she just wanted to annoy her more.

"She has to be stopped! There has to be away!" Regina said, determined to avenge herself.

"And how are you gonna do that? People love her now!" she teased.

"I don't know! But I will stop this madness... by hook or by crook!" Regina swore.

"Well, you might need this," her manager said as she gave her a brown envelope. She asked tacitly.

"A gift!" her manager answered as she reclined on her chair.

Regina couldn't contain herself from smiling wickedly as she looked at the documents on her hands.

In Adams residence, everyone was happily singing Happy Birthday.

"Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday, Sa- rak- nib...

Happy birthday to you!"

Saraknib's mom and dad, together with their closest friends, sang and clapped for Saraknib for his 1st birthday.

"Yey! Happy birthday!" They cheered after Arabella blew the candle on his cake.

They grilled bbq while some just enjoyed chatting away over some beer.

Beep.

Arabella's phone beeped. she looked at the screen and recognized the unregistered number--- it was Jason.

'Arabella~ please help me! I want to divorce my abusive wife, but she threatened me with my children. She also abuses them. I'm scared of her mental well- being!'

She kept staring at her phone, looking so shocked by the message.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Luke asked, worried about his wife.

She just looked at him. So, he took her phone and saw the message.

"What is it this time?" he asked. He clenched his fists in anger.

Luke read the message.

"Don't tell me you believe him, babe?" Luke asked her in a serious tone.

"Well..." she answered hesitantly. "I don't know. I really don't know."

Luke looked at her intently.

"Don't tell me, you still~"

"Love him? For heaven's sake, babe! I am just thinking... what if he's telling the truth?" Arabella explained.

Luke ran his fingers through her hair and exhaled harshly.

"If it's true, what will you do?" he asked.

"I said I dunno!" she replied.

When their voices became a little loud, Luke asked permission from Brad's parents, who were playing with Saraknib.

Then, Luke dragged Arabella out into a mini gym attached to the back of their house.

"Let. Me. Go!" she cried as soon as they entered the room, trying to escape from Luke's grip.

"No! Unless you tell me why?" he replied.

"Why what?!" Arabella asked.

"Why do you still want to help him?" he replied, gripping her arm tighter. She groaned in pain.

"No reason. I just want to help him that's all," she grunted. Luke stared at her with his piercing eyes.

Arabella exhaled harshly when Luke finally let go of her arms from his iron-clad fists.

"I read your chatroom. So don't even try lying to me," Luke said in a low firm voice. Arabella was astounded.

"You checked my chatroom? That's private!" she yelled.

"Not intentionally," he replied.

"It doesn't matter!" she cried.

"Doesn't it?!" he said with his voice full of pain.

"What else are your hiding from me, huh?" he added.

Arabella just looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you seeing him? Or maybe you sneaked for a quick fuck! How would I know?!" Luke said sardonically.

In Arabella's horror, she slapped Luke so hard that his lip cracked. Luke was petrified for a moment and when he realized that his lower lip was bleeding, his facial expression turned dark. So dark that Arabella felt scared as he slowly approached her.

"You'll regret this!" he grunted.

"I- I'm sorry," she said after gulping a couple of times.

"What should I do to you?" he said before smiling deviously.

Arabella continued to step back until her back touched the wall. Her heart beat loud and fast that she could even hear it.

"Turn around!" his voice was as cold as ice. Arabella turned. She closed her eyes as she waited for her punishment.

"Do you know what I am planning to do?" he whispered before he nibbled her ear. She gasped when his hand touched her breasts and the other traveled down her spot.

"Hmmm. Wet already?" he smirked.

She breathed heavily when he added one more finger.

"You like that?" he said. Then, he turned her around. She protested. She knew that she's not allowed to touch him.

She heard him unzip his jeans. Then, he pulled her dress up.

"Now, you have to be a good girl or else you'll never have that orgasm you always wanted," he warned in his husky voice.

She whimpered when he thrust his full length inside her. Luke made slow but deep thrusts.

"Fuck!" she screamed. He slapped her butt. She bit her lower lip in both pain and ecstasy.

Luke grabbed her hair then pulled it making Arabella arch her back. Sweat started to cover her body.

"Do you love that asshole?" he asked as he traced her naked spine making her goosebump.

"W-what?" she asked in confusion.

"I said. Do. You. Love. Him?" Luke repeated with every slow and deep thrusts. Arabella couldn't focus because of the delicious feeling she was experiencing. She wasn't sure whether to answer or just keep quiet and be fucked.

"Answer. Me," Luke said, slapping her butt cheeks and pulling her hair as he kept pounding at a faster pace. Arabella made orgasmic sounds.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed. "Ahh! Fuck!" When she didn't answer him, Luke became more savage.

"Lie on the table," he commanded. She did as she was told, lying on the billiard table.

"Spread those legs," he said before licking off her wetness. She groped for anything that can support her shuddering body. Luke held her ass pulling it closer as he sucked and licked hard. Then, he inserted one finger causing Arabella to gasp.

"You like that?" he asked. She nodded.

Then, he added one more. She moaned loudly. After a while, she came violently.

"My turn," Luke said huskily after flipping her. He bent her on the table then fucked her hard while pulling her hair.

"This is mine! All mine!" Luke grunted as he moved faster and faster. He exploded inside.