1 THE FINAL STRAW

  ARIEL'S POV   "Please slow down; you're going too hard!" I screamed, my eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, while Luke relentlessly pounded into me. He gripped me tightly, showing no mercy as he moved with vigorous force. My moans echoed throughout the dark room, barely visible except for the outline of Luke's figure as he continued to ravage me.   "Ohhh Luke!" I cried out, my nails digging into his back. The intensity of his thrusts caused both of us to breathe heavily. But amidst the pleasure, Luke's grip on my neck tightened, choking me slightly. "You little whore, I can't believe you'd go this far, drugging me to touch you!"   "I didn't..." I tried to speak, but he cut me off, anger mixing with pleasure in his eyes. He was inflicting pain and bringing gratification at the same time.   "Ahhhh!" I cried out as he drove deeper and deeper, his powerful thrusts filling the room with their sounds.   "I hope you're happy now. Isn't this what you wanted?!" Luke snapped, pounding into me with relentless force.   "Slow down, slow..." I begged, but he choked me hard, silencing me. Spit drooled out of my mouth, but he didn't seem to care as he continued his brutal assault.   "I'm going to make you pay!" He growled, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. "You wanted pleasure; well, now you've got it."   "Ouhhhh, ouhhh, ouhhhh!" I cried out, feeling like he was going to split me in two. As much as I wanted this, I also wanted him to stop.   I had been waiting for him to come home, but when he arrived, intoxicated and blaming me for drugging him, I never expected this. His torture was a mixture of agony and ecstasy.   "Are you satisfied now?" He asked, his breath mingling with mine. "Are you satisfied?!"   I couldn't answer him; I was just screaming and looking into his eyes as he choked me even harder. The force of his movements caused the lamp on the bedside table to fall, lighting up the room with an orange glow.   "I asked you a question, didn't I?" He snapped, his anger and rage intensifying. My face was red, and I was unable to speak as he seemed determined to choke me to death.   I dug my nails into his back, causing him to cry out, but he just glared at me before resuming his brutal thrusts. He went on and on, finally spilling inside me. But instead of stopping, he continued to pound into me, and when I was about to scream, he covered my mouth with his hand.   He wore a devilish smirk as he continued for what felt like an eternity before finally pulling out. I lay there, weak and unable to move, as he glared at me before going back in for another round.   "Please, I can't take anymore!" I screamed, but he just bit his lip and silenced me. "I'm just granting your wish, my lovely wife," he mocked before releasing my face.   But it was too much. I couldn't take it anymore. I whimpered as he continued to slam into me, holding my arms against the bed. And when he finally let out a loud growl, I knew he had reached his peak. He pulled out and shifted backwards, leaving me trembling and exhausted on the bed.   I watched him as he made his way to the bathroom, and it took me a while to gather the strength to put on my robe. When he emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, I was still trembling from the brutal experience.   Three years ago, my family, also known as The Walker group, faced a severe financial crisis. Without a solution, all the hard work they had put in for years would have been in vain. It was a difficult time watching my parents in tears, and I was willing to do anything to end this sad chapter.   Then, unexpectedly, I found myself in Luke's bedroom. It was later revealed that my parents had drugged me, despite always claiming to love me. They eventually explained their reasons, and I couldn't stay angry at them forever.   Luke was a billionaire, but his wealth was inherited from his grandfather and father. My parents made a deal with Sir Reynold, as we referred to Luke's grandfather, and decided to give me to Luke. However, they knew he wouldn't agree if they asked for his opinion, as he had someone else in mind. So, they conspired to drug me and bring me to Luke's room, making it seem like we had slept together.   Their plan succeeded, and it became a media sensation. But nothing happened between us. I was only half-naked and lying on top of Luke when he woke up. It was a humiliating experience.   As a result, Luke had to marry me, and our family's financial crisis was resolved. However, it was only the beginning of my personal hell.   Our marriage was filled with pain and heartache. Luke treated me poorly, and I had to endure his actions. I convinced myself that I could change him and make him fall in love with me, like in the movies.   Despite knowing how Luke mistreated me, many people in New Haven looked down on me. I ignored their judgment and never complained, enduring every heart-wrenching moment. But, after this torture, I reached my breaking point. I couldn't tolerate his behavior any longer. Enough was enough.   Luke drove his hands through his damp hair, water dripping all over his body. He flashed me a smirk, clearly pleased to see me in such a state.   He sauntered over to a drawer and retrieved a small box of pills. With a glare, he tossed them in my direction. "Take it."   I grabbed the box from the bed and read the label, "Emergency contraceptive." I looked back at Luke, my expression conveying my reluctance. I was sure he understood.   Luke and I had an agreement that we would not have children, or rather, he did not want to have a child with me. He despised me to the point where he refused to start a family with me. This was the second time he had touched me in our three-year marriage, and he claimed to be drunk. But that was not what I was seeing around here.   I stared at the pills, not wanting to take them. Luke's voice broke through my thoughts: "Quit daydreaming, you idiot."   I looked up at him, seeing the irritation on his face due to my hesitation.   "If you think we're going to have kids, you're only deceiving yourself." His tone was dark. "Now don't waste any more time, you moron. Take those damn pills."   I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh, my grip on the box tightening. "I'm not taking them." I finally made up my mind.   "What did you just say?" Luke's voice was filled with disbelief as he stepped closer to me.   I met his gaze with determination. "I said I wasn't taking them."   "You'll have to; I don't think you can carry my child in that belly of yours." He crossed his arms.   I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "You don't have to worry; I won't get pregnant."   "Don't tell me that; do you think I'm a child?"   "I told you not to worry, didn't I?" I threw the pills away. "By the way, I have something to tell you."   "What is it?"   I closed my eyes, a few tears escaping. But I held myself together, not wanting to break down. After a moment, I said, "I want a divorce."   He stared at me in shock for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. I gave him a confused look, wondering what was so amusing.   His laughter only grew louder. "Are you serious? How much do you want this time?"   "Yes, I'm serious, and I don't want your money." I stood up and walked over to a nightstand, retrieving a document I had left there earlier. Thoughts of divorce had been plaguing my mind lately, which was why I had this document.   His laughter continued. "Oh, sorry, how much does your broke family want now? A billion dollars, or the whole company?"   "Just take this, will you?" I handed him the paper, and his laughter came to an end at that moment. He furrowed his brows at me before taking it from my hands.