I Brought His Empire Down After He Cheated

The silk sheets clung to Sophia’s sweat-slicked skin like a lover who refuse to let go. The moonlight filter through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting silver shadows across Damian’s broad, muscled back as he moved above her with that familiar, relentless rhythm. “Damian…” Sophia gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders while her voice comes out breathy, broken, exactly the way he likes it. He didn’t slow down. If anything, the sound of his name on her lips only made him drive deeper and harder, drawing out another long, shuddering moan from her throat. This was their ritual, three or sometimes four hours of raw, insatiable passion that left her trembling and boneless by the time the city below begins to wake. Damian Cross, is the ruthless CEO of Cross Global, he is a man who demands everything, and in the bedroom, Sophia had learned to give it all. “You feel so f*****g perfect,” he grow against her neck, teeth graze her pulse point. His hips snapped forward with practice precision, hitting that spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids. “Mine. All mine.” Sophia arched into him, legs wrap tight around his waist. She love's this version of him the possessive, almost continue hunger that made her feel desired beyond reason. At twenty-four, she had walked into this marriage thinking she had found her forever. Damian was thirty, devastatingly handsome, and richer than most men dreamed,but it was the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that could satisfy him, that made her say yes. Hours later, when the marathon finally ebbed into slow, lazy strokes, Sophia lay curled against his chest, heart still racing. Damian’s fingers traced lazy circles on her bare hip, his breathing gradually steadying. “I love you,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the tattoo on his collarbone. He chuckled, the sound low and satisfied. “You’d better. Because I will never let you go, Sophia.” She smiled into his skin, content in the afterglow. Her life now is full of luxury, passion, and a husband who couldn’t seem to get enough of her. What more could she possibly want? The next morning, sunlight stream into the massive kitchen of their penthouse. Sophia stand at the marble island wearing one of Damian’s oversize white shirts, flipping pancakes while listening to soft music. Strong arms slid around her waist from behind. Damian nuzzled into her neck, already dressed in a crisp navy suit that scream power. “Smells good,” he murmured, stealing a quick kiss just below her ear. “But you smell good.” Sophia laughed, leaning back into his chest. “You’re going to make me burn these if you keep doing that.” “Let them burn.” His hands roam around her hip. “I can think of something much sweeter to eat.” She put his arm playfully, cheeks flushing. “Mr. Cross, you have a board meeting in an hour. Behave.” Damian sigh dramatically but released her, before giving her ass a firm squeeze. “Fine. But tonight…” His eyes darken with promise. “We’re not stopping until you can’t walk straight.” A delicious shiver ran down her spine. She turned, rising on her toes to kiss him properly. “I’m counting on it.” He live with a smirk and a stack of pancakes wrap for the car, promising to call her later. Sophia watch the private elevator doors close behind him, heart full. Life with Damian is sweet and sometimes overwhelming. Later that afternoon, she met Mia for their usual lunch at the rooftop restaurant overlooking the city skyline. Mia Lang had been her best friend since university. She was vibrant, sharp-tongued, and always ready with a listening ear. Today she looked stunning in a sleek red dress, her blonde hair designed in perfect waves. “There’s my favorite married woman,” Mia tease as Sophia slid into the seat across from her. “You’re glowing again. Let me guess—another all-night session with Mr. Cross?” Sophia’s cheeks heated, but she couldn’t hide her smile. “You have no idea. Sometimes I wonder how I keep up. The man is so relentless. In the best way.” Mia laugh, raising her glass of sparkling water in a mock toast. “Lucky you. Most husbands lose interest after the honeymoon. Yours is still acting like you’re the only woman on earth who can satisfy him.” Sophia sighed happily, twirling her fork through her salad. “I know. I can do anything for him, Mia. Because, he’s my everything.” Mia’s smile staying perfectly in place, but her eyes flick with something unreadable for just a split second. Really “That’s beautiful, Soph. They spent the next hour laughing and talking, Sophia spilling just enough to make her friend happy. That night, as Damian pulled her into another marathon that left her screaming his name until her throat was raw, Sophia whisper against his lips, “I’m so happy, Damian. Don’t ever stop wanting me like this.” He answered her with a deep thrust that stole her breath. “Never.” But even in paradise, small shadows were beginning to stir. Three weeks later, Sophia was sitting in the private clinic, her heart was pounding as the doctor reviewed her test results with a warm smile. “Congratulations, Mrs. Cross. You’re pregnant.” Sophia was overwhelmed , tears of joy was flowing through her eyes. “A baby, their baby”. She was already picturing Damian’s face when she will tell him…how he would sweep her up, spin her around, and then spend the night worshipping her body with even more tenderness mixed into the fire. She left the clinic floating on clouds, already planning the perfect way to break the news. A special dinner. His favorite wine and non-alcoholic for herself. That evening, when Damian walked through the door, she greeted him in a silky robe, unable to contain her excitement. “Damian, I have something to tell you…” “I’m pregnant.” Damian went still for a moment, then a slow smile spread across his face. “A baby, huh?” He rolled her beneath him again, eyes gleaming. “That’s… good. Really good.” But as he kiss her, Sophia couldn’t shake the tiny flicker of unease in her stomach. This was their new beginning. Everything was so perfect. Little did she know, she had just taken the first step toward digging her own grave.