The Billionaire's Curse: A Web Of Broken Souls: A Story
The world knew him as Damian Roth—a name whispered with awe in high places, revered in boardrooms, envied by men, and adored by women. A self-made billionaire, or so it seemed, his face adorned magazines, and his name was spoken with reverence among the elite. But beneath the polished exterior, beneath the charm that made him irresistible, lurked a darkness that few could comprehend.
Damian was no ordinary man. His wealth was not built on mere business acumen, nor on the stroke of fortune. He had tapped into something ancient—something forbidden. The rituals were always secret, held in the depths of his sprawling estate, far away from prying eyes. No cameras, no recordings—only whispered incantations, blood oaths, and a price that had to be paid.
The price was innocence.
For every empire that rose in his name, a woman wept. For every dollar he amassed, a child was left fatherless. His practice was simple but devastating: he sought out young, beautiful, fertile women, seduced them, left them with child, and vanished—only to repeat the cycle with another. Every son, every daughter he left behind was a thread in his ever-growing web of power.
THE TRAP
Rachel had heard the stories—every woman in elite circles had. Yet, when Damian Roth took an interest in her, her friends swooned with jealousy.
"He could have anyone, yet he chose you!"
"Maybe you’ll be the one to change him."
The serpent’s lie echoed from Eden: "You shall not surely die." (Genesis 3:4)
She ignored the warnings, convinced she was different. Damian had a way of making a woman feel like she was the center of the universe—until she wasn’t.
Within months, Rachel was pregnant. She imagined a future of happiness, of love, of raising a family with the most powerful man in the world. But Damian's interest in her faded as swiftly as it had ignited. The lavish gifts stopped. The calls went unanswered. By the time she gave birth, he was already seen with another woman, his cycle repeating like a curse.
Rachel was left alone, clutching a baby and the shattered remains of her dignity.
"Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness..." (Isaiah 5:20)
THE CHILDREN OF THE FORSAKEN
One by one, they grew up. Sons who longed for a father, daughters who craved protection. They bore his blood but never knew his touch. The pain hardened them—some sought success to prove they were worthy, others spiraled into darkness, haunted by the absence of a man who never wanted them.
"But if any provide not for his own, and specially for those of his own house, he hath denied the faith, and is worse than an infidel." (1 Timothy 5:8)
Damian’s power grew, but so did the storm forming in the distance.
THE RECKONING
One night, as Damian stood in his penthouse overlooking the city—a kingdom built on broken souls—he felt something shift. A chill ran through the air. The lights flickered. The shadows stretched unnaturally.
And then… a whisper.
"Do you think you will escape judgment?"
The voice was not human. It resonated through his soul, slicing through every illusion he had built. He turned, but there was no one there.
Then, the visions came.
The faces of his children. The women he had abandoned. Their pain twisted into chains around his soul. He saw their tears, heard their cries. The weight of his sins bore down upon him.
"Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap." (Galatians 6:7)
He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. The walls of his empire trembled. The foundations cracked. For the first time in his life, he felt something alien—fear.
THE FALL
News broke the next morning: "Billionaire Damian Roth Found Dead in His Home—Cause Unknown."
Doctors claimed it was a heart attack. But those who had known him—who had seen the glint of darkness in his eyes—whispered otherwise.
His children, now grown, watched from a distance. Some wept. Some felt nothing. Some wondered if they, too, carried the curse of the father who had forsaken them.
And somewhere, unseen by mortal eyes, justice had been served.
"The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God." (Psalm 9:17)
The world moved on. His empire was divided. His name faded into history.
But the lesson remained.
No man can build a throne on broken souls and expect to stand forever.
