The Curse Of The Faithless Billionaire: A Story
The world called him Adrian Cross. The richest man alive. A financial empire unlike any before him. His name commanded respect, his money opened doors, and his power made nations bow. But beneath the polished facade, beneath the tailored suits and billion-dollar deals, lurked a truth darker than any headline could expose.
His wealth was not merely a product of talent or hard work. No, Adrian had touched something ancient—something forbidden. He had whispered secrets into the darkness and received its promises in return.
But there was a price.
And now, that price was coming for him.
THE FIRST WIFE
Long before Adrian Cross became a household name, he was a nobody—a man struggling to make ends meet, armed with nothing but ambition and a woman who believed in him.
Her name was Naomi.
She had been with him when he was broke, pushing him forward, encouraging him, standing beside him as they built an empire together. She worked late nights, sacrificed her dreams, poured her very soul into his vision.
And when the money came—when the billions stacked up and the world bowed before Adrian—he forgot.
No, worse. He betrayed.
"The wife of your youth... she is your companion and the wife of your covenant." (Malachi 2:14)
At first, it was subtle. Late meetings. Business trips that ran longer than they should have. A lingering scent of perfume that wasn’t Naomi’s. Then came the secret dinners, the whispers, the long nights where he didn’t return home.
Naomi saw the signs. Every woman does.
"Can a man take fire in his bosom, and his clothes not be burned?" (Proverbs 6:27)
She confronted him, tears in her eyes.
"Adrian, tell me the truth."
But truth was the first casualty in the war of greed. He denied, deflected, manipulated. And when the evidence became undeniable, when she saw with her own eyes what he had done—he didn’t beg for forgiveness.
He walked away.
"For the lips of a strange woman drop as a honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: But her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword." (Proverbs 5:3-4)
The divorce was a spectacle. The media feasted on the scandal. She left with her dignity, but the world painted her as the bitter ex-wife.
And Adrian?
He moved on—to her.
THE PLASTIC OBSESSION
Her name was Lilith.
A woman with beauty so unnatural, it was almost unsettling. Her body sculpted by surgeons, her face perfected by scalpels. She was everything that money could buy.
And Adrian? He was obsessed.
It started with gifts—diamonds, luxury cars, mansions. But Lilith wanted more.
"I want to be perfect," she whispered, running a manicured nail down his chest. "You have the money, don’t you?"
She wanted bigger lips, a smaller nose, sharper cheekbones. She wanted her waist carved, her skin tightened, her bones reshaped. And Adrian—drunk on lust and blinded by her allure—gave her everything she asked for.
"Neither shall he multiply wives to himself, that his heart turn not away: neither shall he greatly multiply to himself silver and gold." (Deuteronomy 17:17)
Millions poured into surgeries. Each operation more extreme than the last. Doctors warned him. Investors whispered. His own board members grew nervous.
"Sir, your spending is becoming... reckless."
But he silenced them.
The world watched in horror as Lilith transformed. She no longer looked human—her face stretched and pulled into something unnatural, her body molded like a living doll. But it was never enough.
"One more surgery, Adrian. Please. Just one more."
And the money kept flowing.
The empire he built—the billions he had fought for—began to bleed.
THE FALL
Then, the nightmares began.
Adrian saw her in his sleep—Naomi. Not as she was, but as she should have been. The mother of his children, the woman who should have grown old beside him. He saw the love he had thrown away.
He saw something else, too.
A shadow. A presence. The cost of his faithlessness was being collected.
"Because you have done this thing, and have not kept my covenant... therefore, disaster will come upon you suddenly." (1 Kings 11:11)
And then came the call.
His stock had crashed overnight. Investors were pulling out. Lawsuits loomed. The fortune that once seemed untouchable—was gone.
Adrian stood in his empty penthouse, staring at the woman he had thrown it all away for. Lilith, now a grotesque reflection of vanity, barely able to move her face, her lips too swollen to form words, her body a parody of perfection.
She looked at him, her frozen expression blank.
"I need one more surgery, Adrian."
His hands shook. The last of his accounts had been drained. The company—his empire—was lost.
And Naomi? She had moved on. She had found peace, remarried, and built the life she had always deserved.
"But the man who commits adultery has no sense; whoever does so destroys himself." (Proverbs 6:32)
Adrian fell to his knees, his heart pounding, his breath shallow.
He had traded love for lust. Traded faithfulness for foolishness. Traded a wife for a plastic doll.
And now?
He had nothing.
THE WARNING
The world forgot Adrian Cross, just as it had forgotten every man who thought he could outwit the wisdom of God.
And as the dust settled, a truth remained:
Wealth without wisdom is a curse.
Lust without love is destruction.
And the man who betrays his first love will find no peace in the arms of another.
"Let your fountain be blessed, and rejoice with the wife of your youth." (Proverbs 5:18)
