Chapter 9

“Babies, Mommy’s here with you now. Don’t be scared. Mommy will love you better than she ever could.”

I crept up silently while she wasn’t looking and pressed the sharp letter opener firmly to her throat, full of cold killing intent.

“Isabella, give back my babies right now.”

But when I looked into the basket it was empty. No sign of my three infants.

Were they already dead? Or had they somehow been moved?

While I was stunned, Isabella shoved me away with surprising strength and laughed like a complete lunatic, eyes wild.

“The babies are dead! My child died because of you, and yours died too. Perfect, so perfect! Now we’re even!”

My eyes burned red with fury. I lunged at her with the opener, ready to end her for trying to take my children again.

Suddenly Damien burst through the door like a storm, his face a mask of pure protective rage. In one swift, controlled move he subdued her completely. Isabella spat blood, collapsed to the floor, and her eyes went wide with final shock and regret as life left her.

Damien pulled me into his arms instantly, voice low and dangerous. “It’s over. She will never hurt you or our children again. I made sure of it.”

In that moment I felt a strange, familiar warmth against my chest. It was as if Liam’s spirit—my son from the past life—had been reborn as one of the triplets and was now safe. Isabella’s death didn’t cause even a ripple in society.

Father had disowned her long ago for shaming the family name. Alex was visibly relieved the constant embarrassment was finally gone. The board quietly removed any remaining Blackwood influence.

Damien and I lived happily together after that.

Ten years flew by in a blur of love, power, and quiet victories. Damien was still exactly the same with me—dominant yet endlessly gentle, never letting anyone bully me or even look at me the wrong way. He would growl low in his throat at any man who glanced at me too long in board meetings, then pull me close with those strong, possessive arms the moment we were alone, whispering hotly against my ear, “You’re mine alone, Sophia. Always have been. Always will be.”

Our nights were still filled with burning, insatiable passion.

One evening, after the children were asleep, Damien pinned me against the floor-to-ceiling windows of our penthouse, the entire Manhattan skyline glittering like jewels below us. His massive, throbbing cock—over ten inches long, thickly veined and hard as steel—was already leaking precum as he ripped off my silk robe with one impatient tug.

“Little wife, spread those legs for me right now,” he commanded, voice rough and hungry.

He slammed into my dripping wet pussy without warning, stretching me wide with brutal, deep thrusts, his balls slapping loudly against my ass as he fucked me hard and fast against the cool glass.

I moaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh god, Damien, your cock is so big—it’s hitting so deep inside me!”

He flipped me around, grabbing my hips and pounding into me from behind, one hand reaching around to rub my swollen clit roughly while the other pinched and tugged my nipples. His stamina was still insane; he kept going for hours, making me orgasm over and over—first standing against the window, then carrying me to the bed where I rode him hard, bouncing on his rigid pole, my juices soaking his thighs and abs.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, so tight and wet and perfect for me even after all these years,” he growled, switching to missionary. His muscular body pressed down on mine, lips sucking my hard nipples until I screamed through another climax.

He was gentle in the quiet moments, kissing my neck and whispering “I love you” tenderly between the rough slams, but dominant as hell, refusing to stop even when I begged breathlessly, “Damien, I can’t—your endless fucking is too much! I’m going to pass out from pleasure!”

He came hard inside me three times that night, flooding my womb with hot, thick cum, before pulling out and guiding my mouth to his still-hard cock.

“Lick it all up, my love. Taste how completely I own you—body, heart, and soul.”

Exhausted and blissfully satisfied, I collapsed in his arms, my body still trembling. He held me close, stroking my hair, pressing soft kisses to my forehead and whispering, “You’re my everything, Sophia. Every single day I thank whatever fate brought us together. I would burn down every rival company, every boardroom, just to keep you safe and happy.”

Fifteen years later our life had only grown sweeter and more luxurious. Damien still woke me every morning with slow, lazy kisses that quickly turned into passionate, deep sex. He would slide into me gently at first, then fuck me thoroughly until I was moaning his name and cumming hard around him before we even got out of bed for breakfast.

He never stopped spoiling me. Private jets to Paris for spontaneous weekend dinners, surprise shopping trips where he cleared entire floors of Fifth Avenue and Rodeo Drive just so I could browse in peace, and quiet evenings where he massaged my feet after long days while telling me I was still the most beautiful, desirable woman in the world to him.

Our three children—Liam and the twins—grew up surrounded by love and privilege. Liam, now a sharp, confident young man already interning at Voss headquarters, often rolled his eyes in fond exasperation at how clingy his father still was.

“Dad, can you please stop kissing Mom in front of us all the time? It’s been eighteen years and you’re still acting like you just got married yesterday.”

Damien would just laugh warmly, ruffling Liam’s hair while keeping one strong arm possessively wrapped around my waist. “Don’t be jealous, son. One day you’ll find a woman who drives you as crazy as your mother drives me. Until then, she’s all mine and I’m never letting her go.”

At night, after the children were asleep, Damien would carry me to our bedroom like I weighed nothing. He would lay me down gently on the silk sheets, then worship every inch of my body with his mouth, hands, and tongue before sliding his thick cock back inside me.

“Still so tight and perfect for me, my love,” he would groan as he thrust deep and slow, eyes locked on mine with raw devotion. “Even after three children and eighteen years, your pussy is the only place I ever want to be.”

I would wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper, moaning as he hit that perfect spot again and again. He would make me cum multiple times—sometimes slow and sensual, sometimes hard and possessive—until we were both shaking and breathless with pleasure.

Afterward he would pull me into his chest, his strong arms cocooning me completely, safe and warm.

“I never believed in second chances until you chose me, Sophia. You saw through the ‘declining’ label everyone else believed. You saved me from being the cold, sidelined man the world thought I was. Now I get to spend every single day showing you how much I love you. You and our children are my whole world—my only world.”

I would smile against his skin, tracing the lines of his chest with my fingers. “And you turned my revenge into the sweetest, most luxurious happily-ever-after I could ever imagine. My hidden tycoon. My fierce protector. My forever.”

Damien’s eyes would darken with fresh hunger and deep love. He would kiss me slowly, his hand sliding down to cup my ass possessively. “Damn right. And I’m never letting you go. Not in this life, not in any life after this.”

Eighteen years later, Liam had grown into a capable, powerful heir who was already taking over major divisions of the Voss empire. He still complained—half-jokingly—about how Dad couldn’t keep his hands off Mom, but we all knew he was secretly proud of the love and stability his parents shared.

As for Damien and me, the fire between us had never dimmed even a little. Every night he still claimed me with the same hungry, passionate dominance—sometimes slow and tender, sometimes rough and wild—always making sure I fell asleep thoroughly loved, completely satisfied, and safely wrapped in his arms.

My hidden tycoon. My fierce protector. My devoted husband.

I had taken my revenge.

I had watched my enemy burn in the flames of her own greed and ambition.

And in doing so, I had won the greatest prize of all—him, our children, and a life richer and sweeter than anything I could have dreamed in either lifetime.

I was Sophia Voss now.

And I was finally, completely, happily home.