Home / Romance / How To Wreck An Empire / Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

All Chapters of How To Wreck An Empire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

13 Chapters

The House That Let Me In

**Rhea** “O my god! Yes.” The words came out low and shaky. His tongue was already inside me. Slow. Filthy. Relentless. The kind of wet, deliberate movement that made my thighs shake, my toes curled and my fingers twist in his hair, pulling him closer, while I tried not to make a sound. He held my hips down like he owned the right to keep me open, and every time I tried to close my legs he forced them wider with his head and groaned against my cunt like he was starving. My god. Those eyes. The intensity of his stare. I couldn’t look away, even when every instinct told me I should. I came with my hand over my mouth and his name trapped behind my teeth. ____________________ THREE MONTHS EARLIER… Rain ran cold down the inside of my dress and I still didn’t move. My phone was pressed to my ear. Jakob’s voice came through low and controlled, the way it always did, like the decision had already been made and I was only catching up. “You have nowhere else to go, Rhea.” I stared at

Last Updated : 2026-09-13

Not That Girl

I woke up already listening for footsteps.The bed was too soft. The sheets were too clean. The silence was the kind that existed in houses where no one worried about being heard. For a few seconds I laid still, waiting to see if it would feel like safety.It didn’t. It felt like a countdown. I sat up. The short black slip I’d slept in had ridden high on my thighs. I didn’t pull it down. In the mirror across the room I looked exactly like what I needed them to see for a little while longer—soft, slightly lost—except my eyes were already clear.Calculation had settled in before the sleep even left my body. I was inside the house. That was the only fact that mattered.I showered in the marble-tiled bathroom, used products that looked like they cost more than my weekly grocery budget, and chose my clothes with deliberate care. Another short dress—burgundy. Thin straps. No bra. A hem high enough to make a point without trying too hard.I left my hair down and kept my expression soft. Not

Last Updated : 2026-09-13

One Step Deeper

I spent the next hour turning Jakob’s words over in my mind.You’re not as fragile as you’re pretending.He had said it like a warning and a challenge at the same time. Something sharp settled low in my stomach. He was already looking closer than I wanted him to. That meant I needed to move carefully—and faster.I waited until the house settled into its afternoon quiet, then walked to his study and knocked once.“Come in.”Jakob sat behind a wide dark desk, sleeves still rolled, his green eyes lifting the moment I stepped inside. The room smelled like him—clean and expensive. Papers were stacked with military precision, and a single glass of water sat untouched near his right hand. Everything about the room said control.I closed the door behind me and kept my expression soft. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”“You’re not.” He leaned back slightly. “What do you need?”I stayed near the door for a moment before walking toward his desk.“I don’t want to owe you anything,” I said. “You’ve al

Last Updated : 2026-09-13

Inside The Machine

I was awake before the rest of the house, staring at the ceiling.For a few minutes I wondered if anyone had heard me last night.The thought kept me still longer than I wanted to admit.After Owen kissed me I had gone back to my room determined to shut the whole thing down. Instead I had spent hours replaying it—the heat of his hand at my waist, the way his lips had moved against mine, the soft, broken sound he made when I kissed him back. My body had remembered him too easily. It wanted more.I hated that.I had tried to ignore it at first. Then I gave up and reached for the small rose toy I kept in the bottom of my bag. The first orgasm had been quick and angry, hips lifting off the mattress while I bit the inside of my cheek to stay quiet. The second had been slower, meaner; I held the toy harder against my clit and let the images come—Owen’s mouth, the lust in his eyes, the weight of him, the way he had looked at me like he still thought he could have me. By the third time I was

Last Updated : 2026-09-13

The Apprentice

Friday morning I walked into Jakob’s office with the acquisition file under my arm and the week’s work already arranged in my head.He was on a call when I entered. He glanced up, ended it with two short words, and nodded at the chair across from his desk.“Impressions.”I sat, opened the folder, and gave them to him without polish. The second proposal was the weakest—over-reliant on a single market, debt structure that shifted risk onto the buyer, growth numbers that only worked if everything went perfectly. The third had cleaner bones but a leadership team that had already failed once in a similar space. I told him which one I would kill, which one I would watch, and which numbers I didn’t trust.Jakob listened in silence. When I finished he leaned back, fingers steepled, and studied me for a long moment.“You’ve been here five days.”“Yes.”“Most people take a month to see half of that.”I didn’t answer. He didn’t seem to need one. He closed the folder, set it aside, and pulled ano

Last Updated : 2026-09-13

The Cost Of It

The car was quiet.I sat in the back seat with my bag on my lap and my hands folded over it, staring at the dark road without really seeing it. The driver didn’t speak. Neither did I. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional soft click of the indicator.My body still felt him.Not in a romantic way. Not in a soft, lingering way. It was physical and crude—the exact pressure of Owen’s cock against my palm, the way it had jumped when I stroked him, the rough sound he made when I told him we should take it slow. My fingers still remembered the thickness of him. My wrist still remembered the heat.I shifted in the seat.A part of my brain registered the slickness between my thighs, but I refused to look at it directly. I told myself it was nothing. A physical reaction. A leftover. Something that would fade by the time I reached the estate.It didn’t.By the time the car pulled through the gates and stopped in front of the house, the awareness had sharpened into somet

Last Updated : 2026-09-16

First Move

Sunday morning arrived with a low, stubborn ache between my legs.I had slept badly. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the phantom pressure of Owen’s cock against my palm again—the heat of him, the way he had jerked under my hand, the rough sound he made when I stepped back and left him hard. My body had not finished with the memory. It kept returning it to me in flashes while I tried to work.I sat at the desk in my suite with Jakob’s acquisition files open and forced myself to focus. He wanted notes by evening. I gave him more than notes. I marked the soft assumptions, the numbers that leaned too hard on hope, the places where pressure could be applied later. When I finished, the summary was clean and sharp. I sent it.Then I opened the private window.The account sat behind enough distance that it would take time and intention to connect it to me. I moved a small amount—nothing that would draw attention—into a quiet position tied to one of the lesser-known subsidiaries under Presc

Last Updated : 2026-09-16

Edges

By Wednesday the office had settled into a new rhythm around me.Jakob no longer treated me like someone temporary. He didn’t announce the change. He simply began including me in shorter, sharper conversations that used to happen without me in the room. A question about a timeline. A quiet request for my read on a junior analyst’s proposal. A folder left on my desk with no instruction beyond the expectation that I would already understand what he wanted from it.I did the work cleanly. I kept my answers short. I did not reach for more than he offered.After the minor inconsistency he had noticed on Monday, I moved with greater care. No more adjustments inside the system for now. The first friction had been enough to draw his eye which meant that the system was not as blind as I needed it to be. Anything louder would be stupid. Instead I returned to the slower work—small, spaced purchases through the hidden account, each one modest enough to disappear into ordinary market movement. Ano

Last Updated : 2026-09-16

Pressure

I spent the rest of the night thinking about the way he had stood that close.Not the warning. The distance. Or the lack of it. Jakob’s attention had changed shape. It no longer arrived only in the form of work. I had noticed the change during the week. It showed up in the way he paused when I entered a room, in the way his eyes tracked me during meetings, in the brief silences that stretched longer than they needed to. Nothing overt. Nothing I could name without sounding uncertain. But it was there, steady and deliberate.I told myself it was useful.I almost believed it._____Saturday morning the house felt too still.I came downstairs late on purpose. The kitchen smelled faintly of coffee and toast. Jakob was already gone. A single empty cup sat near the sink. Owen was at the island, scrolling through his phone. He looked up the moment he heard me.“You disappeared again yesterday,” he said.“Good morning to you too. I had work.”“You always have work.” He set the phone down and t

Last Updated : 2026-09-16

Seven Days

**Owen**I knew something was wrong the second I opened the study door and saw Rhea moving slightly away from my father.My father was standing too close to her. Not the kind of close that happened by accident. The kind that looked intentional. Rhea had a folder in her hands and her chin was tilted up toward him. The space between them looked deliberate. Private.Then Rhea shifted back half a step again.The air in the room felt thick. My stomach dropped, then twisted into something hotter and uglier. I had spent weeks telling myself I was imagining the shift between them. The extra time. The way he watched her. The way she had started answering him like the rest of us weren’t in the room.I wasn’t imagining it.“Am I interrupting something?” I asked.My father’s expression didn’t change.“No. We were just rounding up,” he said. “What do you need?”I looked at Rhea. She wouldn’t fully meet my eyes. That told me enough.I left before I said something I couldn’t take back. I made it as

Last Updated : 2026-09-17

1 2

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP