The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 203

Chapter 98: The Justice He Delivered in My Name-2

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She turned slowly, meeting his eyes. “Do you remember that night,” she began softly, “when I told you I just need you to be honest with me?” She paused, letting the words sink in. “Even if the truth… is ugly.”

Damien’s chest tightened. He swallowed hard, jaw clenching as he tried to steady the storm inside. He stepped closer, the space between them charged with unspoken tension.

“I do,” he said, voice low, deliberate, “and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

His eyes bore into hers, fierce yet vulnerable. “But you need to understand… once I start, there’s no turning back. You’ll see the other side of the world I live in, the choices I’ve made… the darkness I’ve carried. And there’s no undoing it.”

Maya met his gaze steadily. “I’m ready, Damien. I don’t want half-truths. I want all of you-the good, the bad… everything.”

A long pause stretched between them. Damien’s shoulders tensed, then slowly relaxed, the weight of his secret pressing heavily. Yet, for the first time, he felt the fragile hope of trust bridging the gap between them.

He nodded slowly. “Okay… what do you want to know?”

Maya’s voice was calm but firm. “What really happened to Dr. Beckett? Is he… dead?”

Damien’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening as the memory resurfaced. “No… he’s not dead. But he’s worse than dead.”

Maya’s breath caught, a shiver running down her spine. Her hands gripped the backrest of the armchair as she struggled to process his words. “Worse than… dead?” she whispered. “How… how is that even possible?”

Her eyes locked on his, searching for answers, needing him to bridge the gap between fear and understanding.

Damien inhaled sharply, eyes dark and unflinching. “He took you, scared you, hurt you… held you captive for twelve hours. So I did the same-but for every hour he made you suffer, it became days for him. Twelve days of torture, each one worse than the last. I also told James to send men to his home-to burn it. I wanted everything he had gone. Nothing left to return to. On the twelfth day… we released him. Sent him to the place he should have gone in the first place… before his ego swallowed his brain and he did what he did.”

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Maya’s brow furrowed as she pieced it together. “I… I remember him saying something about

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being reassigned to a humanitarian mission. The hospital director told him he’d offended someone, and ‘they’ wanted him gone before sunrise. He even claimed he paid someone to take his flight using his identity… and he insisted that ‘they’ meant you.”

Damien’s jaw tightened. He spoke slowly, deliberate, edged with quiet fury. “He wasn’t wrong. I was the one behind the ‘transfer.”

Maya’s eyes widened. “Why?”

His gaze snapped to hers. “Because he was a threat to you. After I dropped you off at the hospital… after what Jaime said that day, I had James check on him. He’s not a good man. Manipulative. Dangerous. He’s done terrible things-to women, nurses, patients, even their families. I couldn’t risk him being near you.”

Maya exhaled, a mixture of relief and lingering tension washing over her. She nodded slowly, the knowledge that he’d acted to protect her settling in her chest. “I… I get it. You did what you did to protect me.” Her gaze sharpened slightly. “Where is he now?”

Damien’s gaze flicked to James, who gave a subtle nod of understanding. He retrieved his tablet, unlocking it with a few swift motions before handing it to Maya.

Maya’s fingers trembled slightly as she took it. The screen illuminated a single image.

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