The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 204

Chapter 99: The Weight of Knowing-1

The room was heavy with silence, the kind that presses against your chest and makes every breath feel calculated.

Maya sat on the armchair in front of her, fingers trembling slightly, mind racing to reconcile the calm, protective Damien she knew with the ruthless force that had dismantled Beckett.

Damien stayed near the window, back to her, staring out at the horizon. The tension in his shoulders hadn’t eased-if anything, it had coiled tighter, like a spring ready to snap.

“You… you didn’t hesitate,” Maya finally whispered, voice barely audible, a mix of awe and fear. “All of it… the way you…”

She trailed off, unsure how to give voice to the storm of emotions inside her.

Damien’s gaze remained locked on the horizon, jaw tight, eyes flickering with something raw -fear.

Not fear of his enemies… but of losing her.

For one brief, unguarded moment, the man beneath the shadows slipped through-aching, exposed.

“I became who I am because I never let anyone cross my lines,” he said, voice low and razor-sharp.

“The moment I show mercy, my enemies see it as weakness. And weakness doesn’t survive in this world… especially not the one I was born into.”

He exhaled heavily, the sound rough-almost like surrender.

“I did what I had to,” he continued quietly.

“For you… to make sure you were safe. To make sure he could never even think about hurting you again. In that moment, nothing else mattered.”

James cleared his throat, tone measured but firm, and stepped forward, offering the tablet to

Maya.

She hesitated, momentarily afraid it might be another disturbing image-but slowly, she took

This time, the screen showed Beckett’s hospital badge, clean and pristine. Beneath it were lines of text-reports, formal statements, a detailed outline of his misconduct and predatory

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behavior.

James took a steady breath.

“The report was extensive, Ms. Maya. Prescriptions handed out without logging. Private’ consultations’ after hours-sex-for-drugs trades. Family members of terminal patients coerced for faster referrals. Staff bribed with favors. Records falsified or conveniently misplaced.”

His expression hardened.

Clem

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