The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 208

Chapter 101: The Ghosts of Yesterday-1

Clarin

Maya’s breath caught in her throat. The way Damien said it-they are the enemies-wasn’t just

a statement. It was a verdict. A sentence. His voice had been so dark, so absolute, it felt like the temperature in the room dropped with the words.

She swallowed hard, her fingers twisting in her lap. “Enemies…” The word came out almost like a whisper, unsteady. “But why? Why you?”

Damien leaned back in his chair, shoulders rigid, as if the weight of the world pressed against his spine. His eyes locked on her, sharp and unreadable. “Because I carry too much power in my bloodline. The Blackwoods, the Morettis, and with Ashcroft at my side-three families out of five. To them, I am a threat that cannot be ignored.”

Maya’s stomach tightened, fear and disbelief warring inside her. She shook her head slowly, trying to piece it all together. “So… because of who you are, because of what you represent… they would rather destroy you than risk losing their grip?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “They want to control me-and that is impossible.”

Darkness flashed in his eyes, his jaw locking hard. He leaned forward, his voice edged with steel. “They’ve already tried and failed. So now, they don’t just want to destroy me, Maya. They want to shatter everything I hold close-my business, my alliances… my life.”

He paused, gaze searing into hers, dropping lower, rougher. “And now… that includes you.”

Her heart stopped. The words cut deeper than any blade. “Me?”

Damien’s eyes softened for the briefest moment, though his jaw remained hard. “They see you as my weakness. They’ll come for you-because that’s the only way they can hurt me. Which is why I can’t afford cracks in my armor. Not with you. Not with us.” His voice dropped, edged with warning. “And Miller? He was just the beginning. He was sent to… put it simply…. test the waters.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Maya’s chest ached, not from fear, but from the way his words carried both warning and devotion. She wanted to say something, to reassure him, to promise she wasn’t fragile. But the truth was… this world terrified her.

Still, beneath that fear, something else stirred-something fiercer. She looked at him, really looked at him, the darkness carved into his face, the storm behind his eyes. If he was standing against something so ruthless, so dangerous, could she really walk away? Or would she choose to stand at his side, no matter the cost?

Maya felt a fire ignite inside her, burning brighter than fear. It cut her to know they wanted to

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