The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 210

Chapter 102: When the Past Bleeds-1

The silence linerged in the room, heavy and suffocating, as Damien let his words settle. Maya’s chest ached, the weight of his confession pressing on her heart, each revelation a cut she couldn’t ignore.

Damien continued, his voice low, tinged with both sorrow and restraint. “Eventually, her father left, taking her back to Russia, hoping that distance would give her a chance to heal. For a while… it seemed to work. Life grew quiet, almost peaceful. We even heard she had recovered, that she was doing better. Until… seven years ago.”

He stopped, exhaling sharply, letting the weight of the next words settle in the room. Every eye followed him, the tension thick, the silence almost painful.

“She came back,” he continued, voice low, almost grim. “Worse than before.”

He paused, a flicker of memory darkening his eyes, the weight of that night pressing down on

him.

“One night, she was so drunk… she kept calling and texting, demanding I come get her.” Damien’s voice tightened, jaw clenched, as though reliving it. “I was in the middle of a critical meeting. I didn’t respond. I told James to call her father, to have someone go get her.”

Maya’s fingers clenched in her lap. She swallowed, unable to tear her eyes away from him, sensing the weight of his words.

He paused, eyes darkening, fists tightening against the armrest of his chair. “A few hours later, I received a call from Viktor-Cassandra’s father. He told me she’d had an accident… ended up in the hospital. Apparently, when she saw the man he sent to get her, she flew into a rage. She got into her car and drove off.”

Maya’s breath hitched. She instinctively leaned forward, as if moving closer could somehow change what he was saying.

Damien’s gaze dropped to the floor, voice quieter now. “They tried to chase her, but that only made it worse. Her body… overloaded with alcohol and drugs. She was completely wasted. And the adrenaline from being pursued-it pushed her over the edge.”

A shiver ran down Maya’s spine. Her hands gripped her knees, nails digging into her palms.

He drew in a sharp breath, as if forcing himself to keep going. “That night…. she crossed into the wrong lane and collided head-on with another vehicle. The couple inside… they didn’t.

survive.”

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