The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 132: Bloodlines and Sacrifice-2

Her voice grew softer, heavy with loss. “Malia promised she would keep in touch, and she did -through milestones, birthdays, your birth, Jaime’s birth… But there were no photographs. And then… it all stopped.”

Tears shimmered in Dahlia’s eyes as her voice cracked. “Seven years ago.”

Maya’s brows furrowed, voice small but urgent. “But… why? Why all the secrecy… all the moving, all the hiding?”

Her eyes searched Dahlia’s face, desperate for answers, for something that could make sense of the mystery surrounding her mother.

Dahlia sighed, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “Your mother… she loved fiercely. But her family… they would never have accepted your father. They would have done everything to tear them apart. She chose to fight for the life she wanted, for the love she believed in. And to protect that… she had to leave everything behind.”

Maya’s lips parted, shock and sorrow mingling on her face. “Even her own family?”

Dahlia nodded slowly, eyes glistening. “Even family, sweetheart… sometimes love demands sacrifices we can’t imagine.”

Maya’s voice trembled, disbelief and desperation lacing each word. “Can’t they fight for it? Without leaving?”

Dahlia’s lips pressed into a thin line, shaking her head. “No… because the only way to tear them apart completely would be to get rid of your father… for good.”

Maya’s eyes widened, shock etched in every line of her face. “What? But… you’re a Moretti, right? And Damien’s dad is a Blackwood. Your families are powerful! They… they wouldn’t dare-”

Dahlia’s expression darkened, shaking her head. “No, sweetheart… that’s where you’re wrong. Your mother’s family… they are very powerful. More powerful than the Morettis or the

Blackwoods… even with the five families combined.”

Maya’s hands gripped the edge of the couch, her body tensing as her eyes went wide. “What?!

Dahlia closed her eyes, tilting her face upward, her lips moving in a soft, almost inaudible whisper-a quiet plea carried on the weight of years. “Please forgive me, Malia… I know this is what you wanted to protect her from. But your daughter… she needs to know.”

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117 Wedding And Sanrifice 2

When she opened her eyes, they were steady, somber, and heavy with truth. She fixed Maya with an intensity that made the room feel smaller, every word pressing against the air. “Your mother… is a Lockwood.”

Maya’s breath caught in her throat. Her hands clenched tightly in her lap, knuckles white, as if gripping something could anchor her in reality.

Damien and Ashcroft froze, their expressions betraying shock. Damien’s jaw tightened, eyes darkening with a mixture of disbelief and barely contained anger.

Maya’s voice trembled, barely above a whisper. “Lockwood?”

“Yes-you, sweetheart.” Dahlia’s voice was gentle, yet carried the weight of certainty. “Even before you were born, your path was already set. It’s how the cycle of the royal families works: the firstborn of one family is traditionally bound to marry the firstborn of the other, to preserve alliances and lineage. Since your mother is an only child, she inherits the crown. And from the moment of her birth, it was expected that she would marry the firstborn of the Hamiltons. That means her firstborn-you-is already tied to this legacy, bound by tradition to continue the union between the two royal lines.”

Maya’s mouth went dry, her hands tightening in her lap as the weight of Dahlia’s words settled over her. Her mind raced, trying to grasp the magnitude of what she’d just heard. She was royalty. Bound by a cycle she had never asked for, a destiny laid out long before she

existed.

Dahlia’s eyes shadowed with warning, her voice barely above a whisper. “If the Lockwoods discover you exist… and that Malia is gone, they will come for you. You are the key that can tip the balance. They will tear everything apart to place a Lockwood back on that throne.”

Damien shot to his feet like a storm breaking free, chest heaving, fists tightening at his sides. His entire body radiated protectiveness, a low, dangerous energy that seemed to fill the room.

“No. I will never allow it!”

Maya froze beside Dahlia, heart hammering in her chest, the crushing weight of her inheritance pressing down like a storm ready to shatter everything.

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