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?”

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