The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 488

Chapter 217: Ruthless Rejection

Ashcroft let out a harsh, mocking laugh that cut through the open air and made her blood run cold.

“Not fair?” Nick echoed, throwing the words back at her like a slap. “What’s not fair is that the moment you saw me, you literally dumped your latest sugar daddy, ruined his life, and destroyed his career in a single afternoon.”

He shoved his hands casually into his pockets and leaned a little forward, his expression twisted into one of absolute disdain.

“And now you’re standing in front of my car, desperate to get my attention?”

Nick took one step, towering over her with eyes full of utter contempt. “What’s your game here? You thought you could just leech off of me next? You thought because you were done with the trash, you could step up to the jackpot? You’re pathetic.”

Every single word felt like a physical blow. The raw insult pierced straight through Brandy’s chest,

shattering whatever pride she had left.

Her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, her fingernails digging so deep into her palms that it bit into her skin. Tears of pure humiliation and rage pooled rapidly in her eyes, blurring her vision as her chest heaved.

“STOP IT!” Brandy screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of the agony.

Ashcroft raised a brow, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. He could see he had hit a nerve-exactly what he wanted. He expected her to finally break down and back off now that her pride was completely shattered.

“That’s way out of line, Mr. Ashcroft!” Brandy choked out, tears finally blurring her vision as her voice trembled with pure indignation.

Nick snorted, a mocking grin cutting across his face as he took in her pathetic state. “Did I hit a nerve, Ms. Martinez? Tell me, what exactly is out of line if everything I said is true? Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

Brandy’s mouth opened, a desperate instinct to fight for her dignity clawing at her throat-but no sound came out. The defense died before it could even form.

Because he was right.

Just an hour ago, she had been entirely prepared to bend over for Bill. She had been ready to let that old man use her body again, just like she had done with so many others.

It was what she did.

There was no tragic backstory to shield her, no starving family or desperate childhood to justify it, her family was a comfortable, typical middle-class household. No one had forced her into this line of work

It was her choice.

Born out of her own greed, her craving for quick money, and her refusal to settle for a mundane life when she could have the luxury that only wealthy men could provide.

She had the face for it, she had the body for it, so she chose to profit from it.

A sharp twist of shame burned in her chest, but it was quickly swallowed by a bitter sense of reality.

Sure, she was often disgusted by the old, ugly clients she had to endure, but she loved their money. And it wasn’t all bad-some nights were actually good.

Especially the night she had spent with Nicholas Ashcroft.

Nick didn’t miss the way her silence stretched.

Her gaze dropped, the weight of the truth pinning her to the spot.

He looked her up and down, a slow, clinical sweep from head to toe, before letting out a sharp, cold smirk.

“Let’s stop playing corporate, Ms. Martinez. Civility obviously didn’t work with you,” he said.

“It was just one of those nights where I needed a quick release,” he breathed into her ear, each word dripping with casual cruelty. “And it just so happened you were there, eagerly willing to provide it.”

He let the horrific realization sink into her mind before delivering the final, devastating blow

“If you honestly thought that one night bought you a future with me… you’re delusional. I don’t even remember that night, your name, your face, your existence… or how it felt inside you.”

He pulled back.

Nick stood at his full height, his dark eyes fixed on Brandy as he watched the remaining color drain completely from her face.

She looked entirely hollowed out, frozen under the weight of the humiliation.

Those words did it. The final thread of her restraint snapped, and the dam broke.

Tears began flowing uncontrollably, hot and fast down her cheeks, no matter how much she tried to stop them. Her chest heaved as she fought for breath, completely exposed under his harsh glare.

It didn’t make sense. She was used to insults. In her line of work, men had called her every degrading name in the book, and she had never given a damn.

She had always just swallowed her pride, pocketed the cash, and moved on to the next client. Words weren’t supposed to pierce her armor.

So why did it hurt so much coming from him?

Why did his disdain feel like a blade twisting directly into her chest?

But Nick didn’t show a single shred of pity. His expression remained a mask of pure, clinical disgust. “Now get lost,” he commanded, his voice returning to a normal, cutting volume for everyone to hear He took a step back toward the open door of his SUV, delivering one final, icy threat over his shoulder “And don’t you dare show your face in front of me again… or else you’ll regret the day you even knew my name.”