The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 489

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Chapter 218: A Pathetic Spectacle

Ashcroft had just reached the open door of his SUV.

Before he could take that final step inside, something snapped within Brandy.

The suffocating weight of the humiliation suddenly gave way to a desperate, burning spark of raw courage.

She swallowed the copper taste of her own panic, forcing her trembling lips to move.

For two years-two agonizing, endless years since the night he became her client-Nicholas Ashcroft had been her entire world, her quiet obsession.

No other client mattered. No amount of money could replace the high of him.

She hadn’t spent a single second without his ghost occupying her mind, twisting her reality until she

couldn’t even breathe without thinking of him.

She had spent two years hoping, praying, and dreaming for this exact opportunity to arrive.

She couldn’t let it end like this. Not in the dirt. Not like a piece of discarded trash.

Brandy threw her head back, tearing the air from her lungs.

“I LOVE YOU!”

The scream tore from her throat with all her might, a raw, jagged sound that shattered the freezing air

around them.

It was the sound of a woman completely unraveling, pouring two years of suffocating secrecy and manic desperation into a single, breathless declaration.

Nick stopped dead in his tracks.

His entire body went completely rigid, the words pinning him to the spot, his fingers wrapped around the edge of the heavy SUV door, gripping the cold metal so violently that his knuckles turned stark white.

The air in the driveway instantly turned to ice.

He didn’t answer right away. He just stood there, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire ready to snap.

A dangerous, lethal darkness flashed in his eyes as he stared straight ahead, a muscle in his jaw twitching violently with pure, unadulterated rage.

Brandy aggressively wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, forcing her chin up. She took a deep breath, throwing every ounce of her remaining pride to the wind, her voice echoing louder, vibrating with a manic sort of conviction.

“There! I said it!” she cried, taking a frantic step forward. “I LOVE YOU! I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU! Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about

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Chapter 218 A Pathetic Spectacle

Before the sentence could even leave her throat, her eyes widened in sudden, stark terror.

Nick moved like lightning. In a fraction of a second, he crossed the distance between them, his tower frame completely blocking out the light.

Before she could even gasp, a heavy, vice-like hand wrapped violently around her throat, cutting off he words in an instant.

“Shut the fuck up!” Nick roared, his face twisted into a mask of unbridled fury. His eyes were practically murderous, burning right into her soul.

Brandy choked, her hands instantly flying to his wrist, but his grip was a steel trap.

“Boss!” Max yelled, his door flying open as he bolted out of the driver’s seat.

Monroe was already moving, rushing forward to grab Nick’s arm, trying to pull him back before he did

something irreversible. “Mr. Ashcroft… that’s enough. Please, let go.”

But Nick was completely blind with rage, his grip tightening as he stared down at the woman daring to

utter those words to him.

He didn’t hear a thing.

Monroe leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a sharp, urgent whisper. “Not here. There are too many

eyes.”

Monroe’s words seemed to pierce through Nick’s blind fury. He suddenly snapped back to reality, with a look of absolute revulsion, he released his hand and harshly shoved her backward.

Brandy hit the pavement hard, tumbling to the ground.

She collapsed into a heap, clutching her throat as she coughed violently, her chest heaving as she desperately sucked the cold air back into her burning lungs.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked up from the ground, staring at the man standing over her like a merciless god.

She was completely exposed. Broken. Humiliated.

Yet, as she looked at his cold, beautiful face, a ragged, hollow laugh escaped her trembling lips. It was a bitter, hollow sound that bordered on insane.

“Why is it a crime to love you?!” she choked out, her voice cracking as she pleaded with her eyes.

“I would let you break me into a thousand pieces if it meant you would actually look at me! Why cant love you? Why am I not allowed to want you?!”

She didn’t care how pathetic she looked.

She didn’t care that she was groveling in the dirt.

She just needed him to look at her-really look at her-even if it was with hatred