The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 491

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Chapter 220: Calculated Madness

Brandy’s shoulders trembled violently as another broken laugh escaped her throat. The sound was ragg hollow, and painfully self-deprecating, carrying the bitterness of someone watching the final scraps of their dignity crumble away in real time.

“Of course it was just a transaction,” she choked out, nodding weakly to herself as if finally forcing herse to swallow the truth.

“Of course someone like me is just a pastime to men! A tool!”

Another laugh burst out of her, sharper this time, teetering dangerously close to hysteria.

She pressed a trembling, dirt-stained hand to her face, a hysterical sob ripping through her chest.

“Of course! Ha… haha… of course! What the hell was I even thinking? Someone like you would never spare someone like me a second glance!”

Her voice cracked violently as tears streamed unchecked down her face.

“If I were a man, I probably wouldn’t even look at me either,” she whispered bitterly.

“Because that’s all I am, right? Just used goods. Someone men throw money at to satisfy their fantasies

or to just scratch an itch.”

She choked on a sob, her eyes vacant.

“A piece of flesh for a few hours of fucking pleasure while I smile and take it to feed my own selfish greed because I wanted the luxury that came with it.”

She clawed weakly at her clothes, her fingers catching on the expensive fabric.

“But no matter how expensive the clothes I wear, or the purses I buy, or the shoes I walk in-none of it changes the fact that I am just…”

She let out another hollow laugh, shaking her head slowly.

“…in your words, a high-priced escort.”

The words sounded like poison on her tongue..

“How could someone like me ever compare to the pristine, well-educated women in your world?” she asked, her voice dropping into a fragile, shattered whisper.

“Women with status.”

“Women with dignity.”

“Women you could actually stand beside without feeling ashamed.”

Ashcroft didn’t flinch. A heavy stillness settled over him, his features hardening as he let her words hang between them.

It

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“The decisions we make in life are our own, Ms. Martinez,” he said, his voice terrifyingly calm, cutti through her hysteria like ice.

“What you chose to do for work, why you chose it, and how you live your life is none of my business never judged your past, nor do I care to.”

He took a slow step closer, the sheer authority rolling off him forcing the gathering onlookers to look away.

“But you have been crossing lines since the moment you saw me today.”

His gaze narrowed.

“My time is exceptionally valuable, and you have already wasted far too much of it on a public spectac In this world, we survive by knowing our boundaries. You do not cross boundaries you were never mea to cross.”

His expression remained completely blank, offering her no warmth and no anger-just absolute finality.

“You are right. You cannot compare,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Because they understand the ru of engagement. And it is about time you finally understand yours.”

The boundary was drawn, clear and uncrossable, and something inside Brandy completely shattered.

The crushing weight of his rejection didn’t keep her pinned to the concrete this time. Instead, a spark of

pure defiance flared through the frigid ache in her chest.

Brandy forced herself up, brushing the tears from her face as she stood.

She squared her shoulders and looked Nicholas dead in the eye.

“Yes! I am delusional!”

Her voice cracked violently, fracturing under the sheer weight of her obsession.

“For two years, you were the only man I could think of! I lived under the beautiful illusion that there was something special between us. Every single day, I hoped we’d see each other again. Hoping you’d come back. Hoping our paths would cross.”

She let out a harsh, self-deprecating gasp, gesturing wildly toward the towering corporate skyscraper

behind him.

“I even went the extra mile to walk around here all day, pacing through this corporate area for hours like a lunatic, just hoping I might bump into you!”

She took a ragged step forward, her eyes wide, entirely unhinged.

“Do you want to know the truth about Bill Franklin?”

She stopped, her head tilting slightly as a low, mocking chuckle bubbled up from her throat.

“When I found out that old geezer was an executive here, I seized the opportunity. I swapped shifts with

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the other girls at the club just to get close to him. And it didn’t take long.”

A look of profound disgust crossed her face, swallowed quickly by a bitter, triumphant sneer.

“That lecherous old man was so easily played. It only took a few touches, some empty flirting, and a bit of

sweet bullshit to have him wrapped around my finger. It started with a hefty tip, which turned into a generous weekly allowance.”

She pointed a trembling finger at the building.

“And eventually, he offered me a job inside Blackwood Enterprises. I accepted it without a single second

of hesitation.”

She choked back a sob, staring dead into Nicholas’s icy eyes.

“Because I knew… I knew the chances of me seeing you again would be higher if I was inside.”

Nick stared at her, his disgust completely shifting into genuine alarm.

“You need help,” he said, taking a step back as if looking at a monster. “You’re fucking crazy.”

He turned on his heel, about to walk away, but Brandy lost all control.

She lunged forward, throwing herself onto the pavement and sliding to her knees.

She wrapped both arms tightly around one of his legs, clinging to him with a death grip and pinning him to

the spot.

“Please, Mr. Ashcroft…” she sobbed into his expensive trousers, completely shameless.

“I don’t care if you’re in love with someone else! I don’t care if you want to mess around with a hundred other women-as long as I’m one of them, I don’t care at all!”

She tightened her hold, her tears soaking through the pristine fabric of his suit.

“Please… you don’t have to love me. Just don’t ignore me completely.”

She choked on a sob, her voice fracturing as she threw her last shred of dignity at his feet.

“I’m begging you… please, just give me the scraps! Just a fraction of your attention-anything!”

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