The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 47 A Future to Claim-2

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Chapter 47: A Future to Claim-2

Not them.

He wanted to be the reason she felt safe enough to laugh again.

But safety had a price. And right now, he could only afford to watch.

Not when she stepped into the SUV.

Not when the door clicked shut.

Not when the car began to pull away.

His hands stayed clasped in his lap, but tension twisted through his muscles-held at bay only by sheer will.

Every nerve screamed to move.

To cross the street.

To tear down every barrier between them.

To claim what was his.

But he didn’t.

He stayed rooted-silent, unseen-because now wasn’t the time.

Because wanting her and protecting her weren’t always the same.

She was safe.

And for now, that had to be enough.

But as the SUV disappeared into the flow of traffic, something in him tightened.

His gaze never left the place where she’d stood.

Not from her.

Never from her.

In the silence that followed, Finn remained still, watching.

He’d known Damien since he was a boy-watched him grow, harden, build his empire brick by bloodstained brick. But beneath the power, beneath the cold precision… he still saw the boy

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Chapter 47 A Future to Claim 2

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who once laughed freely. The boy who used to believe in something more.

And right now, that boy looked like he was fighting a war with himself.

Finn cleared his throat, his voice low, gruff with something more than age.

“I’ve known you a long time, son. Long enough to see when you’re hurting, even if you won’t say it.”

Finn looked ahead, eyes soft but steady.

“I don’t know what’s holding you back… but whatever it is, I hope you figure it out soon. Before it’s too late.”

A pause, heavy with quiet truth.

“So you can finally be happy.”

Damien didn’t answer right away.

His eyes remained fixed on the empty street, haunted by the ghost of the SUV that had just carried her away. His jaw tightened. His hands clenched once, then loosened slowly-like a man forcing the storm inside him to stay chained.

A breath. A decision.

Something dangerously close to longing.

“There’s unfinished business I need to take care of first,” he said, voice low.

Finn nodded slowly, eyes softening. Clearing his throat with a low rumble, he offered a rare half-smile.

“I know you will… and you’ll handle it, like you always do.”

He held Damien’s gaze, his voice steady but tender.

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