All Chapters of The Billionaires Pawn : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lexi’s POVThe house was silent, save for the steady ticking of the antique grandfather clock in the hallway. Every shadow felt like a pair of watching eyes, and every breath I took felt stolen.Julian was asleep. His arm had been wrapped around my waist when I slipped out of bed, but I had spent years learning how to move without waking anyone. A survival skill. One I never thought I’d need with the man I once believed would protect me.But Julian was not my savior. He was my cage.And tonight, I was walking straight into the lion’s den.The guards outside his study barely glanced at me when I stepped into the hall, my silk robe draped loosely over the dress I had hurriedly slipped on. They had been trained well—never question Julian’s fiancée. Never interfere.But I wasn’t going to Julian.I made my way down the back staircase, each step measured and silent. The basement was cold, a sharp contrast to the rest of the house. I knew where he was keeping Liam. Julian always kept his ene

Lexi’s POVThe jet finally touched down on the barren tarmac of a remote airstrip, its engines winding down, leaving behind only the silence of a country too far removed from everything I knew. I stared out the small window as the landscape stretched endlessly, nothing but mountains and vast stretches of open land. It wasn’t the escape I had imagined. It wasn’t even close.As we taxied toward a dilapidated building in the distance, my heart sank. The place was surrounded by overgrown weeds and looked as though it had been abandoned for years. The walls were cracked and weathered, windows shattered, and rust clung to every corner. It wasn’t the life I had dreamed of with Liam. It wasn’t the freedom I had hoped for.Liam, however, didn’t seem phased by the decrepitude of the place. He had been eerily silent for the last few hours, his gaze locked onto the horizon. He looked almost… satisfied. The moment the jet came to a complete stop, he was out of his seat, unbuckling his seatbelt and

Kayla’s POV Kayla’s eyes flashed with something bitter, something raw that Lexi hadn’t seen before. It was the look of someone who had broken, someone who had crossed a line from which they couldn’t return. “Do you get it now, Lexi?” Kayla’s voice broke the silence, sharp and venomous. “Do you understand why I’m doing this?” She stepped forward, her words pouring out like a dam that had finally given way. “Everything always worked out for you. You always had what I wanted. You got the love, the protection, the damn freedom. While I was stuck in your shadow, barely able to breathe.” Lexi’s chest tightened as Kayla’s words cut through her, deeper than any physical pain. She couldn’t understand how this had happened, how the girl she had raised, loved, and protected had turned into this. But there it was, raw and unfiltered in Kayla’s voice. “You never had to fight for anything,” Kayla continued, her face twisted in disgust. “Everything was handed to you on a silver platter. And I’m

Kayla’s POVKayla’s heart raced as she stood in front of Liam, her mind spinning with the realization that Julian was getting too close. The search was escalating, the clues, the whispers, everything was falling into place. Julian was relentless, and it was only a matter of time before he uncovered the truth.“I told you we didn’t have much time,” she hissed, her voice cold, low with urgency. She couldn’t afford to waste another minute. Lexi, her prized possession, was slipping through her fingers, and Julian’s search was becoming a real threat. She needed to act fast—before Julian found them, before Lexi had a chance to slip away.Liam didn’t flinch, his eyes calculating as ever. “You’re panicking,” he muttered, turning back to the window as he studied the moonlight.“You don’t get it, Liam,” Kayla snapped, stepping closer to him. “He’s closer than you think. If we wait too long, we lose everything. All of this, everything we’ve worked for, it will fall apart.”Liam exhaled a long, c

Julian’s POV The sterile, cold lights of the operating room suddenly became the backdrop to a chaos that no one had expected. The surgeon, poised and prepared to carry out the horrific task, looked up in alarm as the door crashed open with a deafening sound. Before the man could react, Julian’s men flooded the room, their guns raised, and the situation erupted in a blur of movement. The quiet of the room was shattered by the sound of a gunshot. It was sharp and immediate, causing the surgeon to freeze in his tracks. But that was just the beginning. The next round of gunfire cut through the tension like a knife. In an instant, Julian knew this was no longer just about Lexi. This was war. His gaze never wavered from Lexi as his men stormed the room, each one firing, taking down the hired guns. A shot echoed off the walls, the sound so crisp it made Julian flinch. But his eyes were fixed on the pale figure of Lexi, her body motionless, unconscious on the operating table. Her breathi