All Chapters of The Billionaires Pawn : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lexi’s POVThe soft hum of the waiting room was almost too quiet. The walls were painted a calming shade of blue, and the faint scent of lavender drifted through the air, but none of it did anything to settle the unease twisting inside Lexi.She glanced over at Kayla, who sat beside her, shoulders stiff, hands gripping the edge of her chair like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.Kayla had barely spoken since the fire. Since she’d admitted that she had been sent there to kill her.Lexi had spent nights replaying that conversation, trying to understand how they had gotten here. How Kayla had let herself fall so deep into Alexa’s web.And yet, despite everything, despite the anger and betrayal, she couldn’t abandon her sister.So here they were.The therapist’s office was warm and inviting, a bookshelf lined with self-help books and small, delicate plants in every corner. The door opened, and a middle-aged woman with kind eyes stepped in.“Kayla?” Her voice was gentle. “I’m Dr.

Lexi’s POVLexi sat in the plush leather chair of Dr. Carter’s office, her heart pounding in her chest. The room smelled faintly of lavender, a weak attempt at making the space feel comforting, but nothing about this situation felt comfortable.Kayla was beside her, arms folded, her knee bouncing slightly. Lexi had seen that look before—defensive, guarded, as if she were preparing for a battle.Dr. Warren Carter, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and an air of calm authority, sat across from them, his hands folded over a thick stack of notes. He had spent the last several days evaluating Kayla, and now, it was time for the truth.“Kayla,” he began, his voice neutral, yet firm. “I appreciate you going through the full evaluation process. I know it wasn’t easy.”Kayla scoffed. “That’s an understatement.”Dr. Carter gave her a small, knowing smile before turning serious. “After reviewing everything—your history, symptoms, and our clinical assessments—we have a clearer understanding of wh

Lexi’s POVLexi sat across from Kayla in the car as they drove back from the appointment. The silence between them was thick—not uncomfortable, just… heavy. Kayla stared out the window, her fingers tapping against her thigh, lost in thought.Lexi cleared her throat. “So… how are you feeling?”Kayla huffed a short laugh. “Like I just signed up for something I don’t fully understand.”Lexi smiled slightly. “That’s fair.”Kayla turned to her, her gaze unreadable. “You really think this is gonna help?”Lexi tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “I hope so.”Kayla snorted. “Not exactly reassuring.”Lexi glanced at her. “I don’t want to lie to you. This isn’t a magic fix, Kay. It’s going to take time. Some days might feel better, some worse. But you don’t have to go through it alone.”Kayla leaned back in her seat, exhaling. “Yeah. That’s what everyone keeps saying.”Lexi hesitated, then softened her tone. “Because it’s true.”Kayla didn’t respond right away. She just kept staring out t

Kayla’s POVThe sterile white walls of the psychiatric office felt almost suffocating today. Kayla sat on the familiar chair, her fingers nervously tapping the edge of the table. She could hear the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above, a background noise that had become all too familiar during her time here.It had been a month since her first session with Dr. Elaine Roberts, and every visit had brought a new layer of discomfort, but also a sense of relief. Kayla could admit, now, that she hadn’t expected to feel any progress at all. She’d thought she was beyond repair. But now, sitting here, her thoughts were less chaotic, more organized. She could think clearly again.The door opened, and Dr. Roberts walked in with a small smile. She closed the door behind her and sat across from Kayla, her clipboard in hand.“Good afternoon, Kayla,” Dr. Roberts greeted, settling into her chair. “How are you feeling today?”Kayla hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. “Better, I guess.”Dr. Robe

Lexi’s POVThe gala had been a success. I could feel the buzz of the evening still lingering in my bones, the adulation of the crowd, the celebration, and the way Julian’s hand had gripped mine as we walked together. They had just returned from the gala—an extravagant affair that Lexi had initially dreaded but ended up enjoying more than she’d expected. Julian had been his usual, charming self, and for the first time in a long while, Lexi felt like they were in a good place, both as a couple and as a family.“Alexander’s probably asleep by now,” Julian said, slipping off his tuxedo jacket and tossing it onto the nearby chair. “We’ll just check in on him before we—”Lexi’s eyes darted to the side. The house felt too quiet, too still.“Kayla?” she called, her voice tentative. “Kayla, are you here?”There was no answer. She frowned, a small knot of unease settling in her stomach. Kayla had been doing better. She had been better—so why wasn’t she here?Lexi walked farther into the living