All Chapters of The Billionaires Pawn : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lexi’s POV The second time I woke up, the room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. My throat still felt raw, but the intense burning was gone. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my stomach. “Take it easy,” Julian’s voice came from a chair in the corner. His tone was calm, but I could see the tension in his posture. He was watching me closely, like he was afraid I’d disappear if he looked away. “Julian,” I rasped, my voice barely audible. He moved to my side, pouring water into a glass and holding it to my lips. “Drink slowly,” he said, his tone softening. I sipped the water, wincing as it soothed my dry throat. “What… happened?” “You were poisoned,” he said bluntly. “Someone in the house tampered with your food or drink. Probably the wine.” My mind raced, flashing back to dinner. Martha had seemed nervous—too nervous. My stomach sank. “Martha,” I whispered. “She’s gone,” Julian said, his expression darkening. “But I’m handling it.” I wanted to

Julian’s POV The tension in the warehouse was suffocating. Every step felt heavier than the last, the silence more deafening. My eyes scanned the room, instinctively placing myself between Lexi and whatever threat lay ahead. I had to protect her. I had promised her that, and no matter what happened next, I would ensure she walked out of this alive. A figure emerged from the shadows. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and his face was hidden behind a mask. My grip tightened around the gun at my side. It wasn’t just a tool—it was my weapon of vengeance. The man in front of me was nothing but a pawn, but if he could lead me to Catherine, the one truly responsible for the hell Lexi had gone through, he might as well be a king. The man’s voice broke the silence, distorted and chilling. “You’ve come far, Mr. Blackwood. But it’s too late. This is where it ends.” I didn’t flinch. This was no time for theatrics. He was bluffing, and I could see it. I’d been through worse than this—much worse—a

Catherines pov Catherine burst through the door of her study, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. The firelight from the hearth cast jagged shadows across the room as she grabbed her phone and dialed, her fingers trembling with fury. The line clicked after one ring. “Catherine,” Etienne greeted smoothly, his voice calm. “She’s alive,” Catherine snapped, pacing as her anger spilled over. “That pathetic little girl is alive. How did this happen, Etienne? I thought you said Blackwood was occupied—contained.” A pause. Then the faint drag of a cigarette. “I underestimated his attachment to her. My mistake.” “Mistake?” Her voice sharpened. “Your mistake is the reason my plans are in shambles. Do you have any idea—” She cut herself off, exhaling through her nose. “We’re moving to Plan B. I want you and Victor ready to act immediately.” Etienne’s chuckle grated on her nerves. “Plan B. How wonderfully dramatic. Are you certain this is necessary?” “Do I sound uncertain

Julian’s POV The night had a sharpness to it, as though it could cut through you with a single glance. We were closing in on the warehouse, the sounds of the city muted by the thick blanket of darkness surrounding us. I kept my movements deliberate, my focus on the task at hand, but the tension in the air made my shoulders tighten with every step. I glanced back at Lexi—her presence felt like a constant pull, always keeping me tethered to something real, something human. She was quiet tonight, her eyes scanning the shadows, as if anticipating danger around every corner. “Movement inside,” Harrison whispered, his voice low, steady. He gave me the signal. “Victor?” I asked, my voice barely a breath. He didn’t answer, just nodded, signaling for us to proceed. We pressed on, moving swiftly through the dark corridors of the warehouse. The silence felt unnatural, the kind that leaves you wondering if you’re being watched. We reached the side door, and I held up my hand. “On three,” I

Julian pov "Let's wash off and head to bed, hmm?" Julian murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to my temple. I hummed in agreement as he guided me towards the bathroom. Julian adjusted the faucet, creating a perfect temperature waterfall that rained down on us from above. Under the cascade of water, we pressed our bodies together once more. Julian's erection rubbed against my belly, already eager for more. My hands instinctively reached out to encircle Julian's growing shaft, feeling it pulse in my grip. He closed his eyes momentarily, savoring my touch before pulling me beneath him as the water cascaded over us. Julian leaned back, allowing me better access to explore his body. With mischievous intent, I dropped lower, my lips finding their way to the base of his cock before gliding up along its length. My tongue swirled around his engorged head, eliciting a low grunt, from him. I tasted a bead of salty precum on the tip, causing my pussy to throb in anticipation. My mouth opene