บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaires Pawn : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Julian’s POVEight months.Two hundred and forty-three days of waiting.Julian had never believed in miracles, but now, he prayed for one every single day.Every morning, he walked into the hospital room with their son in his arms. Every night, he left with the same ache in his chest, the same unanswered questions. Would she ever wake up? Would she recognize him? Would she remember their love, their son, their life together?He refused to entertain the alternative.Sitting beside her, he reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. Her skin was warm, her pulse steady, but her eyes remained closed. Unmoving. Silent.“Lexi,” he murmured, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. “It’s me. Your favorite person in the world. The man who’s been waiting forever for you to wake up.” He let out a dry chuckle, though there was no humor in it. “You know, I used to think I was the impatient one in this relationship. But look at you—making me wait eight damn months for a simple ‘hello.’”Not

Lexi’s POVNaming their son had been the first step. The moment the words left her lips, something inside her settled. As if, even without all her memories, some things were instinctive. Some things were theirs.They named him Alexander.Julian had smiled at her, eyes gleaming with something that looked like relief, pride—love. “Alexander,” he repeated, brushing his fingers against the baby’s tiny hand. “Our little warrior.”The name felt right.The following days were filled with careful observations from the doctors. Tests, evaluations, and cautious optimism. Julian hovered over her, never leaving for more than a few minutes. She woke up to him watching her like she might disappear again. It should have been overwhelming, suffocating.But it wasn’t.Not when he looked at her like she was the center of his universe.Not when he spoke to her in that low, soothing voice, recounting the life they had shared before it was stolen from her.And then, finally—“You’re fit to go home,” the d

Lexi’s POVThe weight of the previous night lingered in the pit of her stomach, heavy and unyielding. Even though Julian had reassured her, something about the dream—no, the vision—felt too real, too tangible. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Alexa wasn’t truly gone. She pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.The car ride to the prison was silent, the hum of the engine filling the air as Lexi stared out of the window, lost in her thoughts. The city outside was alive, bustling with people going about their day, but it all seemed distant. She barely noticed when the car came to a stop in front of the high concrete walls.“You sure about this?” Julian asked, his voice low and steady, as always.Lexi turned to him, meeting his gaze with a faint, unreadable smile. “I have to do this. For her.”He didn’t argue, but she saw the concern in his eyes. He’d been protective, hovering like a guard dog since she had returned to him, but he knew this was something she nee

Lexi’s POV The air in the penthouse was thick with tension as I paced the living room, my mind racing. The phone call from Alexa still lingered in my thoughts, sending a chill down my spine. I’d expected this, but hearing her voice again—so cold, so certain—had rattled me more than I cared to admit. “Everything’s a game to her,” I muttered under my breath. “But I’m done being her pawn.” Julian, sitting on the couch, watched me with a quiet intensity. He’d been silent for the past few minutes, sensing that I was on the edge of something—something that could tip me over if I wasn’t careful. “Are you sure you want to go down this path?” Julian finally asked, his voice calm but edged with concern. I stopped pacing and turned to face him. My expression was determined, but I could feel a flicker of doubt gnawing at me. I hated feeling this way, like I was teetering between control and chaos. But there was no going back now. Alexa’s return had changed everything, and I wasn’t about to l

Alexa’s POVAlexa sat in the dimly lit penthouse, swirling the wine in her glass as she watched Kayla pace in front of her. The younger woman was jittery, her fingers twitching at her sides, but there was something electric in her movements—anticipation, desperation.“You’re sure about this?” Kayla asked, stopping abruptly to look at Alexa.Alexa smiled, slow and calculating. “Of course. It’s the only way.”Kayla swallowed hard, her eyes flickering with hesitation before she forced herself to nod.“She won’t even see it coming,” Alexa continued, setting her glass down. “Lexi is so busy chasing ghosts, she has no idea we’re about to snuff her out.”Kayla exhaled sharply, rolling her shoulders back. “What’s the plan?”Alexa leaned forward, her golden eyes gleaming. “You’ll take care of Lexi and that child. Once they’re gone, Julian will be vulnerable. Heartbroken, yes, but he won’t have anyone left—except for you.”Kayla’s lips parted slightly, as if she were envisioning it. “Julian wil