As they got closer to Mr. At Maxwell's residence, Liam instructed James to stop the car. He knew that arriving in a car might draw unnecessary attention, so he instructed James to stop a short distance away from the residence. He decided to approach Mr. Maxwell's home on foot, blending in with the quiet neighborhood. He wanted to keep a low profile, not wanting to alert anyone who might be watching.As he reached Mr. Maxwell's residence, a well-manicured property with a grand entrance, he took a deep breath and approached the front door. He raised his hand and rang the doorbell firmly, hoping that someone inside the mansion who could provide answers would answer the door. The seconds that followed felt like an eternity as he waited for a response, knowing that time was of the essence.The seconds ticked by, and Liam's suspicion grew as no one answered the door. He strained his senses, attempting to detect any sounds coming from inside the mansion. However, an eerie quiet enveloped th
As he watched the armed men, he couldn't help but wonder about their motivations. Who were they working for, and why had they targeted Mr. Maxwell and his family? These questions were in the back of his mind, but his immediate concern was to neutralize the threat and free the hostages.Liam's gaze shifted towards the area. Where Mr Maxwell's family was sitting, with guns pointed at them. And Liam realized that someone had noticed him. A young boy who looked like he could be fourteen years of age. But luckily the boy didn't alert anyone as she just looked at him briefly and looked away as if he didn't see him. Seizing an opportunity to create a diversion and distract the two armed men, the boy spoke up, saying, "I need to use the restroom."Liam couldn't help but crack a subtle smile, appreciating the young man's quick thinking and intelligence in this tense situation.He appreciated the quick thinking of the young boy. His ability to stay composed and not draw attention to Liam's pres
Liam and the Maxwell's family raced through the house, their hearts pounding in their chests. The men who had been chasing them were close behind. They could hear their footsteps on the hardwood floors.Liam led the family into the garage and slammed the door shut. He pressed a button on the car keys, and a beep came from one of the cars, a black Mercedes-Benz S-Class. Liam pointed to the car. "Get inside!" he shouted, as he held the door, preventing the goons from opening the door and coming outside.i think you'll be safe here." He said in a friendly tone.Mr Maxwell's family rushed into the car. Liam ran quickly and climbed into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition. As the goons managed to open the door and come outside, the car had already roared to life.Liam backed out of the garage and sped down the driveway, leaving the men behind.Liam sped down the driveway, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the men following behind in their own car. He had to lo
The man who had entered the office, informed Mr Simpson that the person who had rescued Mr Maxwell's family, was Liam Danvers.Mr Simpson was taken aback upon hearing that Liam was responsible. He couldn't believe his ears, how was it even possible that Liam Danvers would know that Mr Maxwell's family was being kept as hostages in their own home, and save them? It didn't make much sense to him, because only a handful of individuals were privy to this dangerous secret, and it was limited to Mr. Maxwell, his family, himself, and his group of operatives. So How did Liam come to possess this critical information? Mr Simpson couldn't help but look at Mr Maxwell with a look of suspicion and annoyance. His suspicion reignited, knowing that Mr Maxwell was the only one who could have told Liam. But how did he do it? As Mr Maxwell watched Mr Simpson's expression, he could sense that Mr Simpson was becoming suspicious of him again. "I swear, I did not tell him anything."Mr Simpson shot Mr Ma
Victoria approached Mr Danvers, pretending to be a doctor. She used the stethoscope to check his heart rhythm. But then suddenly she suddenly attempted to complete her sinister mission. She discreetly reached for a syringe filled with a mysterious substance. She carefully prepared to inject Mr. Danvers, thinking she had the element of surprise on her side. However, just as she was about to carry out the dangerous act, Mr. Danvers' intuition and suspicion got the better of him.With lightning-fast reflexes, Mr. Danvers grabbed Victoria's arm before the needle could touch his skin. His eyes bore into hers, filled with a mixture of anger and suspicion. "I was wondering when you'd stop pretending to be a doctor," he said with a cold, stern tone.Victoria's heart raced, and her pulse quickened as she found herself trapped in an unexpected confrontation. She didn't expect this at all, she had expected that her target would be unsuspecting and the job would be easy.In a desperate attempt t
Slowly, Liam extended his index finger and began to slide the ring onto it, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the beautiful ring draw nearer to his finger. He couldn't even fathom why his heart was beating that fast. Could it be that he was excited to put the ring back on?As the ring slid onto Liam's finger, he felt a strange sensation come over him. It was as if a missing piece of a puzzle had finally fallen into place, and he felt a profound connection with the ancient artifact. A shiver of recognition ran down his spine as he glanced down at the ring on his In that moment, a flood of emotions streamed within him. It was a mixture of wonder, and a strange sense of completeness. Liam felt like he had finally found a long-lost part of himself. As though the ring was a key that unlocked a door to a hidden world he had never known existed. Liam let out a sigh to calm his nerves, and then looked at the ring. Something caught his attention. He noticed that the ring had some
A sigh escaped Don Salvatores lips as he collapsed on his leather chair and leaned back. He then sat up straight, fixing his gaze on the documents on his table.His mind raced with a lot of thoughts, he wondered how he could get the ring from Liam. It was clear to him that threatening Liam was pointless, so he had to take another approach if he wanted to force Liam into giving up the ring.Don Salvatore called for his right hand man, Vin, who in no time arrived in his office. "Boss, You called for me?" "Yes," Don Salvatore replied, his gaze steadily fixed on Vin, "I want you to find out who Liam Danvers went to visit at the hospital the other day." He instructed. He wanted to find out if the person Liam had visited was someone important to him. And if by chance it was an important person, Salvatore planned tojse the situation to his advantage Vin nodded, "Got it boss." "Okay, that's all, you can leave now." Salvatore said, giving a dismissive wave. Vin turned around and left the of
Elena nodded. She could also relate to Emily. Just like Emily, her and Nathan's childhoods were notnice, all because of the Danvers. Elena sighed, deciding to tell the reason why she and her brother were pursuing revenge. Years ago, Elena's father, Mr. Fred Bennett, served as the CEO within one of the Danvers consortium's companies, entrusted with significant responsibilities. He was a successful CEO with innovative ideas, and under his leadership, the company had reached new heights.However, a sinister secret lay beneath his polished façade. He had been embezzling millions from the corporation for years. Using the money he had embezzled, Fred Bennett had even started his own company When Mr. Danvers uncovered this betrayal, he didn't hesitate to terminate Mr. Bennett's employment and turn him over to the authorities. Mr. Bennett was sentenced to prison, and the harsh conditions of his incarceration ultimately led to his untimely demise. For Elena and Nathan, the blame for their f
Hi everyone, This marks the end of Billionaire Son-in-Law and Liam's journey. I hope you enjoyed the ending and that it met your expectations. If not, I truly apologize. Thank you for following this story to the end. Your support means a lot to me. I'd also like to thank my editor for their continued promotion of the book. If you liked this novel, I encourage you to check out my new book, The Invisible Heir. I'm confident you'll enjoy it. Lastly, there's a possibility I might write another book in the same universe as billionaire son in-law, but I can't make any promises. But if I did, Liam Danvers and other familiar characters might make an appearance. Thank you again for your support. Best regards.
More than 7 years later passed….The Danvers manor was alive with celebration. Rays of sunlight poured through the wide, open windows, bathing the grand hall in golden glow. The warmth of the sun mixed with the light of chandeliers overhead, created a dreamlike ambiance.Balloons of blue, white, and gold floated on the ceiling, their ribbons trailing down. Laughter echoed from every corner of the big mansion. Children’s giggles mixed together with the clatter of plates, the clinking of glasses, and the soft melody of music playing in the background. The air was filled with the scent of vanilla cake and fresh flowers.“Make a wish, sweetheart,” Rachel said softly, parting the little boy infront of her on the head.A child, no older than six, sat in front of a cake, his cheeks turning red and his face glowing with excitement. The flames of the birthday candles reflected in his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut tight, holding his breath as he thought long and hard about his wish, like it
Meanwhile...Liam, Adriana, Blackthorn, and the others stepped cautiously into a vast, faintly lit corridor. The air was cold despite the fact that they were indoors and there were flames from iron sconces lighting up the long and narrow corridor. “What is this place?” Liam muttered, his gaze scanning the ancient architecture. It wasn’t modern, no electricity or anything. Infact this looked like it was a completely different world, from the one he lived in. It looked like something pulled straight from a medieval times movie.At that moment, the clatter of hundreds of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor, sharp and growing louder with every second. Heads turned toward the sound, eyes narrowing in readiness.“They know we’re here,” Adriana muttered, stepping forward with purpose. Her stance shifted as she reached over her shoulder, drawing a sleek, double-edged sword from its sheath on her back. The cold steel shined in the faintly lit corridor. Ignoring the gun strapped to her
The large room was faintly lit. The mysterious members of the shadow council were gathered around the throne-like chair where the Supreme Master sat. The chamber had the ghostly stillness of a forgotten era, its design nothing like the modern time. No modern features decorated the space, only stone walls, iron sconces holding bright flames, and a cold floor of dark granite.It felt like a place pulled straight from medieval times. Even the guards by the entrance wore attire resembling that period. The only figure out of place was Mr. Simpson, dressed in a green suit and black shoes, a bug difference to the world around him.Simpson stood before the council, his head lowered as he delivered the news of yet another one of his failures."Liam Danvers has escaped," he announced, his voice casual but cautious. "We– we believe his family played a role in his escape."Silence followed. It was thick. Unforgiving. And scary. Simpson felt a shiver run down his spine, just from anticipating wha
Eventually, they stopped at a large set of double doors. One of the men stepped forward, twisting the handle before pushing them open.Liam's eyes narrowed as he stepped inside. The room was larger than he expected, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the forest below. His eyes scanned the room. His movements slowed when he spotted familiar faces. Adriana, George, and a few other agents from Adriana's organization standing around. Blackthorn was in conversation with Adriana and George, their expression business-like.“Hi, what’s going on?” Liam asked, his gaze wary, calculating.He’d always thought Blackthorn and Adriana’s people didn’t get along. Seeing them together now, standing like allies or partners, didn’t sit right. Suspicion crept into his mind.“Glad you could make it, Danvers,” Blackthorn said with a grin. “I must apologize for the way you got out of prison. But I promise, it was your friend's idea, not mine.”Adriana nodded. “We asked him to break you out. The Shado
"What do you mean he escaped?" Simpson barked into the phone, his grip so tight in anger the phone creaked, like it might break."The station was attacked, sir," the chief of police stammered nervously. "Multiple officers down. By the time we regained control, Danvers was gone."Simpson’s nostrils flared as he slammed his hand on the armrest of his seat in the limousine. He felt a sweat from in his forehead as he thought about how he would explain this to the Shadow council. He didn't want to face their wrath for this. "Then find him and arrest him, I don’t care how—lock down the city if you have to.""Yes, sir. Units are moving now," the officer replied hurriedly.Simpson ended the call with a sharp tap, his gaze hard and unblinking. Edward seated across from him in the limo, couldn't help asking. "What the hell happened?" "Liam Danvers escaped." Edward's eyes shot up in shock. Weren't they just talking to Liam Danvers in the holding cell not even 2 hours ago, so how did this happ
Liam turned slowly and walked back to the cold, hard bench. He lowered himself onto it, letting out a long, controlled exhale before lying down. The cold surface pressed against his back, familiar now after a week in this miserable cell. It was like this place had become his second home, one he’d never asked for. No amount of influence or wealth from his family had been enough to get him out. The courts had refused him bail, and even the chief of police had played along with it. Well the bastard was getting paid by Mr Simpson and the people he was working with, so of course he was going to play along with it. Liam closed his eyes, he was stuck here, with every sign pointing to the fact that he’d be here for a long time. It was suffocating, inescapable. Worse still, the allegations against him were serious enough to warrant a life sentence. The thought stayed at the back of his mind.Liam sat up abruptly, his elbows resting on his knees, as he recalled Simpsons last words as he left
On the other hand, Edwards snickered at Liam's threats, "Still acting tough, huh? I guess it’s true what they say. Pride comes before the fall." He took a step closer, standing shoulder to shoulder with Simpson. "Thing is, Danvers, this fall? It’s a long one. And you? You’ve got no parachute." Simpson leaned into the bar, his eyes filled with cruelty. "You're done for, Danvers, and so is your family's dominance. As you can see, your family isn't as powerful as it used to be. The Simpsons are the new power in town now,” he said with a twisted grin. “And soon, I'll make sure there are no Danvers left. I'll make sure every single last one of you Danvers is wiped off the face of the Earth.” From the way he said it, it sounded like was making a promise to murder his family and he meant it, which made Liam enraged deep down.Liam rose from the bench, slow and deliberate. He walked towards the bars, stopping inches away, his eyes locked onto Simpson's. His calm demeanor had evaporated now,
Days dragged by slowly for Liam. A week had passed, and he was still locked up in the holding cell. His family had done everything in their power to get him out on bail, but they had failed. Despite their immense influence and authority, it seemed they had been overpowered this time by Mr. Simpson and whoever was backing him.Liam wasn't surprised when his family informed him that Mr. Simpson, in collaboration with some mysterious organization, was behind it all, along with Elena and Nathan.The mastermind behind the entire scheme to frame him for these crimes, however, was none other than Elena. She had even devised the plan to have him accused of assaulting Selena, ensuring his reputation was already tarnished before they delivered the final blow.Liam didn’t know how he was going to deal with Elena. She was the mother of his unborn child, but she was also his enemy. It was because of her that he was sitting in this cell, facing serious allegations. He already knew how he would hand