Standing in the center of the encirclement, Liam kept posture relaxed, but every muscle was ready for action. With the strategy that the goons were using trying to make sure he didn't have enough space to move, Liam knew it was going to be a tough fight, but nothing he couldn't handle.He met the fierce gazes of the men around him with a calm. Despite not having enough room to maneuver because of the men's tactics, he wasn't worried about that.The anticipation in the room was evident, the silence just before the storm of violence. Mr Simpson had the biggest arrogant smile on his face, he couldn't help it. After all, he was going to witness how Liam gets humbled. Liam’s senses were on high alert, tracking the distance between each man, the rhythm of their breathing, and the subtle shifts in their stance. He noticed how the first security guard charged towards him from his back, clearly attempting to attack him from behind. Liam pretended like he didn't notice that as he continued to
Gasps escaped the lips of the onlookers as they watched Liam deliver a powerful kick to the goon’s chest. To their astonishment, the goon remained unmoved, his expression unchanged, as if Liam’s attack had no effect on him. Mr. Simpson’s cold smirk grew wider as he observed the scene. The man’s lack of reaction made it seem like Liam had finally encountered a worthy opponent. To everyone, it appeared that the goon’s resilience was unmatched, even in the face of Liam’s forceful strike.What neither Mr. Simpson nor the spectators realized was that Liam had deliberately restrained his power. The kick, though seemingly forceful, was executed with minimal strength, revealing his intent to test the goon's strength rather than to overwhelm him. With a groan, the man swung toward Liam with the knuckle dusters. Liam effortlessly dodged the blow and countered with a precise, upward jab to the man’s jaw.The punch landed with a satisfying thud, the knuckle duster instantly rendered useless. The
Mr. Simpson’s face twisted in fury and disbelief as his plan to humble Liam backfired spectacularly. Earlier, he had been so full of himself, even going so far as to demand that Liam get on his knees and apologize for his own sake. But now, with his plan in ruins, that confidence had completely evaporated. It was a bitter humiliation, especially after being so certain that he had the upper hand.In front of all the people he had tried to impress with his dominance, Mr. Simpson now looked foolish and humiliated for daring to challenge someone like Liam. Even the mayor, who knew the extent of Mr Simpson's power and influence had to admit that challenging a Danvers was going too far even for Mr Simpson.The sneer Mr Simpson had worn earlier was gone, replaced by a tight lipped scowl as he struggled to process the reality of his defeat. He didn't think that him ordering his men to Humble Liam would lead to this. What was even worse was the fact that he had lost to the very person he shoul
As he got outside the building, Liam got in his car and left. A few minutes later, seated in his car as he focused his gaze on the road he couldn't help feeling slightly worried about what Mr Simpson was up to. It seemed like the old man and the whole Simpson family were up to something big this time. His thoughts drifted to Elena. What role would she play in all of this? Normally, he wouldn’t spare a second thought for his enemies, but things were different now. Elena was pregnant, soon to be the mother of his child so it's only normal that he would be worried for her now, for the sake of his unborn child. Liam didn't linger too long on thinking of Elena as he decided to focus his thoughts on other things.***Fast forward, almost five hours later after leaving the mayor's office, Liam found himself in a quiet corner booth of a small diner seated down with Karen, and his lunch was half eaten and forgotten. The soft sound of conversations and the clinking of dishes filled the diner,
Liam was taken aback when someone called out Karen's name and walked over to their table before casually sitting down. He didn't know who the person was, however he could tell that Karen knew the person.By the familiar look in Karen's eyes, and the shift in her attitude when the man arrived he could tell that she knew the man well which made him wonder who this man was and how he knew Karen. A work colleague, perhaps? Liam mused.Karen blinked as she looked at the man who had just sat down across from her on the table. She didn't say anything at first as she was still processing the sudden appearance of jeremy. However she had recognized him the moment she saw him, and he was someone from her past, she hadn’t seen for a while. And she had hoped that she had thought that she would never see him again, and now that he was seated across from her, she didn't know what to feel or how to react.“Jeremy,” she finally said, her voice a mix of surprise and politeness. “What brings you here in
But still, although she made an effort to be polite, her body language showed her true feelings. The frown she tried to conceal and the stiffness in her posture revealed her displeasure. Her discomfort was evident in every rigid movement and every serious response she gave. She hoped that her clear signals of disinterest would be enough for Jeremy to understand that she wasn’t keen on continuing to interact with him, and that he would take the hint and leave.Liam noticed Karen’s discomfort with Jeremy's presence. Despite her efforts to hide her frown, her unease was evident to him. Liam considered intervening and telling Jeremy to leave, but hesitated, unsure of the nature of their relationship. He wondered if Karen and Jeremy were friends or just knew each other by chance. Reluctant to overstep boundaries or misinterpret the situation, he decided to observe for the moment, hoping Karen would handle it herself and that the situation would resolve without his direct involvement.Jere
Karen was very unsettled after hearing Jeremy's subtle words. ‘We used to have good times?’ What was that supposed to mean? She didn't know what he meant by that, because if she remembered correctly, nothing ever happened between her and him in the past.So whatever Jeremy was trying to insinuate was untrue, and she knew it was just Jeremy’s attempts to create doubt and tension between her and Liam. But it wasn't going to work, she would not allow it.What are you talking about?” she asked, her tone was cold yet laced with a quiet elegance that slightly masked her growing irritation.Jeremy's smile disappeared slightly at her response and the coldness in her expression. It was clear she wasn’t going to play along or indulge in whatever game he was trying to start. But, determined as ever, he kept up his charming facade.“Remember that getaway we all took? The two of us?” he began, his tone casual. “It was that trip to the lake with your friends. We had such a great time, didn’t we?”Ka
However his plan didn't work out. Not only did it fail, it only served to make Karen dislike him even more. While her family was intrigued by the idea and had encouraged her to go out on a few dates with Jeremy to see where it might lead, Karen remained inflexible in her refusal. The fact that Jeremy came from a wealthy, influential family was the main reason her parents entertained the notion, but for Karen, his wealth didn't mean anything.Now, back to the present, as he sat across from her, Jeremy’s familiar smirk and calculated words felt like a continuation of that obsession. When he mentioned, ‘We used to have good times,’ it wasn’t just a casual remark, it was an attempt to rewrite history, to suggest events and a connection that had never truly existed between them, all because he wanted Liam to believe it. Karen could see through his scheme; he wanted Liam to think there was something more between them, something that had never been.Karen's irritation grew by the second, and
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