Knowing of what a hole he had dug himself in, Richard Cole quickly tried to backpedal, his voice now a strained attempt at diplomacy. “Mr. Danvers, I-,I’m so sorry. -TThis was all just a misunderstanding. Please, let’s not blow this out of proportion. I had no idea it was you,” he stammered. The man was so nervous that he couldn't even construct a sentence the same way he was a few minutes ago while he was spewing threats, now as he opened his mouth his words fell over each other in his haste to make amends. The crowd watching found it hard to believe that someone as powerful and arrogant as Richard Cole was now begging for forgiveness. But when they realized it was a Danvers he was apologizing to, it all made sense. They knew Liam had the power to destroy Richard’s entire career if he wanted to, Including the business empire he was a CEO of. In that moment, it was obvious to everyone that Richard’s only chance to save himself was to swallow his pride and ask for mercy. It was actual
After dealing with Richard Cole and showing him his place, Liam got his cocktail from the barrister. After some time Liam moved around the yacht, engaging with various attendees and building connections, when he unexpectedly ran into Jeremy. Actually it was Jeremy who had approached him as Liam was deep in conversation with a group of influential business executives. Jeremy had been watching Liam for a while now, waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach him. Jeremy's presence was unmistakable and deliberate.Liam was surprised to see that Jeremy had approached him, nonetheless he was glad that he had approached. Now Liam could have a talk with him and get an idea of who the person who was very obsessed with Karen was, and how to deal with him."Jeremy," Liam greeted him with a polite nod, his tone neutral, though his surprise was evident in his voice"I didn't expect to see you here."Jeremy responded with an arrogant smirk, his voice carrying an air of nonchalance. "Why would
Jeremy staggered backwards from the punch. As he regained his footing, he glared at Liam with a mix of shock and fury. "You! How dare you?" he let out, his voice filled with venom.“Oh my god, what's going on?” Someone in the crowd asked in surprise Did he just hit Jeremy?” someone whispered in disbelief.“Looks like someone is upset.”The crowd was alive with murmurs and speculation, the crowd captivated by the unexpected clash.Liam's expression remained cold as he glared at Jeremy. "Don't talk about her again! Or I'll rip you apart.” He threatened, his tone dangerously icy, sending a shiver down Jeremy's spike.Jeremy gritted his teeth, Infuriated. Without hesitation he lunged at Liam, trying to retaliate. Not knowing anything about Liam, Jeremy thought he stood a chance since he trained in martial arts. However, Liam was ready, watching Jeremy's moves. With a swift and powerful counter, he landed a decisive blow that sent Jeremy crashing into a nearby stand of cocktails. The lou
The tension in the air didn’t go away after the security guards left on the woman's orders. Instead, it shifted, the focus was now squarely on the woman and her unexpected intervention. Jeremy’s face flushed with anger as he realized his control over the situation was slipping. This woman had overruled him in front of everyone, and he could feel the eyes of the guests on him, watching, judging, and expecting to do something to show his authority. After all, he was a member of the Hale family, and it would be humiliating if he couldn’t teach someone who had dared to lay hands on him a lesson, all because of an unexpected intervention.But it wasn’t so simple. The woman who had just arrived was his old sister, and Jeremy knew better than to openly challenge her, especially here, in front of so many influential people. She held more authority than him, and the fact that she could so easily override his decisions made him hesitate. Even though his pride was wounded and his anger boiled j
After some time, Liam and Madelaine decided to get back to the event and rejoin the others. At that time, the photographer was done taking pictures of them and was also about to leave, however he stopped as he wanted to double check that he got good angles of them.As Liam and Madelaine made their way back to the grand hall, the lively atmosphere of the event enveloped them once more. The music and chatter of the guests filled the air, but Liam's mind was still occupied with a lot, particularly he couldn't help feeling like someone was watching him and Madeleine, the whole time as they sat in private. *** A few minutes later, the photographer, who had been stealthily capturing the private moments of Liam and Madelaine, was in a secluded corner near the yacht’s utility area. He reviewed the photos on his camera’s screen, a smug satisfaction on his face. The images displayed Liam and Madelaine in various poses that suggested a closeness that could be misinterpreted by anyone. Anyone w
With the photographer having escaped, Liam returned to the event. However he was frustrated that he let the photographer escape before getting the answers he needed. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had let something crucial slip through his fingers. Who was behind the attempt to tarnish his reputation with those photos? The question ate at him as he navigated through the lively atmosphere of the yacht, his mind occupied by the evening’s unsettling events. Liam decided to locate Karen. It was growing late, and fatigue was starting to wear down on him, making him think of heading home to rest.After a few minutes of searching, Liam finally spotted Karen near the yacht’s railing,she was engaged in a conversation with her mother, Mrs. Wolfe. The older woman stood with her usual self assured elegance, her face was set in an expression that was calm yet distant. She had always carried an air of superiority, and tonight was no different.Since the day Mrs. Wolfe, Robert, and Mr. Wol
Karen suspected that Elena had approached her and Liam because she was bothered by their presence together. Karen assumed that Elena must be jealous of their relationship and that her feelings for Liam were the cause. However, Karen's assumption was incorrect; The only feelings Elena had for Liam, seemed to be that of a deep heated hatred for him. As for why she had approached them: it was out of simple curiosity about what they were up to. Along with the Simpsons, Elena was deep in a plot that aimed to deliver the final blow to the Danvers family. Knowing Liam's unpredictable nature, Elena wanted to gauge whether he suspected anything or if he remained oblivious to their scheming. So, she approached them with the intent of trying to read Liam, to see if he was onto them or still in the dark about their plans.Realizing her attempt to make Elena jealous was failing, Karen withdrew her hands from Liam, her irritation growing with Elena's presence. She glared at Elena and demanded, “Wh
Meanwhile at that same time, Mrs. Wolfe made her way through the bustling crowd, her demeanor as self assured and elegant as ever. The yacht's grand hall was abuzz with the energy of mingling guests, but her sharp gaze was fixed on Jeremy, who was standing somewhat apart from the crowd. His usual perfect condition appearance was ruined by noticeable stains, red wine was smeared across his white jacket and a spot of mething darker near his sleeve. The difference between his immaculate outfit and the sudden mess was evident. And she could tell that he must have spilled a drink on himself. However as she got closer, she realized that the stains didn't look normal, as it was not only his jacket that was covered in cocktail stains, infact there were different color stains on his outfit. his shirt and trousers were speckled with a range of hues from the cocktails he had fallen into: bright pinks, deep blues, and even a splash of green.As she approached, Mrs. Wolfe’s curiosity got the bet
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