Though anger burned inside of him, Liam kept a calm demeanor. Ever the manipulator, Selena continued to play the victim, throwing taunts his way with no hint of remorse. Her shamelessness got on his nerves all the time, but he refused to give her the satisfaction of an outburst. The press was watching, waiting for him to snap, but Liam stayed composed, knowing he couldn't let her win. Sometime later after Liam and Sonia had taken their seats, the judge entered the courtroom The atmosphere in the courtroom was filled with tension as the judge banged his gavel, bringing the room to order. The sound of the gavel echoed, silencing the murmurs and shifting the focus entirely to the front. The judge, man in his fifties with dark and grey hair and a composed demeanor, surveyed the room with an air of authority. His sharp eyes scanned the packed courtroom, briefly pausing on the defense and prosecution tables before he addressed everyone. “This court is now in session. Let us proce
“I don't like this, why are you letting her beat you like that?” Selena asked, frustrated. This wasn't how she had pictured this going, she had pictured Liam and his lawyer being the ones losing. Liam sat back, his posture relaxed, seemingly unaffected by the serious charges against him. He didn’t feel the need to worry. Why should he? Sonia was clearly dominating the courtroom, and it wasn’t even close. Gibson had been backed into a corner so much that he was stumbling over his words, his arguments weak compared to Sonia’s sharp, calculated questioning. Sonia gave off a calm confidence, effortlessly outclassing the defense at every turn. Unlike lawyer Gibson who might’ve shown signs of panic, Sonia was composed, professional in every move she made. The contrast between the two attorneys was glaring, and Liam felt secure in the knowledge that, no matter how hard Gibson tried, he was always one step behind. "Your Honor, I’d like to call our next witness," Sonia said, her voice
“Wait, can they even do that?” Rachel muttered, her voice unsure as she glanced at Alvin. “Just ask for the hearing to be moved to another day because they’re not prepared? That’s not legal, right?”Alvin frowned. “Sadly, they can, if the judge agrees.” Liam’s gaze hardened, his usual calm replaced by a hint of irritation. Even he could sense that Selena and her lawyer were playing dirty. Postponing the hearing at the last minute felt like a deliberate tactic to stall and regroup. It wasn’t just unprofessional, it was desperate.Liam worried what tactics Selena and her lawyer might use to try and secure victory, after all Selena was not honest at all, and she would do anything to win at this stage. Liam looked at the judge, waiting for his answer.After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice authoritative. “The defense’s request for additional time is unusual at this stage,” he began his words seriously. “However, given the seriousness of the accusations and the impl
Fast forward almost an hour later, Liam, his dad and Aretha and Rachel rushed inside an opulent building. Harrington Enterprises, the heart of the Harrington's family’s vast empire, was a modern fortress of glass and steel. Inside, the polished floors shined under the fluorescent lights as Liam and the others walked down. When they entered the receptionist area, they were all surprised to see that it was filled with people dressed in black suits. “What’s going on here?” Rachel murmured, her brows furrowed in confusion as she scanned the room. The men in black suits stationed throughout the reception area stood out immediately. They weren’t part of the company’s regular security team, that much was obvious from their attire and demeanor. “They look like mafia,” she muttered to Liam, uneasily. “The same kind of people that tycoon Blackthorn has been sending to harass my family.” Liam nodded, recalling the first time he had met Rachel and her father. The memory solidified his suspic
“He already got what he wanted. I don’t think there’s anything you can do to get everything back,” Rachel said, her voice tinged with hopelessness.She appreciated Liam’s willingness to help, but even with his massive wealth and influence, she didn’t think he could undo something that had already been signed off. Now the Harringtons had to live with the harsh reality that they only owned a small portion of the company that they had founded and put so much into it.Even that was uncertain now. Since Blackthorn was the majority shareholder, he could easily acquire the rest of the company, just like he had with the other 80 percent.“How are we going to tell Dad that his lifelong work doesn’t belong to him anymore? He dedicated most of his life to founding this company and bringing it to where it is,” Ethan’s voice trembled with frustration as his hands clenched into fists. “This is all my fault. I let it happen. I should’ve read through those documents before signing them.”“Blaming you
“Hey, are you alright?” Liam asked as Rachel hugged into him, he didn't know what was wrong with her, she had never been like this before. “You’ve been helping our family ever since we met, even though you didn’t have to. I don’t know how we’d get through this without you.” Rachel murmured, her voice soft but filled with emotion.“Uh, you're welcome.” For a moment, Liam froze not knowing how to react. He didn't expect her to hug him. But he didn't mind that at all. He relaxed, the faint, sweet scent of her perfume reached him, something flowery and delicate, completely in tune with her. It was distracting, yet calming at the same time.He hesitated, then gently rested his hands on her back, his touch light but reassuring. “I’m just doing what I can,” he said quietly, his voice slightly lower. “We’ll figure this out together. I promise.”Aretha frowned, her eyes narrowing as she watched Rachel embrace Liam. And what was this? He was actually reciprocating the hug?Though it seemed lik
Sometime later, after the lawyers arrived, Liam and the others were in the conference room. Rachel, Ethan and Mr Danvers were seated around the table looking over a copy of the documents Ethan had unknowingly signed.The low hum of the fluorescent lights filled the silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of papers.Liam stood by the coffee machine, leaning against the counter as the rich aroma filled the air. He poured himself a cup, letting the warmth of the coffee cup seep into his fingers. Taking a slow sip, his mind wandered yo everything happening in his life. Elena. The baby. Nathan. And then he had to deal with Selena allegations, although he felt like that was already a winnable case.His greatest worry now was Nathan. Nathan wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted. Liam knew that all too well. The problem was convincing Elena of it. She’d never believe him if he told her her own brother wanted her dead. Not unless it was already too late.His jaw tightened a
Did he have feelings for Rachel? Where did that question even come from? Liam was even more surprised now, he didn't think she would be asking him this question at all. Liam paused, thinking about her question. If he was being honest with himself, he actually liked Rachel, by a lot. The feelings were complicated, though, hard to pin down. He knew he liked Rachel, however he didn't want to describe that as having feelings for her, yet. “Uhm, no…” he replied, but even as the words left his mouth, he wasn’t sure he believed them. Maybe he had feelings for Rachel, or maybe not. Ever since his breakup with Karen, Rachel was the only person he had felt attracted to. Still, his mind wasn’t giving him any clear answers yet.Aretha kept her eyes locked on Liam after he said he didn’t have feelings for Rachel. A sense of relief washed over her. She smiled weakly, mischievously.“That's a relief to hear!” She muttered in a whisper. He didn’t have feelings for her sister, which meant she had a
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