Liam frowned. He wasn’t sure if it was worth trying to argue or convince her otherwise. Honestly, he didn’t want to protest too much and risk disappointing her, she was his mom, after all. And despite everything, a part of him still sought her approval. She was his mom after all, and it wouldn't hurt to fulfill her wish. Before she got far, Irene stopped and turned to face him, her expression a mix of tenderness and authority. “You’re part of this family’s legacy, Liam,” she said, her tone firm but not unkind, she just wanted him to understand for once. “I want you to be happy, of course, but happiness isn’t the only thing that matters. You need someone who can stand by you, someone who fits with what we’re building here. Your father and I have already waited long enough for you to make that decision on your own, but it’s clear you have no intention of doing so.” Her eyes narrowed, her voice gaining a sharper tone to it. “It’s not just about you, Liam. You and Megan both have respo
The Danvers Manor Dining Hall at around 8 PM.The grand dining hall was bathed in a soft light from the crystal chandelier above.The long dining table, draped in white linen, held polished silverware and neatly arranged porcelain plates. The faint clinking of cutlery and quiet conversation filled the air as servants moved to and from the table, serving an assortment of fine dishes.Mr. Danvers sat at the head of the table, joyful look on his face. On his left sat Mrs. Danvers, dressed elegantly, just like the rest of the family and guests. The two families appeared at ease, chatting and enjoying the meal as if it were an ordinary gathering, or they had known each other for a long time.Everyone seemed content. Everyone except for Liam. He sat further down the table with Megan, his posture relaxed but his mood far from it. He knew why they were here. This dinner wasn’t just a chance for two families to connect and one another. It was about marriage, his marriage.He glanced at his par
Rachel blinked in surprise taking off guard by the question, her eyes darted toward Aretha before settling back on Megan. But she was too shy to answer that question.Aretha raised an eyebrow, unbothered. Her eyes flickered toward Liam for the briefest moment before she answered smoothly, "I suppose that's for Liam to decide, isn’t it?" Her confidence grew as she recalled the bold move she had made earlier, kissing him. Surely, that had left an impression. He'd see her differently now, perhaps in a more romantic light. She was convinced that in a situation where he'd have to choose between her or her sister, he would choose her.Megan's grin widened as she leaned back, tapping her fingers lightly on the table. “Hmm, fair enough. Or,” she added with a mischievous tilt of her head, "maybe you two wouldn't mind sharing. I mean I wouldn't mind having two sister in-laws."Rachel’s eyes widened, hearing Megan's words, her face flushing a deep red as she quickly glanced down at her lap.Ar
Rachel's head snapped toward her sister, eyes wide with disbelief. "Aretha, what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice sharper than intended. Her fingers gripped her chair, a flicker of jealousy flashing in her gaze. She had silently hoped that if anyone were to marry Liam, it would be her. Hearing Aretha's bold declaration felt like a betrayal. When Mr. Harrington saw that none of his daughters were objecting, he smiled in relief, "I agree to the proposal. And I don't think either of my daughters has any issue with this.” Mr. Harrington then turned his attention to Liam, gauging his reaction. When he saw the young man’s indifferent expression, a wave of nervousness washed over him. He wondered if perhaps Liam wasn’t as fond of the idea as they’d hoped and he was going to refuse. “To be honest,” Mr. Harrington continued, attempting to ease the tension, “I believe it would be in everyone’s best interest if Liam were to marry both of my daughters. They each bring something valuabl
Liam was brought to the police station, the cold metal of the handcuffs still pressing against his wristsHe could have easily broken free, but he didn’t. He wasn’t guilty, so what reason did he have to run?The ride had been tense, the hum of the police car’s engine the only sound between him and the officers. They didn’t speak, even when he asked them what charges he was facing.But Liam wasn't worried, because this had to be a mistake. He knew he was innocent because he had never been involved in everything illegal before. Little did he know he was actually set up. Not long passed and they arrived at the station. The faint buzz of conversation and the clattering of keyboards echoed throughout the room. Officers moved about with their own purpose, some glancing his way. Liam could hear some whispering about him in surprise.“Liam Danvers, in cuffs? That's new?” One officer murmured to his colleague.“Must be serious if they actually went through with arresting him,” his friend rep
There was a brief pause as the officer listened to his superior, his gaze shifting toward Alvin, and his family.“Yes, sir. Right away.” The officer hung up and cleared his throat. “The Chief will see you in the conference room, Mr. Danvers.”“Lead the way,” Alvin replied casually. The officer led Alvin, Irene and Megan away, the Harringtons exchanged glances but trailed behind as well.The officer led them through the station, past rows of desks where officers pretended to focus on their work, though their eyes tracked every step of the Danvers family. No one dared to whisper now.They were escorted to a large conference room with a long table in the center. Moments later, the Chief of Police arrived. But he wasn't alone, he was accompanied by three others who followed him. A woman and two men, all dressed in sharp, professional attire. Their serious expressions made it clear they weren’t here for pleasantries.The Chief stepped forward, his gaze shifting to Alvin and the rest of the
Liam's head snapped up, looking at the detective, and then he retuned his gaze back to the documents. Liam's mind raced, vanguard International? He was involved with this company, and yes he was the face of that company. Only because Mr Edwards had insisted on him so many times that he should be the face of it, even going as far as selling him most of the company shares so he would be the majority shareholder. Mr. Edwards had presented it to him as a solid investment opportunity and he had invested in it. But now Liam had seen it; It was all a part of something much darker. This was a setup. It didn't take long for Liam to realize that Mr Edwards was the one who set him up. But why? He wondered. “Yes, you've been caught, Danvers.” Detective Ricky said, after seeing the look of realization on Liam's face. “This is a mistake, I've been set up.” Liam dropped the fills into the table looking at the detectives. Hearing Liam's words, Detective Carter leaned forward, his eyes showing tha
Mr. Simpson stood before the mysterious and ominous figures of the Shadow Council. They were of course, the same figures who had been after the ring and had worked alongside him and Salvatore in their shared goal of destroying the Danvers family.However, after repeated failures with no victories to show for it, Salvatore had decided to withdraw from their plans against Liam Danvers and the whole Danvers family. But unlike Salvatore who gave up easily, Simpson wasn’t ready to give up. Instead, he took Salvatore’s place as the Council’s key ally, driven by a relentless determination to see the Danvers family brought to ruin.And it had worked out. The Shadow Council had been the true power backing the Simpson family all along. They were the real reason the Simpson family was bold enough to start challenging the Danvers family head one. This secretive organization controlled far more than most could imagine, from major global events to influential corporations, even extending their rea
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