Hearing Rachel’s words, Liam could sense the hopelessness in her voice. And he understood all too well how she and her old father must be feeling right now. He knew what it was like to feel powerless against people who held more control, more influence. Before having the last name Danvers, he had been in similar situations countless times before, and it was a feeling he would never forget. That was why Liam was very determined to help Rachel and her dad out of this because he didn't want anyone to be going through what he did. He couldn’t just walk away without helping them, or at least trying to. “There has to be something we can do,” Liam said, his voice unhesitating and serious. “No one should have to face this alone,” he added. Liam had already made up his mind, he would help Rachel and her father, no matter what it took. He didn’t care who they were up against and if they were some powerful mafia; all he knew was that he couldn’t stand by and watch them suffer. He offered
Liam leaned against the wall, observing Rachel and her siblings as they spoke quietly with their father. From their worried expressions and the way they interacted, he could see that they were a close-knit family who truly cared for one another. It made him want to help them even more, to find a way out of this mess they were caught in.“What’s the name of the group that’s after you?” Liam asked, his voice calm and casual, If he was going to help them, he needed to know who he was dealing with.Ethan glanced up from his father, turning to face Liam. “They call themselves the Crimson Vipers,” he said, his voice heavy with a sense of defeat. “They’re one of the most powerful crime organizations in the city.”He sounded utterly dejected as he spoke. The weight of that name was bearing down on him. He knew all too well how powerless his family was against the Crimson Vipers. It was this helplessness that made him sound so defeated, as if just uttering their name drained the fight out of
“Who just offers to help complete strangers without expecting something in return? For all I know, this could be a scheme from you to get us to trust you and then take everything we have,” Ethan added, stepping in to support his sister. Their skepticism was understandable. And they were speaking from experience. Something like this had happened to their family before. When they were in need of help and their business was going bankrupt, a seemingly kind stranger had offered help, only to lead their father into debt with the Mafia. Now, they were wary of anyone who seemed too good to be true. Trusting Liam felt like risking history repeating itself.Aretha nodded at her brother’s words, her eyes still locked on Liam. “Exactly. Our father got burned once by trusting the wrong person. How do we know you’re any different?”They didn't know what Liam's last name was, hence they doubted him, but if they knew he was a Danver, someone with great wealth, they would never question him, knowing
After some time, Liam exchanged contact information with Aretha and Ethan, telling them to call him if anything came up. He assured them again that he would do everything he could to help and urged them to stay alert and cautious. With a final nod to Mr. Carrington and a polite smile to Rachel and the others, Liam made his way out of the building. As Liam stepped outside of Mr Carringtons apartment, he noticed that it was already evening. It was dark already. He checked the time on his wrist watch and he realized that he had spent almost two hours at the Carrington’s place. He took a deep breath, letting the cool evening air clear his mind as he walked toward his car. The street was quiet, and he took a moment to scan his surroundings, making sure everything looked normal. Given what he knew about how the Mafia's operated, it wouldn’t have surprised him to spot a suspicious vehicle lingering nearby, maybe parked at the end of the block, its occupants secretly watching his every mo
After Liam was done working out, he took a quick shower. Coming out of the shower feeling refreshed, he dressed in a casual shirt and jeans. After that he headed downstairs, ready to join his family for breakfast.As he walked into the dining room, the space felt light and welcoming. Sunlight streamed in through the tall, opulent windows. His mother, father, and sister were already seated at the table, waiting for him. The aroma of freshly made coffee and warm pastries filled the room, mingling with the scent of fresh flowers from a vase in the center of the table.The chefs were moving around doing their jobs, serving an array of breakfast options, fluffy omelets, fruit platters, and fresh croissants. Liam nodded at them in greeting, before he continued to the dining table “Good morning,” Liam greeted his family as he pulled a chair for himself and took a seat next to Megan.“Morning, Liam,” his mother, Irene, said with a warm smile.“You’re up early, as always.” Alvin, his dad sai
Liam eventually forced himself to not think about Karen anymore by focusing his mind somewhere else. It had been three months since they broke up, yet he still found himself still thinking about her from time to time, and he really wished he could forget her completely and go on.She probably already had moved on. For all he knew, she might be seeing someone new. Jeremy, maybe? After all, her mom had always pushed her toward him. The thought twisted something inside him, but he quickly shoved it aside, refusing to dwell on what was no longer his concern.After some time, when he’d finished his breakfast, Liam excused himself from the table. He got ready for the day. He dressed himself in a crimson colored tailored suit before heading out for work. A little while later, Liam arrived at Multiversal Studios and made his way inside the building through his private entrance after parking his vehicle. As he walked down the quiet corridor, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. Before he c
Liam nodded in response to Mr. Blackthorn's remark that they had much to discuss. Despite being worried, on the outside, he appeared calm, but inwardly he was already on high alert, his mind racing with questions. What could they possibly have to discuss? Liam needed Mr Blackthorn's help to get the ring back from the shadow court, so he wanted to be cautious when dealing with him. The mysterious book had warned him that failure to recover the ring would result in dire consequences, not just for him but potentially for those he cared about. And that was the reason he viewed Mr Blackthorn as somewhat important and didn't want to make an enemy out of him.According to Caesar, Mr. Blackthorn was not happy with Liam’s recent actions, actions that had apparently disrupted his business. But Liam had no idea what those actions were, and he hoped Blackthorn would shed some light on the situation. Whatever it was, he hoped it could be resolved peacefully; he couldn't afford to have Mr. Blackth
At the moment, it didn’t matter to Liam if him going against Mr Blackthorn to help Rachel and the Carrington family would come back to bite him in the ass at some point in his life. It was true that the shadow court was now trying to take him out after they got the ring. Although they had successfully taken the ring from him, they still viewed him as a threat to their plans. And it was not just him but the whole Danvers family. The Danvers were the only ones capable of wielding the ring, but even among them, it had to be a particular Danvers, a chosen one. The ring's full power could only be unlocked by that individual, someone destined by both bloodline and fate, like Liam. This added another layer of complications and danger, as the chosen Danvers held the key to a power that could shift the balance of everything.For the Shadow Court, this made the Danvers family their greatest threat. If the ring were to fall into the hands of the chosen Danvers, their carefully laid plans would
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