All Chapters of Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Howard, his wife, and their little boy rushed down from the private jet, and a luxury SUV drove them straight to the hospital. The doctor came in like a madman, changing clothes, washing his hands, listening to Scott's frantic protests—and the moment he finally stepped into the delivery room, he came right back out two seconds later and smacked Scott on the back of the neck. "She hasn't even had a contraction yet, her water just broke!" he shouted, while his wife Amanda burst out laughing at the nervous pout on Scott's face. "Well, I still got scared!" Scott shot back. "It'll be hours before the baby is actually born," Howard's wife said. "So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go say hi to the mom and laugh at you two for a bit." Amanda went in to meet Alexandra, and the two women hit it off instantly. Later, Sebastian took her and her son Dylan back to the house so they could stay with Gerard and Marina while Alexandra gave birth. Luckily, the kids clicked right away too—they

Liam Harrington had just turned thirty-two, and to those who knew him, he was the most extreme man in the world. On one hand, he worked fourteen hours a day without pause, but once he left the office, he dove into parties and nightclubs with the same intensity. No assistant could keep up with his pace… nor could any woman, since Liam wasn't interested in relationships—only in one-night stands. Casual, ultra-casual. So casual he didn't even bother asking the girls for their names. "This is what I call a party!" shouted Alex, his best friend. Liam had organized a spectacular birthday bash in one of his family's hotels. A costume party, so the girls could let their hair down and misbehave without worrying about staining their fine reputations. The alcohol was flowing, and maybe something stronger too, while the gifts piled up in one of the rooms. "I came to bring mine," said a voice behind him, and Liam turned around, excited. "Dad! You came!" he exclaimed, hugging him. "But

"Excuse me…? Are you saying… marry her?!" "Yes," said a woman holding a notepad. "If you marry her, we can spin all of this around and maybe even come out ahead." "You can't be serious!" Liam snapped. "Marry her?" "Stop playing dumb! Yes, marry her," his father cut in firmly. "Fix this, Liam. Or our company won't be the only thing on the line." "And if I refuse?" "Then," the woman with the notepad said, "in a few months we'll have to declare the company bankrupt." Liam took a step back, as if her words had punched him in the gut. This was his company, his work—the only thing he knew how to do. At that moment, it was all he had. "But… but… what if I agree?" he finally asked. "What happens then?" "Basically," the woman said with a grin stretching from ear to ear, "you'll marry Sister Maxine—Miss Maxine—and once she's ready to face the world, we'll hold a press conference to announce the wedding and everything else." The idea of being tied to that woman, even for a short

Maxine tried to turn around, but the man pressed the gun harder against the back of her neck. "Walk," he ordered in a rough voice, and she hiked up her dress and started moving. He shoved her toward a dark car parked at the far end of the street and yanked open the back door to push her inside. But he never got the chance—because in the same instant, Maxine drove her heel down hard on the top of his foot, then spun sharply, snapping his wrist in a single movement and slamming him flat onto the pavement. Maxine snatched the gun from his hand and pressed it against his temple. "Don't shoot!" the man who had tried to kidnap her cried out. "Who the hell are you, and what do you want with me?" she growled, cocking the hammer so he could see she wasn't bluffing. If there was one thing Maxine Johnson had never feared, it was pulling a trigger. "I… I thought… I thought you were the nun. I was wrong…" the man stammered, and Maxine smacked him hard. "And who wants the nun?" He he

Liam turned to look at her, eyes wide. It was clear he was on the verge of exploding. "Stay out of this," he snapped, and she raised an eyebrow. "Yes, stay out of this," the girl whimpered, and Max's blood boiled. "I've seen scenes that would turn anyone's stomach, but a woman literally crying at a man's feet is the worst of them all. Get up already! He's not even that good in bed!" Maxine snarled at the girl, who looked at her like she was insane. Liam pressed his lips together and tried to help the girl up. "Leave it, I'll handle her myself," he growled, but froze when Maxine pulled out a chair, sat down across from them, and crossed her legs. "What are you doing?" "Watching how you handle it," she replied coolly. The girl sobbed a little more, but Liam yanked her to her feet. "Max, this is Izzy, my ex-assistant," he muttered awkwardly. "Don't worry about her, she'll leave." "No, I won't! How could you do this to me?" Izzy shouted, stamping her foot like a spoiled