Alle Kapitel von Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Kapitel 171 – Kapitel 180

Not even three hours had passed before they were already arriving at the airport. For Maxine, getting on a plane was nothing new—but boarding a private jet this luxurious? That was rare. She felt a little out of place, especially when she saw that the executive jet even had a bedroom with a full bed. The flight was long, but Maxine's curiosity about all of Liam's work outside the company kept her from staying quiet. She asked him everything: where the donations came from, where they were sent, how he bought them, how he ensured they reached their destinations, what types of supplies were included… The list was endless—and Liam answered every question enthusiastically, because it was a part of his work that truly mattered to him. "Wow… that's a lot of money," Maxine murmured, realizing Liam had been running this system in different parts of the world for years. "If you hadn't donated all that, you could've bought yourself a small country by now." "And what would I do with a smal

"Max!!!" Liam didn't run to the railing. That's what anyone else might have done—but with the ship moving at full speed, he sprinted straight to the stern and launched himself off the side, away from the churning vortex of the propellers. He saw it for only a second—the swirling circle of foam where Maxine had fallen—and aimed to hit as close as possible. The moment his body hit the water, it felt like a thousand needles pierced his skin. The temperature had to be seven or eight degrees. For a long second, the shock paralyzed him, but survival instinct kicked in hard. He kicked toward the surface and scanned the waves for the spot where the cage was still floating. He swam toward it and dove under as the boat began to maneuver around and the sailors lowered the small rescue skiff. Liam searched desperately, but the water was dark and frigid, the salt stinging his eyes like crystals. His muscles were quickly losing strength, and his mind started going foggy—but he wasn't givin

Maxine smiled softly, as if she couldn't believe that Liam Harrington, the playboy himself, was asking her for something like that. "Are you saying all the kisses I've given you so far have been fake?" she laughed. "Well... I don't know," he replied. "I guess I'll know when you give me a real one." Maxine shook her head in mock condescension, and if she'd had the strength to be surprised, she would've jumped when Liam leaned in... and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Rest," he said. "I'll be right here taking care of you." The truth was Maxine had no idea if Liam was actually capable of taking care of another human being, but she was so exhausted and sore that she had no choice but to close her eyes. The following days were peaceful, though far from comfortable. Once the people in the tiny village learned Liam would be injecting two million dollars into the local economy and creating jobs, they made sure to help him even more. Liam took care of all the licensing paperwork w

Maxine was more worried than she let on. As she drove to the house, she was trying to figure out how much strength she'd regained after being stuck in bed for days with an illness. Her muscles still ached, but adrenaline was pumping through her, and that definitely helped. She left the car outside the property and tracked the spot where the silent alarm had been triggered. She drew her gun and entered the house, noticing the barely visible signs of a forced lock on the laundry room door. She moved quietly, checking each room, until the moment she stepped into one and felt a blow come down on her arms from above, knocking the gun from her hands. A hand clamped down on the back of her neck was too big to be a woman's. The force that slammed her into the wall confirmed it was a man. Maxine froze completely, focusing on what she could see and hear. Something gleamed above her, and she quickly recognized it as a knife. She stomped hard and drove her elbow into the groin behind her, th

If there was one thing Maxine Johnson had in abundance, it was the desire to help others. In the sea of lies she swam in to keep her cover story straight with Liam, there were still plenty of truths—and the fact that she'd grown up in an orphanage was one of them. Unfortunately, for people raised in orphanages, life usually went one of two ways: detachment or responsibility. Maxine had chosen the latter. Growing up without parents was tough, but she'd had good people around her to help her stay on track. That was why giving back felt like the right thing to do. The following week was hectic. Maxine swapped her high heels for low-heeled boots, and Liam was annoyed because even then, his executives couldn't stop drooling over her. They threw themselves into organizing the charity gala before the first cargo ship set sail, and Liam was genuinely surprised to see that Maxine had the organizational power of a general at war. Wherever she moved, people scrambled to follow orders. Fin