All Chapters of Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

In a matter of seconds, he already had the girl's number and she was smiling at him. "And if you didn't come here to buy lingerie, what are you doing here?" she asked. "I'm escorting my boss... and trying not to miss the show." "The show?" the girl asked curiously. "Haven't you heard the scandal about the assistant who got pregnant by Liam Harrington?" Thorne said, pulling out his phone and showing her a picture of Izzy. "Well, my boss is Maxine Johnson, the wife. She came here to meet the pregnant one in secret, right here in your store." "No way," the girl said, eyes wide. "Yup. I just regret signing a confidentiality agreement for my job, or I swear I'd record them!" Thorne grumbled. "Damn! That's some hot gossip. TV stations will pay up to five grand for these kinds of exclusives! You just have to wait for the right moment to sell." The salesgirl looked around, as if trying not to seem too obvious, but then quickly excused herself. "Excuse me just a second, okay? I

Izzy stormed out cursing under her breath, and Liam just squeezed Maxine's hand—grateful and relieved all at once. The interview wrapped up ten minutes later, with them thanking the journalist for "solving" their case—though in truth, Liam didn't buy for a second that some random store employee had just happened to record a private conversation between the two women. "You did it, didn't you?" Liam asked as they drove home. "You got her to confess and made sure it was recorded, right?" Maxine looked at him silently. "You were determined when you came home today. You knew exactly what was going to happen…" "She should've never lied about something like that," Maxine said. "A child is a serious matter. You don't turn it into a scandal or use it just to trap a man—because if a man doesn't want to be with you, not even a child will make him stay. And if he does stay, he'll be miserable forever." Liam nodded as they pulled into the driveway. The gate was empty now—no crowd of reporte

Morrison powered on his computer and accessed the mission files. Maxine immediately recognized Travis's handwriting on the report—but there was no mention of the missiles. Not a single word about them. She grabbed a blank sheet of paper and scribbled, 'I'm sure we found them. There were fifty-two Javelins!' Beneath it, the general wrote, 'Each Javelin costs $174,000. On the black market, they go for twice that. Do the math.' Maxine clenched her fists and slammed them against the desk. This couldn't be real. 'So what? Alcott stole the missiles and sent my whole team to die because we knew about them?' she scrawled furiously. 'More like he sent them to die for 18 million dollars,' was Morrison's reply. And if Maxine hadn't been the hardened woman she was, she might've screamed right there. "This has my full attention, Lieutenant," the general said aloud as she stood up. "You can be certain I won't let this go." Maxine thanked him and left the office like the devil himself

Maxine pressed her lips together and nodded. She turned around, leaned her back against his chest, and rested her head on his shoulder. "Do you really want to hear it?" she murmured. "Yes, of course I do. I always—" but Liam fell silent when he saw her spread her legs and slip her hand under the water, down to that spot between her thighs where the world ended. Maxine's breath came in short gasps as she touched herself. Her skin was sensitive to every touch, and each subtle tension in her muscles made Liam's erection grow harder against her backside. Maxine's hand began moving faster, pleasuring herself with soft moans, and Liam was desperate to be the one doing it for her. As she touched herself, Liam slid one of his hands down to her opening, slipping two fingers inside her without resistance. He could feel how her walls clenched and throbbed, searching for the release he knew all too well how to give her. Liam tried to hold back, but he could barely take it anymore—and jus

"Max! Max! Dammit, where are you going?" Liam shouted, catching up to her. "I'm going back to the inn!" "Through the middle of the damn field?" Liam yelled. "It's not a field—it's just the stupid palace ruins! I'm leaving! I'm tired!" she snapped. "The event's not even over!" "I don't care!" "Damn it, Max! You're gonna drive me crazy—you're not like this! What's going on with you?" he demanded, watching her fists clench. "I don't know!" she cried out, chest heaving. "I don't know! I'm angry, I'm frustrated, I'm…! Damn it, I don't know! I feel like I don't even fit inside my own skin, like I'm going to explode any second now!" Her breathing became shallow, erratic. Liam pulled her into his arms and crashed his mouth onto hers in one swift move. He kissed her there in the darkness, pressing her back against one of the ancient stone walls. His lips devoured hers hungrily, his hands roaming her body as he growled with need. He could feel her trembling under him and pressed