All Chapters of Bride of the Billionaire Beast: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Troy Morrison had always prided himself on being a man of integrity. He was someone who never turned a blind eye to betrayal. But if he was being honest with himself, he would've admitted he'd expected it from anyone but the man who had been his best friend for years. Maybe Liam didn't yet understand the magnitude of what was happening, but the general could see it clearly in Garrett Harrington's eyes: he knew exactly what he'd done. Morrison motioned to Thorne to come closer and gave him a direct order. "Find the highest-ranking officer on my team. And get me a nurse—I need a doctor here, now. I'm getting out of this place," he growled impatiently. Thorne didn't hesitate and left at once. Liam stepped closer, his voice low and tense. "General… what's going on?" he asked, a knot in his throat. He'd been the first one to miss it—whatever this was. "I need to get out of here… there's somewhere I need to go…" the general muttered. "When I have an answer, I'll give it to you, Lia

"He handed her over to be killed." That sentence echoed in Liam's ears like a death sentence. Maybe he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen that cursed photo lying on the table in front of him. His hand trembled as he reached for it. And the moment his fingers brushed the paper, his eyes welled up with tears. In the photo… was Max's lifeless body. She looked so fragile and vulnerable, more than she had ever allowed herself to be. Her brown hair was tangled, soaked in blood, her body dumped between what looked like piles of trash bags. Her eyes were open—empty. Her chest was covered in blood, riddled with bullet wounds, and her limbs were twisted in a way that no living body could lie. Liam gasped for breath, gripped by a terror so raw it threatened to tear him apart. The memories of their last moments together crashed into his mind like a relentless storm. The air felt ripped from his lungs. He felt shattered, knowing that she had suffered so much… The wounds were visi

Liam stared at the deposits across six new bank accounts he had opened. Eight hundred sixty-four million total—what Cassian Wolf had paid for his shares in the company. And just like that, Cassian had become the majority shareholder of Harrington Exports. One week. That was all it had taken for Cassian to reroute the ships to his own company, change port licenses to his name, and do exactly what he'd promised Liam he would: tear the company apart piece by piece and sell it off in chunks. Garrett Harrington had been on the verge of collapse for days. Doctors and ambulances were in and out of the house. He'd screamed, threatened, begged, but it had all been useless. Cassian Wolf wasn't just the majority shareholder anymore—he owned the entire company outright. And he didn't mind losing a couple hundred million to destroy it. After all, wiping out his biggest competitor meant he'd earn far more in the long run. Liam's mother and sisters had tried more than once to get him to "fix" t

Max woke up with a start. That sixth sense of hers—the one that always warned her when she was in danger—was blaring like a siren inside her. She got up quietly and pulled out the gun she kept under the bed, but not before slipping on her graphene vest. She loaded and cocked the pistol, trying not to make a sound, and moved through the narrow corridors of the hideout in complete silence. There was no one around, but she still didn't feel safe. She crept up to one of the hatches and didn't have to wait long before she heard footsteps outside. It was nighttime, and in the three months she'd been there, no one had ever come snooping around. Norsethorne wasn't exactly a town full of teenagers sneaking off to drink where their parents couldn't see them, so this could only mean one thing: they'd found her. Max rushed back to the main cell and quickly gathered her things, holding her breath even though she knew escaping without being seen was unlikely. She grabbed the bag she had alread

Max couldn't believe it. It was his voice. It was really him. But... he looked like he'd aged years, with that long beard, those dirty clothes, and… "Liam…?" she whispered, her voice catching—and then she heard him break down with a quiet sob. "Max!" Liam felt like he was about to lose his mind from pure happiness the moment he saw her face. "Max!" In an instant, the gun hit the ground and he closed the distance between them, pulling her into his chest. Believing she was dead had shattered him. Completely. "Oh my God! You're alive!" Max felt Liam's body tremble with sobs as he hugged her with everything he had. Neither of them could believe what was happening. Max returned the embrace, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt safe. His warmth wrapped around her, and she couldn't stop her own tears from falling. "I thought you were dead… I thought you were dead, my God!" he stammered desperately, kissing her face over and over. "I'm sorry, I couldn't reac