บททั้งหมดของ Bride of the Billionaire Beast: บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

Liam felt like he was going to explode with joy. Right in front of him was the love of his life—his lost wife, his Max. For months he'd searched, holding onto nothing but hope, and he'd almost given up believing he'd ever find her again. Now she was here, in his arms, alive. He couldn't believe it. Runi slowly lowered the gun, her heart racing, eyes wide with shock. No one had dared touch her in over a year—no one—especially not in Omar's presence. She was stunned. Deep down, part of her understood why this man was calling her by another name. But she didn't want to believe it. A thousand questions spun in her mind, but she was terrified that the answer might actually be real. "Max…" Liam pulled back just enough to cup her face in his hands. "Max, what's going on? Why didn't you tell me it was you? Why didn't you come back with me…?" But she just stared at him blankly, as if she had no idea what he was talking about. "Max… you don't know who I am?" Runi backed away in fear, shaki

Max was more nervous than she'd been in a long time as she stepped into the courtyard of Liam's new house. It had been many months since the last time she'd seen her son, and the worst part was… she didn't remember him. Derrick was something she felt deep in her gut, like an instinct. But he wasn't in her memory. Her nerves were overwhelming. But Liam was right beside her, holding her hand tightly in his. "Don't be scared," he said with a reassuring smile. "He'll remember you. I promise." He opened the front door, and they walked through the house toward the garden, where Liam knew Derrick would be. Max could feel her heartbeat getting faster with every step, until finally—there he was. A beautiful little boy sat on the grass, surrounded by toy cars, watched closely by an older man. "Max!" Leon called out, his face lighting up the second he saw her. Liam leaned toward her and murmured, "He's gonna hug you. Try not to kill him. He loves you too." Sure enough, a second la

Max relaxed and leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his skin and how natural it felt to be so close to him. "Mmm… orders? What kind of orders?" she asked with a playful smile. Liam didn't answer right away—he just lowered his gaze and gently brushed his fingers along the back of Max's neck. She shivered from the sensation, a chill running down her spine at his touch. She was drawn to Liam, no doubt about it. She didn't even want to pull away when their bodies started brushing together in the warm water. "Liam…" she whispered as his hands caressed her back. "Wait, I… I'm sorry. I still don't remember you." Liam hugged her tighter and rested his forehead against hers, breathing deeply. "I know. But that's just your brain—and that's only a small part of you," he murmured. "The heart has memory too, Max. More than you think." He traced his fingertips along the skin of her chest and slid his hands down to her hips, and Max couldn't stop the soft purring sound that escaped her

Liam felt like his heart was going to stop at any second, but the moment she walked through the door with that smile, his whole world lit up again. Max ran into his arms, then scooped up their son and smothered him with love. "Is it all over?" he asked anxiously, watching her nod. "Yes. It's all over now." Liam let out a deep sigh of relief, though he didn't even dare ask how exactly Max had "handled" the problem. But he wouldn't be in suspense for long, because that very afternoon, while Max and their son napped, Liam got a call from the police asking him to come down to the station immediately for something related to his father. Liam braced himself, asking Leon to stay on extra alert while he stepped out. He was almost mentally preparing for a visit to the morgue… but instead, he was surprised when a guard led him to one of the holding cells and pointed at Garrett Harrington sitting on one of those narrow bunks. He was wrapped in a blanket and wearing mismatched socks. "Do

Introduction Charlotte had always been the golden girl, the perfect daughter, the one everyone adored—until the night she committed the ultimate betrayal. She slept with her sister's fiancé on the night of their engagement party. That was the moment everything fell apart. The screaming. The shame. Her private journals exposed, full of tender confessions about her feelings for Blake. And no one believed her when she swore she'd never do anything to hurt her sister. But the worst part was Blake's rejection. The disgust in his eyes. The cold certainty in his voice when he told her he would never, ever forgive her. Her parents told everyone she was being sent away to boarding school. In reality, they threw her out with nothing but a duffel bag and a few dollars in her pocket. In heartbreak, a soul either shatters or hardens. And when someone shows up offering the perfect armor, would you really say no? Forget or get revenge? Redemption or love? Come back to forgive... or come b