로그인The Alliance of TraitorsThe neon lights of Marina Bay Sands reflected vividly across the surface of the glass table inside a private suite on the 50th floor. The atmosphere within the room was as cold as ice, even though the air conditioning was set to a normal temperature. Mavric Thorne sat in an ergonomic wheelchair; his right leg, fractured during the incident in Sulawesi, was encased in white plaster that stood out starkly against his expensive tailored trousers. Yet despite his physical condition, the commanding aura radiating from him remained completely undiminished.Opposite him stood Liora Thorne who had now fully set aside her alias “The Ghost” and embraced her role as the matriarch of the Thorne Group studying a large monitor displaying real-time movements across the global stock markets.“Eleanor could never have escaped without powerful internal assistance, Mavric,” Liora said, her voice calm yet possessing a razor-sharp edge. “Someone unlocked her cell door from dee
Resurrection and RetributionGunpowder dust and limestone fragments swirled through the air, creating a suffocating grey haze inside the cavern housing the Nusantara laboratory. The deafening blast of the missiles fired from Marguerite de Montfort’s helicopter still rang painfully in Liora’s ears, a high-pitched frequency that seemed to pierce right through her. Emerging from the thick smoke, the woman who should have been reduced to ashes twenty years prior stood with terrifying grace. Marguerite de Montfort, clad in black tactical gear and possessing eyes as cold as polar ice, stepped over the rubble as though she were the very mistress of death itself.“You have your mother’s eyes, Liora,” Marguerite’s voice echoed, smooth yet sharp as a razor’s edge. “But sadly, you also inherited her foolishness the belief that a Thorne’s love could shield you from the destiny written in your very blood.”In another corner of the cavern, Mavric Thorne lay trapped beneath the wreckage of a sto
Mist Over the Land of KingsSurya’s Bell 412 helicopter sliced through thick banks of cloud shrouding the mountains of South Sulawesi. Far below, the dense green expanse of the tropical rainforest seemed endless, broken only by towering limestone cliffs a stark contrast to the concrete jungles of London or Madrid they had just left behind. To Mavric Thorne, this place felt like another planet. But for Liora, there was a strange tug deep within her chest, as if every gust of wind carried whispers from a past long buried.“We’re almost there,” Surya shouted over the roar of the helicopter’s engines. “The village down there is the gateway to your father’s place of seclusion. Here, the laws of Jakarta hold no power. Only customary law and honour prevail.”Mavric clasped Liora’s hand tightly. His tactical leather gloves felt cool to the touch, but his palm was warm. “Don’t stray far from me, Liora. I don’t care who your uncle is or who your father is. In a remote place like this, dange
Feast in the Heart of the TigerThe humid, sweltering air of Jakarta seemed to seep through the pores of Mavric Thorne’s custom Savile Row suit.However, what troubled him more than the tropical temperature was the middle-aged man standing in front of his private jet at Soekarno-Hatta Airport.The man, who introduced himself as Surya, possessed an aura that belonged only to those who had long reigned in the grey zone between law and crime.The scorpion tattoo on his arm was not merely decoration; it was a mark of authority."You brought quite a few guards with you, Mr. Thorne," Surya said, puffing on his clove cigar, its distinct aroma filling the tarmac. "But in Jakarta, the number of weapons guarantees no safety. What matters is who you know."Mavric pulled Liora closer, his arm wrapping possessively around her waist, making no attempt to hide it."I didn't come here for lessons in etiquette, Surya. I am here for business... and for answers."Liora stared at Surya with sharp yet pr
The Jakarta ConnectionSilence enveloped the master bedroom of Thorne Manor, a stark contrast to the bloody chaos at the port of Dover just hours ago. Moonlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the shattered glass on the floor and an old photograph lying amidst the debris. Liora White sat on the edge of the bed, her breathing still heavy. Her hands, usually so steady when hacking the world's most complex firewalls, were now trembling violently.In her other hand, she held a piece of paper left behind by Eleanor a final secret designed to shatter Liora’s sanity right when she thought she had won.Project Nusantara - 2005. Find the man with the scorpion tattoo in Jakarta."Liora?" Mavric’s deep voice broke the silence.Mavric entered the room, having changed into a black silk robe after washing away the remnants of blood from the battle at the docks. He immediately sensed that something was wrong. His eyes shifted from the broken glass to the photograph Liora had dro
The Dover BloodbathThe cold sea wind swept across the port of Dover, carrying a sharp scent of salt and rust. Under the dim glow of the docklights, a suffocating tension enveloped container number 404, which had just been blown open. Liora White stood frozen, staring at the man she had once considered her only remaining family. Thomas White stood there, his gun aimed directly at Mavric Thorne's heart. Beside him, Victor Volkov the mastermind of the international syndicate smiled with satisfaction, as if watching a perfect theatrical performance."Thomas... how could you?" Liora’s voice trembled, not from fear, but from boiling rage. "I got you across the border. I gave you a chance to atone for your sins against Mother!"Thomas laughed dryly, his sunken eyes radiating pure greed. "Sins? Liora, you are just as naive as your mother. In this world, morality is a luxury for those who have no debts. Volkov offered me absolute freedom and access to the Thorne endowment funds in Switzer
The Polyglot QueenThe air in the main library of Thorne Manor that afternoon was heavy with the scent of beeswax and old leather-bound books. Beatrice Thorne had invited several high-ranking diplomats’ wives and colleagues from the "Council" for an extremely exclusive afternoon tea gathering.Yet
The Emerald ViperThe morning sun at Thorne Manor had never felt so cold. Though golden light streamed through the crystal windows of the main dining hall, the atmosphere around the long table felt like a frozen battlefield. Liora sat to Mavric’s right the seat legally hers by right but at the fa
The Global AscendanceThe world didn’t just welcome the launch of the Azure Smart Jewelry line; it devoured it ravenously. Within forty-eight hours of Liora Thorne taking the stage at Azure Forge, the "Phoenix Heart" pendant had become the most sought-after luxury item in internet search history.
Scars of the AbyssThe sterile smell of the Thorne Private Hospital had been replaced by the scent of rain and old cedar.Mavric had been moved back to the manor two days after the surgery.He had refused to stay in the hospital a moment longer than necessary, citing that "the walls were too white







