로그인The Viper in the GardenLondon welcomed the return of Mavric and Liora with a thick fog that shrouded the iron gates of Thorne Manor. The ancestral home of the Thorne family was usually a symbol of Mavric’s power and authority, but today, the atmosphere felt different. Rows of black Bentley cars were neatly parked in the driveway, and uniformed servants stood in line with tense faces, as if they were awaiting the arrival of a queen who had just won a war.Mavric stepped down from his private helicopter first, his hand still gripping Liora’s fingers tightly. His possessiveness had not diminished in the slightest after the events in the Alps; in fact, now that he knew Liora’s true identity as "The Ghost," he felt as though the entire world was trying to steal his wife away."Remember, Liora," Mavric whispered as they walked toward the main entrance. "No matter what my mother says, no matter what she brings into this house... you are the only Mistress Thorne here."Liora looked at th
The Grand UnveilingThe cold air of the Alps pierced to the bone, but the tension inside Chateau de l'Ombre was far more freezing. The roar of the Thorne Group helicopter blades thundered outside, creating an artificial snowstorm that obscured the view. Inside the dark bunker room, Liora White steadied her breathing. She was no longer sitting in the corner like a helpless prisoner. Her fingers danced with incredible speed across the bunker's security control panel, which she had successfully dismantled using a hairpin and a short circuit from a bedside lamp."You think this concrete can hold me, Father?" Liora whispered into the darkness.On the small screen she had hacked into, Liora saw Mavric Thorne rappel down from the helicopter. The man looked like a god of death clad in a black tactical coat, his face rigid with cold fury. Behind him, an elite security team moved with military precision not fantasy soldiers, but professional mercenaries paid by Mavric to do what the law co
The Alpine PrisonSnow fell silently over the Alps, shrouding the sharp peaks in a deceptive stillness. The Chateau de l'Ombre resort stood majestically on the edge of a cliff, an architectural masterpiece accessible only by helicopter or a single private cable car route. To the outside world, it was an exclusive retreat for billionaires. To Liora White, it was a gilded prison.Liora stood on her balcony, twirling the black rose she had found on her bed. The short message from her father, Thomas White, still echoed in her mind. How could he know she was here? How could he breach the impregnable private security system of Mavric Thorne?"You always loved the mountain views, didn't you, Liora?"The voice came from the open doorway. A middle-aged man walked in calmly. He wore a charcoal cashmere suit, looking impeccable and authoritative, like a senior diplomat. There were no burn scars, no signs of death. The Thomas White standing there was a man who had spent twenty years building
The Sin of the ChildThe lakeside villa was supposed to be a sanctuary, an oasis where Mavric and Liora could forget the smell of gunpowder and the coldness of prison cells. Yet, for Liora, the silence of this night felt even more suffocating than the interrogation room at New Scotland Yard.The firelight danced against the walls, casting shadows of Mavric, who was asleep on the sofa after taking the final dose of antidote. His face looked peaceful, a stark contrast to the storm he had unleashed just hours earlier to save Liora.Liora sat on the floor, leaning against the old oak table. On her lap rested a black, unmarked laptop the device she had used to hack into Lady Eleanor’s private servers before the old woman was exiled."One more folder," Liora whispered to herself. Her eyes, red from lack of sleep, stared at the encryption progress bar. "Just one last secret you kept hidden, Eleanor. What made you so sure I would leave Mavric if I knew the truth?"Click.The encryption bro
The Gilded Cage and the Ghost of WhiteThe London sky was grey this morning, as if even the clouds were reluctant to witness the tragedy about to unfold in front of the old warehouse in the East End. Police sirens wailed, shattering the usual silence of the industrial district. Dozens of patrol cars formed a tight barricade, with countless barrels of guns aimed at the exit of the Thorne family’s secret storage facility.Inside, Liora stood frozen before the monitor screen. Her hands, still wrapped in bandages from her recent blood donation, trembled slightly not out of fear, but from shock. The man on the screen the man standing beside the Police Commissioner bore the same burn scars, the same jaw structure, and the same piercing eyes as her father, Thomas White.“That can’t be…” Liora whispered. “I saw his grave. I saw the autopsy report.”Mavric Thorne stepped closer, forcing his still weak body to stand tall. He wrapped an arm around Liora’s shoulders, offering warmth that contra
The Venom of the Golden MatriarchThe steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only rhythm filling the silence of the secret warehouse. Mavric Thorne lay there, his face pale, but the blackness in his veins was slowly fading, replaced by a healthy, crimson glow. Beside him, Liora sat exhausted on a wooden chair. Her arm was wrapped in white bandages, still slightly stained with fresh red blood the blood she had just transferred into her husband's body to neutralize the Genesis poison.Liora felt dizzy. Losing so much blood in such a short time made her feel as if her soul was floating outside her body. Yet, her eyes remained fixed on Mavric's face."You need to rest, Miss Liora," whispered Leo Vance, handing her a cup of warm tea loaded with sugar. "You have done more than enough. The medical team says Sir Mavric will wake up within a few hours."Liora took the glass with trembling hands. "I won't leave until he opens his eyes, Leo. Damien is still out there. Caelum is still brea
The Zurich EncryptionThe Zurich sky above Lake Zurich looked gray, covered by light snow falling in the early autumn. The bone-chilling air did not stop the Thorne Enterprise private jet from landing smoothly on the exclusive runway.Mavric Thorne stepped out of the plane, still wearing an elegan
The New Queen of VanguardThe morning at Vanguard Tech had never felt this suffocating. Since eight o'clock, rumors of a sudden takeover by the Thorne Group had spread like wildfire across dry grass. Employees gathered in the lobby, whispering with pale faces. The news that Duke Julian Vane had
The Gala of ThornsTonight, the British Museum had been transformed into the epicenter of the world’s tech community. Ancient marble pillars were illuminated by futuristic blue neon lights, creating a stark contrast between history and the future. Luxury cars lined the street, dropping off billio
The Lion's DenThat morning, the atmosphere at Canary Wharf felt as heavy as lead. The magnificent Thorne Group skyscraper seemed to be holding its breath. On the 70th floor, inside the executive boardroom with walls lined in rare mahogany wood and bulletproof glass, the mood was far more suffoca







