MasukThe Bloody ThroneThe Shard stood towering and arrogant, piercing London’s grey clouds a glass spear symbolizing absolute power. On the 72nd floor, in the boardroom surrounded by a 360-degree view of the city, the atmosphere was colder than the air at that altitude. Twenty of the most influential figures in Europe’s financial industry sat around a massive mahogany table. At the head of the table sat Damian, clad in a flawless charcoal-grey suit, a faint smile radiating the confidence of a winner who already held every ace in the deck."Our time is nearly up, gentlemen," Damian said, his voice smooth yet laced with forced authority. "Mavric Thorne has failed in his duties. He allowed personal emotions to endanger our assets in Switzerland and London. Pursuant to emergency clauses, I call for a vote to remove him permanently."The directors whispered among themselves. Most had been bribed or threatened by Konstantin through Damian. But just before the gavel could strike, the double
The Shadow of the ReplacementThe London sky looked like a gloomy grey canvas as Mavric Thorne’s private jet touched down at Farnborough private airport. There was no red carpet welcome this time. Instead, there was a line of black bulletproof SUVs and dozens of fully armed security personnel led by Sebastian Vane. Mavric stepped down the aircraft stairs, carrying Liora wrapped in a thick wool blanket. Although Liora’s condition had stabilized after receiving the catalyst in Zurich, Mavric refused to let his wife’s feet touch the asphalt."Take her to the Mayfair mansion. Prepare a Level 1 medical team to monitor her heartbeat every second," Mavric ordered, his voice cold and sharp as a blade's edge.Liora tried to pull away slightly from Mavric’s embrace. "Alex, I can walk on my own. I feel much better."Instead, Mavric tightened his hold, his eyes gazing at her with an intensity of possessiveness that was almost suffocating. "No, Liora. You have just returned from the brink of d
The Covenant Written in BloodThe air inside the underground Zurich laboratory was as freezing as the ice covering the Alps outside. Flickering neon lights cast an eerie glow over the confrontation between two powerful men in the shadows of the corporate world. Mavric Thorne stood firm, his weapon still aimed at the man claiming to be Marcus Valerius."Lower your gun, Mavric. You don't want your hand shaking when you inject this catalyst into your wife's body, do you?" Marcus Valerius spoke in a calm yet intimidating voice. He raised the vial containing the glowing blue liquid the only hope for Liora’s survival.Cold sweat trickled down Mavric’s back. His possessiveness over Liora made him feel as though his heart was being crushed. On the lab table, Liora breathed in short, ragged gasps, her heart rate monitor showing a rhythm slowing to a dangerous halt."What do you want, Marcus? If you are truly her uncle, you wouldn't let her die," Mavric growled.Marcus laughed, a dry sound t
Ground Zero in the AlpsThe roar of the Thorne Group’s private Gulfstream G650 jet engines thundered at 40,000 feet, cutting through the darkness of night toward Zurich, Switzerland. Inside the luxurious cabin, the atmosphere was far from calm. The cabin lights were dimmed, leaving only the glow of medical monitors connected to Liora’s body.Mavric Thorne sat beside the emergency medical bed set up in the center of the cabin. His face, usually radiating authority, now looked gaunt. Dark circles hung under his eyes, and his black shirt was disheveled, stained with sweat and dust from the battle at the Tower of London. He held Liora’s hand, which felt ice-cold, occasionally kissing her knuckles with a desperation he never showed to the world."Her body temperature has dropped again to 34 degrees Celsius, Sir," reported Dr. Aris, Mavric’s personal trusted physician who had just joined them in London. "Her nervous system is shutting down. If we do not find the antidote or the recovery
The Labyrinth of the Blood TowerA light drizzle began to dampen the ancient stones of the Tower of London, a fortress that had witnessed thousands of years of betrayal and executions. Under the cover of darkness, the shadow of the White Tower loomed like a giant watching over the River Thames. To Mavric Thorne, this place was no longer merely a historical site; it was the arena where he would retrieve his mother or end the Konstantin bloodline forever.Mavric checked his weapon magazine one last time. He wore a fitted black carbon tactical suit, designed to absorb light. Beside him, Liora stood with a gaze just as sharp. Although Mavric had insisted she stay in hiding, Liora flatly refused. She knew that only her mind could hack the ancient security systems modified by The Labyrinth."Two locations, Alex. Westminster is the bait to draw the national security forces, while the Tower of London is where they keep their valuable 'assets'," Liora whispered through the encrypted commun
The Siege of Canary WharfStrong winds blew from the direction of the River Thames, carrying the cold scent of brackish water onto the balcony of the 45th-floor penthouse. London below looked like a giant, pulsating electronic circuit, but to Mavric Thorne, every streetlight now felt like the eyes of an enemy watching him. After Eleanor was taken or "rescued" by Konstantin’s units the previous night, Canary Wharf was no longer merely a financial center; it had become a besieged fortress.Mavric stood in the central control room, staring at rows of monitors displaying the building's perimeter. He was no longer dressed casually; he wore a tactical vest beneath his black shirt, and a weapon holster was strapped to his thigh. His face, usually handsome and arrogant, was now hardened, his jaw set firmly."They have cut off our logistics access at the private dock," Sebastian Vane reported through his headset. "London police are busy with an 'emergency drill' in Westminster, which means
Thunder in the MediterraneanThe sky over the Mediterranean Sea that night stretched like an endless black canvas, until pale blue flashes of light split the darkness. Dozens of stealth parachutes glided down from private jets flying high beyond the detection range of The Siren. Below, the Omni-T
The Ghost in the MachineThe medical recovery room at Thorne Manor felt so quiet, interrupted only by the steady beeping of the EKG machine monitoring Liora’s heartbeat. Moonlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, illuminating Liora’s face pale as marble. She lay still, yet her mind remaine
The Half-TruthDawn had not yet broken over the London skyline, but inside the main laboratory of Thorne Manor, the space glowed brighter than midday. Liora Thorne sat upright, her fingers dancing across a transparent keyboard with the precision of a neurosurgeon. Beside her, Mavric stood like an
The Devil's TransparencyThe explosion on Level 0B of Thorne Tower slowly subsided, leaving behind a pungent stench of sulfur and burnt metal. At the shattered doorway, Silas White and Miles Thorne were forced to retreat. The Nemesis Protocol activated by Liora was more than just electronic inter







