LOGINBattle of BloodThe drawing room of the Thorne‑Valerius Estate, once a symbol of Swiss aristocratic grandeur, had been transformed into a deadly boxing ring. Dust swirled in the swaying light of the chandelier, casting a terrifying atmosphere. In the center of the room stood two men with identical facial features, both breathing heavily. Mavric Thorne, his white shirt now stained with blood and dust, glared at Julian Jr. with pure, unbridled hatred.Julian Jr. grinned an expression that mirrored exactly the way Mavric himself smiled while plotting the ruin of his corporate enemies. He twirled his tactical dagger with practiced ease. “You move slower than your training records suggest, Brother. Has a comfortable married life with Liora made your muscles soft and weak?”Mavric did not rise to the taunt. He dropped into a low stance, his eyes never leaving the movement of Julian Jr.’s shoulders. “You are nothing but data on paper, Julian. You were raised and trained in a controlled
Return to HellThe cold wind blew fiercely across the tarmac at London City Airport as Thorne Group’s Gulfstream G650 private jet prepared for take‑off. Inside the luxurious yet tense cabin, Mavric Thorne sat in silence, a glass of whiskey in his hand that he had not touched. His gaze was fixed on a tablet screen displaying the flight route to Zurich, Switzerland the city that stood as a silent witness to the beginning of every curse that had befallen his life and Liora’s.Liora sat opposite him, her fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard of her ultra‑thin laptop. Though she had only recently recovered from the neurotoxin attack, her sharp intellect had not diminished in the slightest. Her pale complexion lent her an air of cold, lethal beauty, like a queen carefully drafting her war strategy.“Julian Jr. landed in Zurich just ten minutes ago, using a fake diplomatic passport,” Liora said without shifting her eyes from the screen. “He’s heading to the Thorne‑Valerius Estate o
War of Two FacesThe morning sun over London should have brought calm after the storm at Blackwood Docks, yet for Mavric Thorne, this dawn felt like the beginning of his own personal apocalypse. Inside the VIP ward at St. Mary’s Hospital, the 60‑inch television screen remained frozen on the face of the man who called himself Julian Thorne Jr. He was not merely similar; he was a mirror image of Mavric from ten years ago sharp, cold, and radiating the same predatory aura.Mavric stood before the large window, staring at his own reflection in the dark glass. He touched his jawline, then looked back at the screen. A wave of revulsion twisted in his stomach. The knowledge that his own father, Julian Thorne Sr., had created a genetic “backup” in case he ever failed shattered Mavric’s self‑worth as a son.“Mavric… stop looking at him,” Liora’s voice came softly yet firmly from the hospital bed.Mavric turned, his eyes dark with a depth of darkness Liora had never seen before. How can I sto
Moments on the Brink of DeathThe air inside the bunker at Blackridge Industrial Park was thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder and chemicals. Mavric Thorne paid no attention to Sophia, who had fled into the darkness of the underground tunnels. His entire focus rested on one single point: Liora, now lying rigid and frozen on the medical chair, her eyes wide open yet unable to blink.“Liora! Liora, listen to my voice!” Mavric roared as he cut through the cable bindings around her wrists.He checked her pulse at her neck. It was faint, very faint. Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps; every intake of air seemed a heavy struggle against her chest muscles, which were steadily stiffening. The neurotoxin Sophia had injected was not meant to kill instantly, but to shut down the body’s autonomic functions slowly, yet inevitably.“Sebastian! Get the medical helicopter airborne now! I don’t care about flight permits tonight! If anyone tries to stop us, tell them I’ll buy up the entir
The Ghost’s Trail in ZurichLondon had just passed the darkest midnight in the history of the Thorne family. Standing atop Tower Bridge, now swarming with police sirens and flashing blue lights, Mavric Thorne woke to a piercing pain at the back of his head. The scent of that disabling purple gas still lingered in his throat bitter and dry.“Liora…” he whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling.He tried to stand, but his legs felt like rubber. He looked around, his eyes red‑rimmed with rage and despair. Sebastian’s black van lay wrecked against the road barrier. His mother, Eleanor, was unconscious in the back seat, a gash across her forehead. But what made Mavric’s heart stop beating was the empty front passenger seat.The van’s door hung wide open, swinging in the sharp wind blowing off the River Thames. On the wet asphalt, Mavric found a small scrap of silk a handkerchief Liora always kept in her pocket. There was a faint stain of blood on it, and an empty plastic syringe still
The Son’s SacrificeHeavy rain lashed East London, turning Blackwood Docks into a maze of rusted iron containers and pools of muddy water. Floodlights atop the old harbor watchtower rotated sluggishly, cutting through the thick fog that shrouded the River Thames. Mavric Thorne stood in the open yard, his black suit now soaked through and clinging to his broad shoulders. In his hand, he held only a small black briefcase containing the hard drive Konstantin had demanded the full recovery of Thorne Group’s most confidential data.“I’m here, Konstantin! Let her go!” Mavric’s voice boomed, defying the roar of the storm.From the shadows of a vast warehouse, Konstantin Thorne emerged. He looked like an elegant old devil, a black umbrella held in his right hand. Behind him, Eleanor Thorne was bound to an old wooden chair, her face marked with bruises and swelling. Fastened to Eleanor’s chest, a small electronic device flashed with a steadily quickening rhythm a pressure bomb wired direc
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
The Hidden VeinThe joy of the successful board meeting didn't last long.By 6:00 AM the next morning, the "Azure Guardian" project hit its first wall of steel.Liora was in the Azure design studio when Leo Vance rushed in, his face ashen."Liora, we have a problem. A catastrophic one."Liora didn'
The VisionaryThe new boardroom of Azure Jewelry smelled of fresh paint and expensive espresso.The air was no longer thick with the stagnant scent of Silas's cigars. Instead, it felt electric, charged with the nervous energy of the young team Liora had gathered.The fifteen seats that were previou
The Devil’s FascinationThe study in Thorne Manor was silent, except for the rapid-fire clicking of a keyboard.Liora was leaning forward, her eyes reflecting lines of complex data. She wasn't looking at fashion sketches anymore.She was looking at the Thorne Group’s core logistics algorithm.Earli







