ログイン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
The 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
Shadows of the White PhoenixThe night before the Azure Gala was supposed to be a night of calm for Liora Thorne. Yet calm was a luxury she no longer possessed. Behind the tightly locked laboratory door, Liora sat surrounded by the blue glow of dozens of holographic monitors floating in the air.
The King’s DeclarationThe storm that lashed the city overnight left the morning air damp and cool at Thorne Manor. Yet the temperature in Mavric’s private library was far more frigid. Beatrice Thorne stood in the middle of the room; her usually haughty face looked wilted, with lines of exhaustio
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
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







