LOGINThe Bloody Auction in ParisThe Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance, casting reflections upon the calm surface of the Seine, yet the atmosphere inside the Hotel Particulier hosting the charity auction that night was far from peaceful. Mavric Thorne stepped out of his black limousine, wearing a bespoke tuxedo from Savile Row that perfectly accentuated his athletic build. However, the attention of all the photographers and elite guests was not focused on him, but on the woman holding his arm.Liora looked stunning in an elegant dark emerald silk gown. The dress was specially designed to conceal her slightly rounding belly from the early stages of pregnancy, yet still radiated the grace of a corporate queen. Her calm face hid a sharp intellect, a stark contrast to the socialites present merely to flaunt their jewelry."Stay close to me, Liora. Do not let go of my hand for a single second," Mavric whispered, his voice low and filled with absolute possession. His eyes constantly sca
The Golden Prison in BelgraviaMornings in Belgravia were usually adorned with the sound of trickling fountains and the chirping of birds in private gardens, but for Liora, those sounds had been replaced by the constant hum of radio frequency scanners and the measured footsteps of elite security teams patrolling the mansion corridors. The Thorne Mansion had changed completely. Every glass window was now coated with high-grade bulletproof polymer, and every door was equipped with retinal scanners.Mavric Thorne no longer went to the office. He had moved his entire operational command center to the mansion’s underground level. Ever since the threat regarding the "true subject" emerged, Mavric had lost interest in everything else except ensuring the safety of Liora and the child she carried.Liora stood on the second-floor balcony, gazing at the tall iron fence now charged with low-voltage electricity. She rubbed her still-flat stomach, feeling anxiety creeping in. She loved Mavric, b
Behind the VictoryThe London sky that morning was a metallic grey, mirroring the towering skyscrapers that once again bore witness to the return of Mavric and Liora Thorne. Their private jet had just touched down on a secluded runway, and the atmosphere inside the cabin still felt like a fragile bubble of peace. After the deadly confrontation in Scotland, the outside world might view them as victors who had successfully dismantled an international syndicate, but behind Mavric’s sharp gaze, he knew that victory was merely a pause between battles.Mavric descended the aircraft steps first, his hand never leaving Liora’s waist. His movements had become far more protective now, bordering on a new kind of obsession. Ever since he had learned of Liora’s pregnancy amidst the ruins of the Isle of Skye laboratory, his territorial instincts had evolved into something much deeper. To him, Liora was no longer just his wife she was the bearer of a future that felt incredibly fragile.“Mavric,
The Final Blood OfferingThe air inside the Fourth Laboratory felt heavy and stagnant, as if time itself had ceased to flow decades ago. The sharp scent of ozone rising from the ageing server equipment mixed with the rich aroma of expensive whisky in Lucas Valerius’s glass created a chilling contrast. Flickering neon lights cast long, distorted shadows across the concrete walls, which were covered in intricate scribblings of chemical formulas and detailed mappings of the human nervous system.Lucas Valerius rose slowly from his chair, straightening his wool suit, which remained impeccably tailored despite his long stay deep within this hidden underground bunker. His eyes fixed upon Liora with a twisted sense of pride the kind of admiration a creator feels toward his most perfect masterpiece.“You look truly beautiful, Liora,” Lucas said softly, his voice smooth yet laced with deadly venom. “You are the very image of your mother, back in the days when she still believed this world
A Dangerous Alliance in the NorthThe storm lashing outside the private hangar at London Stansted Airport seemed the perfect backdrop for this impossible meeting. Mavric Thorne stood tall, his body leaning forward as if ready to pounce, his hand gripping the handle of the pistol concealed beneath his coat. Before him stood Gabriel the man who, only days before, had tried to kill him inside the bunker standing calmly under the harsh glare of the hangar lights.Gabriel’s face stood as a monument to the failure of his previous schemes. The skin on the left side of his face was red and scarred from severe burns, and his left eye, covered by a thick bandage, gave him the appearance of a man who had already lost everything and no longer feared death itself.“You should have rotted away at the bottom of the Alps, Gabriel,” Mavric hissed, his voice hoarse with suppressed rage.Gabriel let out a dry, rasping laugh, a sound like sandpaper grinding against wood. “Death is a luxury reserved f
Rescue in LondonThe sound of shattering glass on the 50th floor of the Thorne Group building rang out like a grenade explosion amid the tense silence of the office. The cold, suffocating halon gas still filled the room, blurring Mavric Thorne’s vision. However, the moment he saw a shadowy figure dragging Liora toward the gaping window, his adrenaline surged beyond the limits of an ordinary human being.“LIORA!” Mavric’s roar was no longer the voice of a CEO, but that of a man whose entire world was being torn away from him.Liora struggled fiercely, driving her elbow hard into the gas mask of one of her captors, but a mild sedative shot landed sharply in her neck. Her body went limp instantly. Before Mavric could reach them, the kidnappers had already leaped out through the broken window, attached to steel cables pulled taut by an unmarked black helicopter hovering steadily outside the towering building.Mavric did not stop. He sprinted toward the jagged edge of the shattered wind
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
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'







