MasukThe Iron Empress of ThorneDust and granite debris from the Gauthier & Fils Bank building still filled the cold Zurich air. The elite rescue team of the Thorne Group, led by Leo Vance whose face was covered in burn wounds, worked frantically using hydraulic laser cutters.At a depth of fifty meters, the steel door of vault number 7 was finally breached. However, the sight inside froze everyone in their tracks.Mavric Thorne sat leaning against the dented steel wall, his body covered in white dust. He held Liora tightly in his embrace, his head bowed to protect her chest. He did not move. His heartbeat was barely perceptible, yet his arms remained locked around her waist, as if even in death, he would never let go."Sir! Madam!" Leo shouted, immediately checking their pulses.Liora coughed, gasping for the fresh air seeping through the crack in the door. Her eyes slowly opened, stinging from the dust. The first thing she felt was Mavric's stiff embrace."Alex... Mavric, wake up
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 elegant black shoulder brace beneath his cashmere trench coat. Beside him, Liora walked wearing large sunglasses, dressed in black leather pants and a faux fur coat that gave her the aura of a corporate femme fatale."Welcome to Switzerland, Mrs. Thorne," Mavric whispered, wrapping his healthy right arm around Liora's waist, pulling her close as if he feared the cold wind would take his wife away."Focus, Mavric," Liora replied softly but firmly. "We are not here for a vacation.”“Safety deposit box number 7 at Gauthier & Fils Bank is the only remaining key left by my mother."Mavric kissed Liora's temple. "Everything is arranged. I bought 15% of the bank's shares this morning through shell co
One week after the tragedy at the docks, the Thorne Enterprise building in central London stood like an impenetrable military fortress. On the top floor, inside the CEO's office now heavily guarded by private paramilitary units, Mavric Thorne sat in his grand chair. His left shoulder was still wrapped in a brace, yet his gaze was as sharp as ever, like an eagle stalking its prey.However, the chair across his desk was no longer empty. There, Liora Thorne now officially serving as the CEO of Thorne-White Global Security stared intently at a row of holographic monitors displaying rapidly moving data graphs."You should be resting, Mavric," Liora said without turning around. "The doctor said your stitches haven't fully healed yet."Mavric took a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving his wife's back. "Watching you destroy my enemies is a far more effective medicine than any morphine, Liora."Mavric stood up, walking slowly towards Liora. He placed his right hand on her sh
Blood and RedemptionThe gunshot shattered the silence of the old London docks with a deafening roar. The high-caliber bullet sliced through the cold air, aimed directly at Elena Thorne's heart.In a fraction of a second that seemed to freeze, Liora's world slowed down. She saw the flash of fire from a distance from the warehouse roof across the river. But before she could react, a large shadow lunged toward her."LIORA!"Mavric Thorne did not hesitate. He thought not of his throne, nor his reputation, nor his own safety. He leaped, shielding her small frame with his massive body, tackling his wife behind a stack of hard wooden pallets.CRACK!It was not the sound of wood breaking, but the sound of bullet meeting flesh and bone.Liora gasped as she felt Mavric's weight crushing down on her. But something warm and thick began to seep into her dress. The sharp scent of iron filled her senses."Mav...?" Liora whispered, her voice trembling violently.Mavric panted heavily, his usu
The Ghost in the MachineThe storm lashed against London as if nature itself mourned the shattering of a promise within the Thorne Manor. Inside the cold underground chamber, Mavric Thorne still knelt on the concrete floor, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Before him, the blue files of "The White Protocol" lay scattered, the pages stained by tears that rarely fell from the eyes of the dragon."Elena..." he whispered, his voice hollow, as if his soul had just been violently torn from his body.In the corner of the room, Eleanor Thorne stood tall, looking down at her son with cold eyes devoid of any sympathy. "Stand up, Mavric.”Stop mourning over the daughter of a traitor. You are a Thorne. “Your blood is worth far more than your tears."Mavric slowly rose to his feet. He turned around, and Eleanor unconsciously took a step back. Mavric's eyes no longer held sadness; instead, there was only pure, dense darkness."If you touch her again... if you utter one
The Throne’s DeclarationTonight, London’s sky was starless, as if dark clouds had gathered deliberately to conceal the grandeur unfolding at Thorne Plaza. The skyscraper emitted blue laser beams that pierced the sky, symbolizing the Thorne Group’s absolute dominance over Britain’s technology world following the phenomenal acquisition of Vanguard Tech.Inside the main hall, thousands of elite guests from the Prime Minister and nobles to oil tycoons had gathered. They were all present for one reason: Mavric Thorne was about to announce a "Pivotal Declaration" that would forever change the face of corporate power.In the private dressing room, Liora stood before a massive mirror. She wore a sleek black silk wedding gown a special request from Mavric, who wanted to show their marriage was not merely a sacred union, but an impenetrable alliance of darkness. The dress was studded with thousands of tiny diamonds that glittered like a galaxy with every movement.Liora’s hands trembled as







