Se connecterThe Final JudgmentToday, the Central London Courthouse is surrounded by hundreds of journalists from around the world. The name "Liora White" or now better known as "Mrs. Thorne" has dominated Google searches for the past seventy-two hours. The plagiarism scandal, illegal labor practices, and money laundering involving the White Group have been the most explosive news story of the year.Inside the grand, high-ceilinged courtroom, the atmosphere feels bitterly cold. Silas White sits in the defendant’s chair in a dull-looking suit, his usually neat hair disheveled, and his eyes sunken from lack of sleep. Beside him, Victoria White keeps covering her face with a silk scarf, trying to avoid camera flashes from behind the glass door.The large courtroom doors swing open. Steady footsteps echo throughout the room.Mavric Thorne enters first, exuding an aura of power that makes everyone hold their breath. However, when he turns and extends his hand, all attention shifts completely. L
The Reclaimed LegacyThe echo of Sofia White’s audio confession still vibrated through the air of the Grand London Ballroom. The silence that followed was not one of peace, but of judgment. On stage, Victoria White looked like a wax statue beginning to melt under the scorching spotlight. Her emerald green gown, which she had boasted about earlier, now felt like prison attire.Liora stepped forward, passing the models who stood rigid. Each step she took on the wooden stage sounded like the toll of a death knell for Victoria’s career. Mavric stood below the stage, both hands tucked into his trouser pockets, his sharp eyes never leaving Liora. He was ready to charge if anyone dared to touch his wife.“Victoria,” Liora’s voice broke the silence. It was not loud, yet it carried a strong resonance to the very back row. “You said this collection was the product of your soul’s search.”“Now the world knows your soul is nothing but an empty room filled with stolen goods.”Victoria lift
The Rat in the CornerThe rest of the night after the Global Gala brought no peace to anyone, especially not at the White family residence. Inside his lavish yet now suffocating study, Silas White was in a rage. He hurled a porcelain vase worth thousands of pounds against the wall, his breathing ragged like a wounded bull.“How is this possible?! How could that bitch have all those records?!” Silas roared at Victoria, who could only sob uncontrollably on the sofa.“Father, all the journalists are outside the house! They’re calling me a thief! White Group stocks have plummeted 40% in just two hours!” Victoria screamed in desperation. “All those Dubai investors you were so proud of have pulled out! We’re finished, Father!”Silas stopped his rampage. “His bloodshot eyes fixed on the secret safe behind the oil painting on the wall. “Not yet. We’re not finished. I still have emergency funds in an offshore account in the Cayman Islands. “We leave tonight. Get your passport we’ll hea
The Fallen PhoenixThe main hall of the Grand London Ballroom glittered beneath thousands of Bohemian crystal lamps. The clink of champagne flutes and elegant orchestra music filled the room, creating a facade of perfection for the attending elite. Yet beneath the luxury, Liora Thorne could feel a tense electric current in the air. She walked beside Mavric, her hand covered in white silk gloves linked through the firm arm of her husband.Every eye was on them. Liora was no longer the "White family’s poor unfortunate girl" who was often gossiped about. Tonight, she was the center of gravity. Her Phoenix gown seemed to catch every light in the room, making even other renowned designer dresses look pale in comparison."Stay by my side, Liora," Mavric whispered softly, his voice only audible to her. "There are many wolves here who want to bring you down just to see how I’ll react."Liora glanced at Mavric with a sharp, subtle smile. "Don’t worry, Mavric.”“Those wolves don’t know
The Calm Before the StormThe air in London that morning felt colder than usual, yet the atmosphere inside Thorne Manor was heated by unspoken anticipation. Today was the Global Fashion & Tech Gala, an annual event that served as a beacon for socialites, investors, and industry leaders. To the world, it was a showcase of luxury. To Liora Thorne, it was a death sentence execution for those who had destroyed her life in the past.Liora stood on the balcony of her room, gazing out at the vast maze garden below. She wore a black silk bathrobe that contrasted with her porcelain-smooth pale skin. On the desk behind her, her personal laptop now cleared of all traces of Ghost Mode from the night before displayed the latest data on the Gala’s logistics."Victoria has hired thirty top-tier models for her show," Liora murmured to herself. "She’s spent nearly all of White Group’s remaining capital to book the main hall.”“She’s truly staked everything on that 'Golden Phoenix' collection."L
The Gilded CageMorning at Thorne Manor began with tension thick enough to touch. Mavric Thorne did not go to the central office today. Instead, he worked from his private study, located just across the hallway from Liora’s room. The door to his study was left slightly ajar, giving him a clear view of every servant entering or leaving Liora’s quarters.Inside his study, Mavric stared at a bank of monitors displaying network activity throughout the Manor.“Leo, have you installed the packet sniffer on the house’s private satellite transmission lines?” Mavric asked without looking away.“Done, Sir,” Leo replied from behind his tablet. “Every bit of data sent or received from any device in this Manor will pass through our filters.”“If ‘Ghost’ tries to connect again, we’ll get their MAC address location in seconds.”Mavric sipped his bitter coffee. His eyes were fixed on the CCTV feed showing Liora sitting calmly at her vanity, letting a servant style her hair. She looked far too c







