LOGINThe Blood of SovereigntyThe air in the underground parking lot of The Shoppes at Marina Bay Sands felt heavy, filled with the scent of gasoline, gunpowder, and tension ready to explode. Flickering neon lights cast a dramatic glow over the deadly three-way standoff.Elena Thorne stood tall in the center of the circle of light. The pistol in her hand was not aimed at Alexander, nor at Julian Vane. The cold barrel was pressed firmly against her own temple. Her usually neat black hair was now messy and disheveled, and her eyes eyes that usually radiated intelligence now flashed with a suicidal determination that froze Alexander Thorne in his tracks."Step back, Alex! I am not joking!" Elena shouted, her voice echoing off the concrete walls. "One more step, and you will have the corpse of the White heir, not the key!"Alexander dropped his assault rifle to the floor. The sound of metal clashing rang like a death knell in the suffocating silence. The face of the Dragon of Thorne, usu
The Golden Cage of Marina BayThe private jet of Thorne Enterprise, a modified Gulfstream G700 equipped with missile defense systems and lined with premium Nappa leather, cut through the clouds above the Indian Ocean. Inside the soundproof cabin, the silence felt more suffocating than any thunderstorm raging outside.Mavric Thorne sat in his command chair, staring at a holographic screen displaying intelligence data from Singapore. His bandaged shoulder still throbbed with constant pain, yet it was nothing compared to the agony of watching the woman sitting ten feet away the woman who had refused to meet his gaze for the last twelve hours.Liora Thorne, dressed in a simple emerald silk dress and large dark sunglasses, sat frozen near the window. She did not touch the gourmet meal served by the steward, did not read a book, nor did she touch her work tablet. She simply stared out at the sea of clouds, as if hoping to find an escape from the harsh reality she had just uncovered in L
The Price of a ThroneThe Austrian Embassy ballroom was still filled with suppressed panic. The sound of tactical boots from the Thorne-Black team escorting The Syndicate agents out of the basement echoed against the luxurious marble walls. The European ambassadors and nobles could only stand frozen, holding their champagne glasses with trembling hands, their eyes fixed on the central point in the middle of the room: Mavric and Liora Thorne.Isabella von Hapsburg stood with a pale face, surrounded by military police. Her elegance, once like an ice queen, had shattered into pieces of despair."This is not over, Mavric!" Isabella shouted as she was dragged out. "You may have bought this building, but you cannot buy the loyalty of my organization!”“They will come for you, and they will take what rightfully belongs to them!"Mavric did not flinch. He remained seated in his automated wheelchair, watching Isabella leave with a cold, deadly gaze. "Take her away. Ensure she is quarant
The Dragon's Private JusticeNight had settled over London, but inside the VIP unit of the Thorne Group hospital, the tension was just beginning. The sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with Mavric’s sandalwood cologne, creating an atmosphere suffocating enough to intimidate anyone who dared to enter. Yet, for Liora, this feeling was far more dangerous than any boardroom meeting.Mavric Thorne sat propped up against the pillows. The lights in the room were dimmed, leaving only the moonlight streaming through the large window, carving out the sharp, pale silhouette of his face. Although his shoulder was still bandaged, his gaze was as sharp as a freshly honed dagger."Come closer, Liora," Mavric’s voice was low, almost like the growl of a predator cornering its prey.Liora, still wearing her black business suit from the office, took a deep breath. She walked slowly to the edge of the bed. "Mavric, you need to rest.”The drama at the meeting is over. “I’ve already instructed the cybe
The Duel of Two QueensThe air inside the VIP ward of Thorne Group Hospital instantly turned freezing. The presence of Isabella von Hapsburg carried the expensive scent of lily of the valley, but to Liora, it smelled like toxic gas. Isabella stood there with the elegance of a European noble, trained for centuries to hide a dagger behind her porcelain smile."Isabella," Mavric’s voice was low, filled with obvious displeasure. He tried to sit up straighter in bed, but Liora immediately placed a hand on his shoulder gentle yet authoritative."Don't move, Mav.”“You are still recovering," Liora said, never taking her eyes off the uninvited guest.Isabella let out a small laugh, a sound like breaking crystal. "Oh, look how protective your little 'assistant' is, Mavric.”I hear she is now in control of the company? “Quite an amusing joke from the Thorne family."Liora stepped forward, moving away from Mavric’s bed to stand directly in the center of the room, blocking Isabella’s view of
The White Widow's WrathThe snow on the Isle of Skye was no longer pure white; it was stained by black soot from the ruins of Shadow’s End Castle and the crimson blood seeping from the body of Mavric Thorne. Amidst the howling storm, Liora Thorne sat on the floor of a violently shaking medical helicopter, cradling Mavric’s head in her lap. Her trembling hands pressed firmly against the wound in his stomach, desperately trying to keep his life from slipping away into the afterlife."Stay with me, Mav... Please," Liora whispered, her tears falling onto Mavric’s pale, unconscious face. "You haven't explained why you kept that cylinder.”“You haven't seen me destroy Valerius. You can't leave now!"Leo Vance, sitting in the front seat with a bandage wrapped around his head, turned back with a hollow expression. "Ma'am, we are almost at the secret medical facility in Aberdeen.”But there are reports that Eleanor Thorne has frozen all of Mr. Mavric’s bank accounts. “She has declared him







