LOGINThe Commander's WrathThe sky over London that night seemed to weep in sympathy, yet inside the secret command center of Thorne Manor, the atmosphere was hotter than hell itself. Liora Thorne shed no more tears. The sorrow she felt upon discovering Mavric’s true identity that he was the son of the man who had massacred her family had frozen into a pure, icy rage."Leo, I do not need permission from the board of directors.”“I do not need diplomatic protocols," Liora’s voice resonated throughout the room filled with holographic screens. She wore tight black tactical gear, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail, accentuating facial features that now looked as hard as diamond.Leo Vance stood frozen. This was the first time he had ever seen Mrs. Thorne emit an aura even more terrifying than Mavric’s own. "Ma'am, if you deploy the Vanguard unit without coordinating with the Russian government, we will trigger an international incident."Liora turned, staring at Leo with sharp, bla
The Sins of the FatherThe snowfall in London had begun to ease, but the piercing cold still enveloped the city. Inside Thorne Manor, the atmosphere felt suffocatingly tense. Although Liora’s victory at the global press conference had sent Thorne Group stocks soaring, for Mavric, it was merely a temporary triumph before the greater storm arrived.The message from the mysterious figure regarding "That Man"..the man suspected to be Mavric’s biological father had transformed the Dragon into an even more reclusive and dangerous entity.Mavric stood in his dimly lit study, illuminated only by the glow of satellite monitors. Before him, Leo Vance stood perfectly erect."Have you arranged everything, Leo?" Mavric’s voice was hoarse, heavy with the weight of a dark secret."Yes, Sir.”The private jet is ready to depart in one hour.Destination: Norilsk, Siberia. Our security units have already isolated the 'Black Raven' prison sector. “Not a single Syndicate agent can enter there without
The Queen's ShieldThe morning in London had never felt this silent to Liora Thorne. Inside the spacious master bedroom, the winter sunlight struggled to pierce through the heavy silk curtains. Liora sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mavric as he still slept. Her husband’s face looked calm, but Liora knew that behind that tranquility lay a storm of identity ready to consume them both.Mavric was not a Thorne. He was an orphan from Russia, molded by Eleanor to become a false emperor. Meanwhile, Liora the girl who had always been considered an outsider in this family was the true, pure-blooded heir."Why are you looking at me like that, my Queen?" Mavric’s voice was low as he slowly opened his eyes. There was no shock, only a sharp gaze filled with dark devotion.Liora caressed Mavric’s firm jawline. "I was just thinking... how many lies you have carried alone for the past fifteen years, Mav."Mavric caught Liora’s hand, kissing her palm with an intensity that made her shiver
The Forbidden TruthLondon welcomed them back with a stiff atmosphere. Inside the medical jet flying across the European continent, the silence in the main cabin felt deadlier than the snowstorm in the Alps. Mavric Thorne lay on the medical bed, his body covered in bandages, yet his sharp eyes never left the figure of Liora sitting across from her, staring blankly out the window.Liora felt as if her entire world had crumbled. The adoption document she found in Sofia White’s black box felt like burning embers searing her jacket pocket. Arthur Thorne was Liora’s biological father. If that was true, then the man who had been her husband, the man she loved with a passion that defied logic, was her half-brother.The thought made her sick. Every time she remembered Mavric’s touch, every possessive kiss, and every night they had spent together, an overwhelming sense of guilt crashed down on her chest."Liora," Mavric’s voice broke the silence. It was hoarse, yet still carried an unde
The Valley of WhispersThe Alps on the outskirts of Zurich welcomed the arrival of Alexander Thorne’s private jet with a blinding snowstorm. The sky, usually a clear blue, was now covered in thick fog, as if nature itself was trying to hide the sins of the past buried beneath the eternal ice.Liora Thorne looked out the window of the helicopter taking them from the airport toward the steep slopes of the Gotthard Pass. Her hands, covered in black leather gloves, trembled violently. Down there, on a sharp bend plunging into a ravine hundreds of meters deep, was where her world had been shattered ten years ago."You don't have to do this, Liora," Mavric’s voice sounded low, piercing through the roar of the helicopter blades.Mavric sat right beside her, holding Liora’s hand with a grip that was strong yet protective. He wore a thick tactical jacket, complete with a utility belt concealing firearms and satellite communication devices. His eyes never left Liora’s face, monitoring ever
The Digital IntrusionHeavy rain battered London, turning the view outside the large windows of Thorne Manor into a gloomy, grey canvas. Inside the opulent master bedroom, the warmth they had shared just hours ago had evaporated, replaced by a chill creeping down Liora’s spine.Liora lay frozen, listening to the steady rhythm of Mavric’s heartbeat beside her. The man was fast asleep, his arm still wrapped protectively around her waist, as if even in his dreams he feared his wife might vanish. But Liora’s mind was far from peaceful. The mysterious message on her phone played on repeat like a broken record.“Why is the name 'Sofia White' on the elimination list of Thorne’s shadow units ten years ago?”Slowly, Liora slid Mavric’s arm away. With extreme caution, she slipped out of bed. The cold marble floor met her bare feet, but her heart felt far colder. She walked toward Mavric’s private study located in the east wing the very heart of the entire Thorne digital empire.Normally,
The Polyglot QueenThe air in the main library of Thorne Manor that afternoon was heavy with the scent of beeswax and old leather-bound books. Beatrice Thorne had invited several high-ranking diplomats’ wives and colleagues from the "Council" for an extremely exclusive afternoon tea gathering.Yet
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
The Global AscendanceThe world didn’t just welcome the launch of the Azure Smart Jewelry line; it devoured it ravenously. Within forty-eight hours of Liora Thorne taking the stage at Azure Forge, the "Phoenix Heart" pendant had become the most sought-after luxury item in internet search history.
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







