LOGINThe Island of SinsThe alarm system of the C-17 cargo plane roared loudly, shattering the silence of the cabin that was once filled with hope for homecoming. Red lights flashed in a sickening rhythm, indicating that the fly-by-wire control system had been completely hijacked by an external force."Athena! We've lost control! The plane is being forced to decelerate and drop altitude!" Captain Kael shouted, his hands fighting desperately against the joystick that moved on its own.Liora Thorne gripped the sides of the medical bed where Mavric lay. Her face was pale, but her eyes remained focused. "Duke... that bastard.” He didn't just hack our communications; he planted a trojan in this plane's hardware back when we were still in London!"On the main monitor, the face of the Duke of Hamilton the man who had guided Liora in the business world with a friendly smile and wise advice appeared calm. There was no longer any trace of warmth in his eyes, only the coldness of a predator who
The 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
Shadows of the White PhoenixThe night before the Azure Gala was supposed to be a night of calm for Liora Thorne. Yet calm was a luxury she no longer possessed. Behind the tightly locked laboratory door, Liora sat surrounded by the blue glow of dozens of holographic monitors floating in the air.
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 Fall of the Perfect BrideInside the main meeting room with its walls of old mahogany wood, the air felt colder than ice. Mavric Thorne sat at the head of the table, his expression flat yet his aura radiating a quiet bloodlust. Beside him, Liora sat with her back straight, her slender fingers
The Trojan HorseAfter being shamefully expelled from Thorne Manor, Isabella did not run and hide. Instead, she rented the most expensive suite at the Savoy Hotel, using the last of her family’s influence to gather investors from the "Council" and representatives from Vane International.Night in







