Se connecterThe Betrayal of the AssistantThe armored SUV tore through the mist of the Alps at a speed that defied all safety limits. Inside the cabin, the atmosphere felt colder than the snow falling outside. Mavric Thorne stared at his phone screen as if it were a venomous snake. The message from Grace his personal assistant of eight years remained clearly displayed, shattering whatever shred of faith he still held in human loyalty.“Grace…” Mavric murmured the name so low it was almost a predator’s growl. “Eight years, Sebastian. She arranged my lunch schedule, held the keys to my home safe, she even knew Liora’s shoe size. And all this time, she was working for ‘Project Genesis’?”Sebastian Vane, driving with one hand while gripping a tactical radio with the other, nodded, his jaw tight with tension. “Sir, I’ve already tried contacting our security team in London. The entire communications system at the Mayfair Mansion has been shut down from the inside. Our internal security protocols ar
Battle of BloodThe drawing room of the Thorne‑Valerius Estate, once a symbol of Swiss aristocratic grandeur, had been transformed into a deadly boxing ring. Dust swirled in the swaying light of the chandelier, casting a terrifying atmosphere. In the center of the room stood two men with identical facial features, both breathing heavily. Mavric Thorne, his white shirt now stained with blood and dust, glared at Julian Jr. with pure, unbridled hatred.Julian Jr. grinned an expression that mirrored exactly the way Mavric himself smiled while plotting the ruin of his corporate enemies. He twirled his tactical dagger with practiced ease. “You move slower than your training records suggest, Brother. Has a comfortable married life with Liora made your muscles soft and weak?”Mavric did not rise to the taunt. He dropped into a low stance, his eyes never leaving the movement of Julian Jr.’s shoulders. “You are nothing but data on paper, Julian. You were raised and trained in a controlled
Return to HellThe cold wind blew fiercely across the tarmac at London City Airport as Thorne Group’s Gulfstream G650 private jet prepared for take‑off. Inside the luxurious yet tense cabin, Mavric Thorne sat in silence, a glass of whiskey in his hand that he had not touched. His gaze was fixed on a tablet screen displaying the flight route to Zurich, Switzerland the city that stood as a silent witness to the beginning of every curse that had befallen his life and Liora’s.Liora sat opposite him, her fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard of her ultra‑thin laptop. Though she had only recently recovered from the neurotoxin attack, her sharp intellect had not diminished in the slightest. Her pale complexion lent her an air of cold, lethal beauty, like a queen carefully drafting her war strategy.“Julian Jr. landed in Zurich just ten minutes ago, using a fake diplomatic passport,” Liora said without shifting her eyes from the screen. “He’s heading to the Thorne‑Valerius Estate o
War of Two FacesThe morning sun over London should have brought calm after the storm at Blackwood Docks, yet for Mavric Thorne, this dawn felt like the beginning of his own personal apocalypse. Inside the VIP ward at St. Mary’s Hospital, the 60‑inch television screen remained frozen on the face of the man who called himself Julian Thorne Jr. He was not merely similar; he was a mirror image of Mavric from ten years ago sharp, cold, and radiating the same predatory aura.Mavric stood before the large window, staring at his own reflection in the dark glass. He touched his jawline, then looked back at the screen. A wave of revulsion twisted in his stomach. The knowledge that his own father, Julian Thorne Sr., had created a genetic “backup” in case he ever failed shattered Mavric’s self‑worth as a son.“Mavric… stop looking at him,” Liora’s voice came softly yet firmly from the hospital bed.Mavric turned, his eyes dark with a depth of darkness Liora had never seen before. How can I sto
Moments on the Brink of DeathThe air inside the bunker at Blackridge Industrial Park was thick with the acrid stench of gunpowder and chemicals. Mavric Thorne paid no attention to Sophia, who had fled into the darkness of the underground tunnels. His entire focus rested on one single point: Liora, now lying rigid and frozen on the medical chair, her eyes wide open yet unable to blink.“Liora! Liora, listen to my voice!” Mavric roared as he cut through the cable bindings around her wrists.He checked her pulse at her neck. It was faint, very faint. Her breathing came in short, ragged gasps; every intake of air seemed a heavy struggle against her chest muscles, which were steadily stiffening. The neurotoxin Sophia had injected was not meant to kill instantly, but to shut down the body’s autonomic functions slowly, yet inevitably.“Sebastian! Get the medical helicopter airborne now! I don’t care about flight permits tonight! If anyone tries to stop us, tell them I’ll buy up the entir
The Ghost’s Trail in ZurichLondon had just passed the darkest midnight in the history of the Thorne family. Standing atop Tower Bridge, now swarming with police sirens and flashing blue lights, Mavric Thorne woke to a piercing pain at the back of his head. The scent of that disabling purple gas still lingered in his throat bitter and dry.“Liora…” he whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling.He tried to stand, but his legs felt like rubber. He looked around, his eyes red‑rimmed with rage and despair. Sebastian’s black van lay wrecked against the road barrier. His mother, Eleanor, was unconscious in the back seat, a gash across her forehead. But what made Mavric’s heart stop beating was the empty front passenger seat.The van’s door hung wide open, swinging in the sharp wind blowing off the River Thames. On the wet asphalt, Mavric found a small scrap of silk a handkerchief Liora always kept in her pocket. There was a faint stain of blood on it, and an empty plastic syringe still
The Devil's TransparencyThe explosion on Level 0B of Thorne Tower slowly subsided, leaving behind a pungent stench of sulfur and burnt metal. At the shattered doorway, Silas White and Miles Thorne were forced to retreat. The Nemesis Protocol activated by Liora was more than just electronic inter
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 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







