LOGINThe Last BanquetThe Shard building, towering high against the London skyline tonight, looked like a giant torch illuminating the darkness. The top floor had been transformed into a futuristic banquet hall for the launch of Project "New Era"..a global satellite integration promised to reshape the face of world security. Beneath the sparkling crystal chandeliers, prime ministers, tech CEOs, and European nobility gathered, unaware that they were standing on a ticking time bomb ready to explode.Inside the VIP dressing room, Liora stood staring at her reflection in the large mirror. She wore a sapphire blue haute couture gown with an open back, adorned with thousands of micro-crystals. On her wrist, a silver bracelet coiled, looking like ordinary jewelry, but it was actually a portable terminal to access the core system of "New Era".The door opened, and Mavric stepped in. He wore a custom-made black tuxedo designed to hide a bulletproof vest underneath. The scar on his forehead fr
The Ghost in the ShadowsNight in London usually brought peace after the exhausting corporate storms, but for Liora Thorne, the calmness tonight felt like the silence inside a grave. After purging the board of directors and expelling Eleanor, Thorne Manor should have been the safest place in England. Hundreds of infrared sensors, tactical teams patrolling every thirty minutes, and Alexander’s "Dragon" AI system monitoring every inch of the property.Yet, inside the spacious master bedroom, Liora woke up with a coldness that pierced her bones.She turned to her side. Mavric was still asleep, his breathing heavy and steady. Moonlight filtered through the velvet curtains, illuminating her husband’s face, which looked tired yet still dominant even in his sleep. Liora tried to close her eyes again, but her sharp senses caught a very unfamiliar scent not Mavric’s sandalwood, nor the fragrance of lilies from the garden.It was the smell of gunpowder and cheap tobacco. A scent all too f
The Return of the Conquerors The London sky looked grey, as if the clouds themselves were mourning the chaos that was about to erupt in the heart of the financial district, Canary Wharf. Mavric Thorne’s private jet touched down on the exclusive runway just as dawn broke. However, this time there was no red carpet welcome. Instead, there was a line of black armored cars and a hundred Thorne-Black tactical agents standing rigidly, weapons resting on their shoulders. Liora Thorne stepped down from the aircraft stairs. She was no longer wearing delicate silk gowns; instead, she was dressed in a sharp, all-black power suit, her hair tied in a high ponytail that gave her an air of icy professionalism. Beside her, Mavric walked with his ebony cane topped with a silver dragon carving. Although his shoulder was still bandaged, his dominating aura was fully restored. "Leo," Mavric called out without turning his head. "Yes, Sir?" "How many directors have gathered in the
The 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







