Mag-log inThe Dover BloodbathThe cold sea wind swept across the port of Dover, carrying a sharp scent of salt and rust. Under the dim glow of the docklights, a suffocating tension enveloped container number 404, which had just been blown open. Liora White stood frozen, staring at the man she had once considered her only remaining family. Thomas White stood there, his gun aimed directly at Mavric Thorne's heart. Beside him, Victor Volkov the mastermind of the international syndicate smiled with satisfaction, as if watching a perfect theatrical performance."Thomas... how could you?" Liora’s voice trembled, not from fear, but from boiling rage. "I got you across the border. I gave you a chance to atone for your sins against Mother!"Thomas laughed dryly, his sunken eyes radiating pure greed. "Sins? Liora, you are just as naive as your mother. In this world, morality is a luxury for those who have no debts. Volkov offered me absolute freedom and access to the Thorne endowment funds in Switzer
The Devil at the TableThe villa in Biarritz was supposed to be a sanctuary of peace after their deadly escape across the Pyrenees. Yet, the presence of the man sitting on the red velvet sofa transformed the atmosphere into a silent battlefield. Thomas White the man who should have been rotting in a maximum-security Swiss prison sipped his red wine casually, as if he were waiting for guests in his own home.Mavric Thorne stepped forward, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His killing intent was so thick that the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. Without warning, Mavric lunged forward and grabbed Thomas by the collar, lifting him until his feet barely touched the floor."How did you get out?" Mavric growled, his voice low and deadly. "I personally ensured your sentence was life imprisonment."Thomas merely smiled faintly, his cunning eyes staring at Mavric with mockery. "Prison is a concept for those who don't hold the keys to its gates,
The Stateless ShadowsThe night in Madrid no longer felt romantic. The grand British Ambassador's Residence now felt like a gilded cage ready to collapse. Outside the gates, agents from Spanish intelligence and Interpol maintained a tight perimeter. News of the passport revocation of Mavric Thorne and his wife had exploded across international media, creating a financial scandal that sent Thorne Group stocks plummeting on the London exchange."Mother really did it," Mavric stared at the television screen showing his mother, Lady Eleanor, feigning tears in front of the public. "She destroyed my name just to seize control of the company."Liora stood beside him, wearing a black leather jacket she had found in the embassy's storage room. Her face showed no fear, only deep concentration. She was destroying her phone SIM cards and replacing them with encrypted ones she had made herself."She made a huge mistake, Mavric," Liora said, her voice cold and steady. "She thinks that by revok
The Spanish StandoffThe storm raging at Torrejón Air Base in Madrid seemed like the perfect backdrop for the chaos unfolding. Under the blinding glare of the runway lights, Mavric Thorne held Liora protectively in his arms, while the sirens of Spain’s National Police (Guardia Civil) closed in from all directions. The heavy thud of boots and the cocking of rifles shattered the wet silence of the night."Release her, Mavric," Duke Maximilian’s voice sounded calm yet authoritative. He stood under a black umbrella held by his bodyguard, looking at them with a faint smile. "Liora White is wanted by Interpol on charges of high-level industrial espionage. If you obstruct them, you will be dragged into an international crisis that could destroy the Thorne Group overnight."Mavric didn’t move an inch. Instead, he pulled Liora tighter against his chest, ignoring the rain soaking his expensive suit. "I don't care about international crises, Max. Anyone who tries to touch my wife tonight wil
The Duke's GambitHeavy rain poured down over Camden, creating an orchestra of sound that masked the sound of expensive leather shoes walking down the corridor of the shabby apartment. Liora White stood frozen in the middle of her cramped workspace. In front of her stood a man whose presence felt utterly out of place in such surroundings.Duke Maximilian of Asturia the man who had once tried to take over infrastructure projects from Liora stood there wearing a perfectly tailored grey Savile Row suit. His smile was calm, yet his eyes radiated an authority possessed only by those born with blue blood."This apartment is too small for someone with your intellect, Liora," Maximilian said, sweeping his gaze over the flickering monitors. "Or should I call you... my fiancée?"Liora clenched her fists, gripping the flash drive containing data from Safe Deposit Box 707 tightly. "Don't be ridiculous, Max. I am the legal wife of Mavric Thorne. That ancient marriage contract you found in my mo
The Silent DepartureThe night at Thorne Manor had never felt this silent. The grandfather clock in the main hall struck twice, its sound echoing through the cold and empty corridors, as if the house itself was mourning something that was about to be lost. Inside the spacious master bedroom, Liora White stood before the large mirror, staring at her own reflection. She was no longer wearing silk gowns or expensive jewelry gifted by Mavric. Instead, she wore her old black hoodie and cargo pants the uniform she used to wear when she was still the free "Ghost".Lady Eleanor’s words about her mother and Mavric’s father kept spinning in her head like a broken record. Secret mistress. Blood pact. Disgrace.Liora clenched her fists. Her logic told her this was simply a divide-and-conquer tactic from her mother-in-law, but the evidence she had found in the hidden folder belonging to the Thorne family was too real to ignore. Mavric knew something about her mother, and he had kept it from he
The Shadow of the MatriarchThe cold, moss-covered walls of Belmarsh Prison were a stark contrast to the luxury Silas White had once enjoyed. No more bowing servants, no more thousand-dollar Cuban cigars, and certainly no more power to flaunt. Silas sat behind the thick glass of the visiting room
The Reclaimed LegacyThe echo of Sofia White’s audio confession still vibrated through the air of the Grand London Ballroom. The silence that followed was not one of peace, but of judgment. On stage, Victoria White looked like a wax statue beginning to melt under the scorching spotlight. Her eme
The Rat in the CornerThe rest of the night after the Global Gala brought no peace to anyone, especially not at the White family residence. Inside his lavish yet now suffocating study, Silas White was in a rage. He hurled a porcelain vase worth thousands of pounds against the wall, his breathing
The Fallen PhoenixThe main hall of the Grand London Ballroom glittered beneath thousands of Bohemian crystal lamps. The clink of champagne flutes and elegant orchestra music filled the room, creating a facade of perfection for the attending elite. Yet beneath the luxury, Liora Thorne could feel







