Se connecterThe Venom of the Golden MatriarchThe steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only rhythm filling the silence of the secret warehouse. Mavric Thorne lay there, his face pale, but the blackness in his veins was slowly fading, replaced by a healthy, crimson glow. Beside him, Liora sat exhausted on a wooden chair. Her arm was wrapped in white bandages, still slightly stained with fresh red blood the blood she had just transferred into her husband's body to neutralize the Genesis poison.Liora felt dizzy. Losing so much blood in such a short time made her feel as if her soul was floating outside her body. Yet, her eyes remained fixed on Mavric's face."You need to rest, Miss Liora," whispered Leo Vance, handing her a cup of warm tea loaded with sugar. "You have done more than enough. The medical team says Sir Mavric will wake up within a few hours."Liora took the glass with trembling hands. "I won't leave until he opens his eyes, Leo. Damien is still out there. Caelum is still brea
Falling from GraceThe sound of the explosion was still ringing in Liora's ears as gravity began to pull her body down from hundreds of feet in the air. Shards of concrete, shattered crystal glass, and burning golden roses flew alongside her through the cold London night. Below, the River Thames flowed dark like ink, waiting to swallow anyone who failed to cheat death."LIORA!"The roar cut through the howling wind. Mavric Thorne, his shoulder drenched in black, venomous blood, leaped without hesitation from the crumbling edge of the building. In his eyes, the world seemed to slow down. He cared nothing for Caelum, who might still be alive in the ruins, or Damien laughing triumphantly above. For him, the entire universe revolved around one thing the woman in red, falling helplessly through the air.Mavric stretched out his arms, ignoring the searing pain that shot through his nervous system. With an aerial maneuver possible only for someone with pure predatory instincts, he managed
The Shadow Over LondonThe darkness did not fall gradually. It came like the slash of a sword, severing the very lifeblood of London. In a single second, the magnificent glow of crystal lights inside the Royal Albert Hall died out, replaced by a suffocating silence before screams of panic began to fill the room.Mavric Thorne, who a moment ago was holding Liora on the balcony, instantly pulled his wife behind him, shielding her body with his own. His sharp combat instincts, honed over years of facing assassination attempts, flared to life completely."Stay behind me, Liora. Do not let go of my shirt," whispered Mavric. His voice was low, yet carried an authority that calmed the chaos."This is not a normal blackout, Mavric," Liora replied. Her hands were already fumbling in her clutch, retrieving a specialized satellite phone she had designed herself. "The entire central energy grid of London has been severed from the transmission hub. This is a military-grade Zero-Day attack."Bel
The Gala of MirrorsThe night in London was shrouded in thick fog, as if hiding a thousand secrets behind the dim streetlights.In front of the Royal Albert Hall, a red carpet was laid out not for movie celebrities, but for aristocrats and corporate giants who were part of the ancient order of the "Golden Rose."Mavric stood before a large mirror in his penthouse, fastening the silver cufflinks on his white shirt.His shoulders still felt stiff from the injury in the Maldives, yet he refused to show the slightest sign of weakness.Beside him, Liora looked stunning in a backless blood-red silk gown that hugged her curves perfectly. A necklace of black diamonds encircled her slender neck, reflecting the room's light."You look incredibly dangerous tonight, Liora," whispered Mavric, his voice low and filled with hidden desire. He pulled her closer, his large hands resting firmly on her slender waist.Liora looked at their reflection in the glass. "The world thinks they are going to see a
The Shadow Heir and the Silver KeyMorning in the City of London usually begins with the rhythmic footsteps of bankers in stiff shirts, but today, the atmosphere in front of the Bank of England felt far heavier. A convoy of armored black SUVs came to a halt right in front of the building's massive stone pillars.Mavric Thorne stepped out, supported by a cane crafted from black carbon fiber. Although his face was still pale and a scar ran across his temple, his aura remained dominant. Beside him, Liora stood gracefully in a black midi dress with a high collar, clutching a handbag that concealed the mysterious silver key."Are you sure you want to do this now, Mav?" Liora whispered, her arm linked through his to provide both physical and moral support. "Your condition isn't fully stable yet."Mavric stared at the bank's bronze doors with cold, hawk-like eyes. "This secret has been frozen for thirty years, Liora. Every second we delay, our enemies get one step closer to using my true
The Regent Queen and the Golden RoseThe scent of antiseptic in the intensive care unit on the top floor of Thorne Hospital had faded, replaced by the fresh fragrance of white lilies. Mavric Thorne was no longer connected to the large machines, though bandages still wrapped around his chest and shoulders. He sat propped up in bed, gazing out the large window at the London skyline.In front of him, Liora was busy juggling three tablets at once. Her hair was tied back neatly, and she wore a formal black blazer suit. Since the incident in the Maldives a week ago, Liora had practically taken over all the duties of CEO of the Thorne Group."Liora, take a rest," Mavric's voice sounded stronger today, though a faint rasp still lingered. "You've been working for eighteen hours straight. Even robots need to recharge."Liora didn't look up, her fingers still dancing across the screens. "I'll rest once I'm sure Uncle Harold and his lackeys have no legal loopholes left to exploit. And by the
The Devil’s Shield The euphoria of the launch felt like a distant dream as the elevator descended into the private parking garage of the Azure Forge. It was 3:00 AM. The city was a graveyard of neon lights and shadows. Liora was leaning against the cool glass wall of the elevator, her fingers
The Icarus WingThe revelation in Mavric’s study had left a cold stone in Liora’s chest.She felt like a bird that had just discovered its "savior" was also the one who built the cage.But she didn't confront him further that night.She needed a weapon. And in her world, the only weapon that matter
The Digital GuillotineThe fallout from Liora’s live broadcast was like a wildfire, but the embers were still burning.While the public was sympathetic, the "Grey Eminences" of the business world were still skeptical.The Daily Scandal hadn't backed down. Instead, they issued a provocative statemen
The Venom of a Fallen QueenThe morning after the Midnight Gala should have been a triumph for Liora.The stock of Azure Jewelry had surged after Mavric’s public acknowledgment of their "partnership."But in the world of the elite, the higher you climb, the more people want to see you fall.Liora w







