LOGINFalling 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 Shattered CrownThe impact felt as though the earth was splitting open. The luxurious glass villa perched atop the Maldivian cliffs exploded from its very foundations, sending shards of crystal and concrete flying into the air like a deadly meteor shower. Black smoke billowed thickly, obscuring the once peaceful ocean view."LIORA!"Mavric Thorne roared, his voice hoarse from dust and rage. He was thrown onto the balcony floor, which was now tilted sharply toward the abyss. Through the dense smog, he saw the silhouette of his wife being held firmly by Damien White.Damien laughed a sound that was melodious yet held a madness so pure it was chilling. He gripped Liora's neck with one hand, while the other held a detonator that was now shattered proof that the main explosion had been successfully triggered."Look at him, Sister," Damien whispered into Liora's ear, his electric blue eyes gleaming with triumph. "Your precious dragon is crawling in the dirt. Is this the man you ch
The Last Card of a Desperate ManThe Azure Gala Night was more than just a regular corporate event; it was a display of absolute power. The Royal Albert Hall had been transformed into a futuristic structure with holographic projections of white phoenix birds floating above its dome, symbolizing Li
The Half-TruthDawn had not yet broken over the London skyline, but inside the main laboratory of Thorne Manor, the space glowed brighter than midday. Liora Thorne sat upright, her fingers dancing across a transparent keyboard with the precision of a neurosurgeon. Beside her, Mavric stood like an
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
The Shadow of DoubtThe morning after the confrontation at the vault was supposed to be a moment of reconciliation. But for Liora Thorne, every sweet word spoken by Mavric now sounded like a string of encrypted code. Even though Mavric had explained about his uncle, Miles Thorne, Liora’s skeptica







