《THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN BRIDE: Reborn for Revenge 》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

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 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 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 Jakarta ConnectionSilence enveloped the master bedroom of Thorne Manor, a stark contrast to the bloody chaos at the port of Dover just hours ago. Moonlight streamed through the large windows, illuminating the shattered glass on the floor and an old photograph lying amidst the debris. Liora White sat on the edge of the bed, her breathing still heavy. Her hands, usually so steady when hacking the world's most complex firewalls, were now trembling violently.In her other hand, she held a piece of paper left behind by Eleanor a final secret designed to shatter Liora’s sanity right when she thought she had won.Project Nusantara - 2005. Find the man with the scorpion tattoo in Jakarta."Liora?" Mavric’s deep voice broke the silence.Mavric entered the room, having changed into a black silk robe after washing away the remnants of blood from the battle at the docks. He immediately sensed that something was wrong. His eyes shifted from the broken glass to the photograph Liora had dro

Mist Over the Land of KingsSurya’s Bell 412 helicopter sliced through thick banks of cloud shrouding the mountains of South Sulawesi. Far below, the dense green expanse of the tropical rainforest seemed endless, broken only by towering limestone cliffs a stark contrast to the concrete jungles of London or Madrid they had just left behind. To Mavric Thorne, this place felt like another planet. But for Liora, there was a strange tug deep within her chest, as if every gust of wind carried whispers from a past long buried.“We’re almost there,” Surya shouted over the roar of the helicopter’s engines. “The village down there is the gateway to your father’s place of seclusion. Here, the laws of Jakarta hold no power. Only customary law and honour prevail.”Mavric clasped Liora’s hand tightly. His tactical leather gloves felt cool to the touch, but his palm was warm. “Don’t stray far from me, Liora. I don’t care who your uncle is or who your father is. In a remote place like this, dange