All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN BRIDE: Reborn for Revenge : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The Maze of Ice and BloodAt an altitude of 3,000 metres above sea level in the Alps, the air felt like thousands of icy needles piercing their lungs. Before Mavric and Liora, the massive steel gate embedded in the granite walls near St. Moritz swung open with the heavy groan of hydraulics. This was no ordinary laboratory; it was a monument to the madness of a genius with unlimited funds at her disposal.Mavric gripped Liora’s hand tighter. His tactical gloves brushed against her cold fingers. Under the aim of more than a dozen blue laser sights, they had no choice but to step into the corridor, lit by blindingly bright, pale white LED lights.“Don’t let go of my hand, no matter what happens,” Mavric whispered, his voice echoing down the soundproof concrete passage.“I’m right here, Mavric,” Liora replied, though her legs still trembled slightly from the lingering effects of her medical trauma in London. “I’ve activated the encryption on the transmitters in our pockets. Gabriel ca

Time To StrikeHeavy rain lashed down on London that night, seemingly wrapping Thorne Mansion in a deadly state of isolation. The sound of raindrops striking the large glass windows of Mavric’s study usually brought a sense of calm, but tonight, the noise sounded like thousands of footsteps closing in all around them.Mavric Thorne stood frozen in the middle of the back garden, his gaze fixed intently on one of his newest security guards a man named Marcus, who had joined just three months earlier on the recommendation of an elite security agency in London. Marcus offered a perfect salute, yet the cold, unwavering look in his eyes revealed he was not acting under Mavric’s orders.Standing beside him, Liora felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She tightened her grip on her husband’s arm, her fingers instinctively brushing against the emergency transmitter strapped to her wrist.“Mavric… don’t make any sudden moves,” she whispered, her voice almost drowned out by the p

The Struggle for the Throne of Wall StreetMorning in London should have brought a sense of calm after the storm at the mansion, but for Mavric Thorne, peace was a luxury he simply could not afford. Inside the towering headquarters of the Thorne Group, the atmosphere felt like a battlefield shortly after an explosion. The entire executive floor was filled with unfamiliar men dressed in dark grey suits, carrying leather briefcases and legal documents that looked undeniably official.Mavric stood behind his large mahogany desk, his eyes fixed on the monitor displaying the Thorne Group’s stock price as it plummeted into free fall. Beside him, Liora was typing with incredible speed, trying to trace the source of the massive sell orders hammering the stock market that morning.“They are using an extremely aggressive short-selling technique, Mavric,” Liora said without looking away from her screen. “This isn’t just speculation. Someone deliberately leaked the security incidents at the c

A Dangerous Alliance in the NorthThe storm lashing outside the private hangar at London Stansted Airport seemed the perfect backdrop for this impossible meeting. Mavric Thorne stood tall, his body leaning forward as if ready to pounce, his hand gripping the handle of the pistol concealed beneath his coat. Before him stood Gabriel the man who, only days before, had tried to kill him inside the bunker standing calmly under the harsh glare of the hangar lights.Gabriel’s face stood as a monument to the failure of his previous schemes. The skin on the left side of his face was red and scarred from severe burns, and his left eye, covered by a thick bandage, gave him the appearance of a man who had already lost everything and no longer feared death itself.“You should have rotted away at the bottom of the Alps, Gabriel,” Mavric hissed, his voice hoarse with suppressed rage.Gabriel let out a dry, rasping laugh, a sound like sandpaper grinding against wood. “Death is a luxury reserved f

Behind the VictoryThe London sky that morning was a metallic grey, mirroring the towering skyscrapers that once again bore witness to the return of Mavric and Liora Thorne. Their private jet had just touched down on a secluded runway, and the atmosphere inside the cabin still felt like a fragile bubble of peace. After the deadly confrontation in Scotland, the outside world might view them as victors who had successfully dismantled an international syndicate, but behind Mavric’s sharp gaze, he knew that victory was merely a pause between battles.Mavric descended the aircraft steps first, his hand never leaving Liora’s waist. His movements had become far more protective now, bordering on a new kind of obsession. Ever since he had learned of Liora’s pregnancy amidst the ruins of the Isle of Skye laboratory, his territorial instincts had evolved into something much deeper. To him, Liora was no longer just his wife she was the bearer of a future that felt incredibly fragile.“Mavric,