《THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN BRIDE: Reborn for Revenge 》全部章節：第 181 章 - 第 190 章

The Ghost’s Trail in ZurichLondon had just passed the darkest midnight in the history of the Thorne family. Standing atop Tower Bridge, now swarming with police sirens and flashing blue lights, Mavric Thorne woke to a piercing pain at the back of his head. The scent of that disabling purple gas still lingered in his throat bitter and dry.“Liora…” he whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling.He tried to stand, but his legs felt like rubber. He looked around, his eyes red‑rimmed with rage and despair. Sebastian’s black van lay wrecked against the road barrier. His mother, Eleanor, was unconscious in the back seat, a gash across her forehead. But what made Mavric’s heart stop beating was the empty front passenger seat.The van’s door hung wide open, swinging in the sharp wind blowing off the River Thames. On the wet asphalt, Mavric found a small scrap of silk a handkerchief Liora always kept in her pocket. There was a faint stain of blood on it, and an empty plastic syringe still

War of Two FacesThe morning sun over London should have brought calm after the storm at Blackwood Docks, yet for Mavric Thorne, this dawn felt like the beginning of his own personal apocalypse. Inside the VIP ward at St. Mary’s Hospital, the 60‑inch television screen remained frozen on the face of the man who called himself Julian Thorne Jr. He was not merely similar; he was a mirror image of Mavric from ten years ago sharp, cold, and radiating the same predatory aura.Mavric stood before the large window, staring at his own reflection in the dark glass. He touched his jawline, then looked back at the screen. A wave of revulsion twisted in his stomach. The knowledge that his own father, Julian Thorne Sr., had created a genetic “backup” in case he ever failed shattered Mavric’s self‑worth as a son.“Mavric… stop looking at him,” Liora’s voice came softly yet firmly from the hospital bed.Mavric turned, his eyes dark with a depth of darkness Liora had never seen before. How can I sto

Battle of BloodThe drawing room of the Thorne‑Valerius Estate, once a symbol of Swiss aristocratic grandeur, had been transformed into a deadly boxing ring. Dust swirled in the swaying light of the chandelier, casting a terrifying atmosphere. In the center of the room stood two men with identical facial features, both breathing heavily. Mavric Thorne, his white shirt now stained with blood and dust, glared at Julian Jr. with pure, unbridled hatred.Julian Jr. grinned an expression that mirrored exactly the way Mavric himself smiled while plotting the ruin of his corporate enemies. He twirled his tactical dagger with practiced ease. “You move slower than your training records suggest, Brother. Has a comfortable married life with Liora made your muscles soft and weak?”Mavric did not rise to the taunt. He dropped into a low stance, his eyes never leaving the movement of Julian Jr.’s shoulders. “You are nothing but data on paper, Julian. You were raised and trained in a controlled

The Ghost From The PastThe engines of the Cessna Citation jet roared at 35,000 feet, cutting through the black clouds covering the English Channel. Inside the narrow but functional cabin, Mavric Thorne sat frozen. His eyes were fixed on the screen of Liora’s phone, still paused on the final frame of the video featuring Eleanor. That signet ring a black onyx carved with the Thorne lion holding a sword was the very object Mavric himself had placed on his father’s finger as Julian Thorne Sr.’s coffin was lowered into the ground ten years ago.Mavric’s face was ashen, not from fear, but from existential horror. The entire foundation of his life the reason he ran his company with an iron fist, his resentment over his father’s absence all of it felt like one massive lie if this man was actually still alive.“Ten years, Liora…” Mavric whispered, his voice sounding like the gasp of a drowning man. “I held his hand when it was already cold. I watched his heart stop on the hospital monit

The Cross‑Continental PursuitDawn broke over the London skyline, yet thin plumes of smoke still rose in the distance from the ruins of Ashwood Manor a monument to the mad ambitions of Julian Thorne Sr. Inside the iconic Thorne Group skyscraper, at the heart of the City of London’s financial district, Mavric Thorne stood before the wide window of his office. His appearance was disheveled; his black shirt was rolled up to the elbows, revealing a bandage on his forearm, and his eyes burned with exhaustion mixed with cold, unyielding fury.Behind him, Liora Valerius sat at the large conference table normally reserved for board directors. Now, that table was covered with encryption hardware, satellite maps of Southeast Asia, and stacks of corporate intelligence files. Her professional evolution had reached a point where she was no longer merely assisting Mavric; she was the shadow operations director controlling the entire flow of information.“All traces of Grace have been wiped from