บททั้งหมดของ THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN BRIDE: Reborn for Revenge : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Cleaning HouseThe golden "Azure" sign was back, but the atmosphere inside the building was anything but bright.A thick cloud of anxiety hung over the executive floor.The staff moved in hushed whispers, their eyes constantly darting toward the boardroom."Did you hear? She fired the entire security team this morning," a secretary whispered."I heard she has Mavric Thorne's private mercenaries guarding the servers now," another replied.The doors to the boardroom remained closed, but the scent of a storm was in the air.Inside, twelve men and three women sat around the long mahogany table. These were the board members who had helped Silas White dismantle Azure.They were the ones who had looked the other way while Victoria embezzled millions.At the head of the table sat an empty chair.Silas’s old chair.Next to it, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, was Mavric Thorne.He wasn't part of the meeting, but his presence was a heavy, suffocating weight.He was the shadow king,

The Hidden VeinThe joy of the successful board meeting didn't last long.By 6:00 AM the next morning, the "Azure Guardian" project hit its first wall of steel.Liora was in the Azure design studio when Leo Vance rushed in, his face ashen."Liora, we have a problem. A catastrophic one."Liora didn't look up from her tablet. "The gemstone suppliers?"Leo blinked, stunned. "How did you know?""Marcus Miller isn't a man of creativity, Leo. He’s a man of choke points.""If he can't steal the technology, he'll starve the production." She finally looked up, her eyes cold and analytical."The Syndicate of Gemstone Producers just issued a 'quality review' freeze, right?"Leo nodded frantically. "Every major supplier in Africa and Brazil.""They've blocked our orders for high-grade sapphires and industrial-grade diamonds.""Without those stones, the Smart Jewelry chips can't be insulated.""The 'Azure Guardian' will just be a piece of useless plastic and wires."Liora stood up and walked to th

The Midnight GalaThe invitation was a slab of pure black obsidian with gold lettering.The Midnight Masquerade.It was the city’s most guarded annual event, held at a secret location that was only revealed two hours before it began.Only the top 0.1% of the elite were invited.Liora sat at her vanity, staring at the invitation.After the confrontation in the elevator, Mavric had been distant yet suffocatingly present.He hadn't apologized for his outburst, but the gifts arriving at her door spoke for him."You're not ready," a deep voice rumbled from the doorway. Liora turned. Mavric stood there, already dressed in a tuxedo that fit him like a second skin.The white silk of his shirt contrasted sharply with his tanned skin and dark, piercing eyes."I haven't decided if I'm going," Liora said, turning back to the mirror. Mavric walked into the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet.He stopped behind her, his hands resting on the back of her chair."You're going, Liora. Tonight

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 statement at midnight:"Metadata can be forged. Real eyes don't lie. Liora Thorne is a master of digital smoke and mirrors."Liora sat in her private command center at Azure, the blue light of six monitors reflecting in her cold eyes.She hadn't slept. She didn't need to."They think I’m playing a game of PR," Liora whispered to the empty room."But I’m playing a game of extinction."Maya entered with a tray of black coffee, her hands still shaking from the news cycle."Madam Thorne, the editor-in-chief of The Daily Scandal, Barnaby Finch, just accepted a live debate on national television.""He says he has the 'original negatives' of the photos."Liora didn't look away from her code."Original nega

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 tracing the "Phoenix Heart" around her neck. Mavric stood beside her, his silence heavy and suffocating. He had torn up his mother’s legal threat, but the tension in his shoulders told her the war was far from over. "You should have stayed at the manor tonight," Mavric said, his voice cutting through the hum of the elevator. "The Forge is secure, Mavric. I have the new biometric filters active," Liora replied. "Biometrics can't stop a bullet, Liora. And Marcus Miller is no longer playing by the rules of the boardroom." The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. The underground garage was a vast cavern of concrete, filled with the luxury cars of the elite, now shrouded in dark