Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN BRIDE: Reborn for Revenge : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The Sanctuary of AzureThe private jet emblazoned with the Golden Phoenix logo landed smoothly on a private runway cutting through the dense tropical jungle of Aethelgard Island. Located far in hidden coordinates of the Pacific Ocean, this island was more than just a vacation destination. It was Mavric Thorne’s engineering masterpiece a floating fortress equipped with the world’s most advanced Azure defense technology.As the jet door opened, warm air carrying scents of sea salt and jasmine greeted them. Liora Thorne stepped out, wearing a loose white linen dress that provided maximum comfort for her body still in the early stages of recovery. Beside her, Mavric walked possessively, one hand always resting on Liora’s waist, ready to support his wife whenever needed."Welcome home, Liora," Mavric whispered.Liora stared in awe at the view before her. A futuristic villa stood atop a coral cliff, with glass walls facing directly onto a turquoise lagoon. No journalists, no camera fl

The First AwakeningLiora’s head felt as if it had been struck by a sledgehammer. A long ringing filled her ears, and the blinding white light slowly faded, replaced by the all-too-familiar sight of a room ceiling: the guest room in the east wing of Thorne Manor.Not on Aethelgard Island. Not in a pregnant state.Liora jolted awake, her breath ragged. She immediately reached for her stomach. Flat. No sign of pregnancy. She looked at the digital calendar on the bedside table.October 202X.“I’m still here…” Liora whispered, her voice hoarse. “That just now… was it a projection from the Master Key?”She remembered how the previous night she had tried to sneak into Mavric Thorne’s private server room for the first time to find data about her mother’s death. But Mavric’s biometric security system was so strong that when Liora attempted a Neural Bypass, her consciousness seemed to be thrown into a terrifying possible future simulation a vision of Marcus, Arthur’s betrayal, and a glob

The Gilded CageMorning at Thorne Manor began with tension thick enough to touch. Mavric Thorne did not go to the central office today. Instead, he worked from his private study, located just across the hallway from Liora’s room. The door to his study was left slightly ajar, giving him a clear view of every servant entering or leaving Liora’s quarters.Inside his study, Mavric stared at a bank of monitors displaying network activity throughout the Manor.“Leo, have you installed the packet sniffer on the house’s private satellite transmission lines?” Mavric asked without looking away.“Done, Sir,” Leo replied from behind his tablet. “Every bit of data sent or received from any device in this Manor will pass through our filters.”“If ‘Ghost’ tries to connect again, we’ll get their MAC address location in seconds.”Mavric sipped his bitter coffee. His eyes were fixed on the CCTV feed showing Liora sitting calmly at her vanity, letting a servant style her hair. She looked far too c

The Fallen PhoenixThe main hall of the Grand London Ballroom glittered beneath thousands of Bohemian crystal lamps. The clink of champagne flutes and elegant orchestra music filled the room, creating a facade of perfection for the attending elite. Yet beneath the luxury, Liora Thorne could feel a tense electric current in the air. She walked beside Mavric, her hand covered in white silk gloves linked through the firm arm of her husband.Every eye was on them. Liora was no longer the "White family’s poor unfortunate girl" who was often gossiped about. Tonight, she was the center of gravity. Her Phoenix gown seemed to catch every light in the room, making even other renowned designer dresses look pale in comparison."Stay by my side, Liora," Mavric whispered softly, his voice only audible to her. "There are many wolves here who want to bring you down just to see how I’ll react."Liora glanced at Mavric with a sharp, subtle smile. "Don’t worry, Mavric.”“Those wolves don’t know

The Reclaimed LegacyThe echo of Sofia White’s audio confession still vibrated through the air of the Grand London Ballroom. The silence that followed was not one of peace, but of judgment. On stage, Victoria White looked like a wax statue beginning to melt under the scorching spotlight. Her emerald green gown, which she had boasted about earlier, now felt like prison attire.Liora stepped forward, passing the models who stood rigid. Each step she took on the wooden stage sounded like the toll of a death knell for Victoria’s career. Mavric stood below the stage, both hands tucked into his trouser pockets, his sharp eyes never leaving Liora. He was ready to charge if anyone dared to touch his wife.“Victoria,” Liora’s voice broke the silence. It was not loud, yet it carried a strong resonance to the very back row. “You said this collection was the product of your soul’s search.”“Now the world knows your soul is nothing but an empty room filled with stolen goods.”Victoria lift