Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN BRIDE: Reborn for Revenge : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The Ghost in the MachineThe storm lashed against London as if nature itself mourned the shattering of a promise within the Thorne Manor. Inside the cold underground chamber, Mavric Thorne still knelt on the concrete floor, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Before him, the blue files of "The White Protocol" lay scattered, the pages stained by tears that rarely fell from the eyes of the dragon."Elena..." he whispered, his voice hollow, as if his soul had just been violently torn from his body.In the corner of the room, Eleanor Thorne stood tall, looking down at her son with cold eyes devoid of any sympathy. "Stand up, Mavric.”Stop mourning over the daughter of a traitor. You are a Thorne. “Your blood is worth far more than your tears."Mavric slowly rose to his feet. He turned around, and Eleanor unconsciously took a step back. Mavric's eyes no longer held sadness; instead, there was only pure, dense darkness."If you touch her again... if you utter one

The Shadow Queen’s Counterstrike One week after the tragedy at the docks, the Thorne Enterprise building in central London stood like an impenetrable military fortress. On the top floor, inside the CEO's office now heavily guarded by private paramilitary units, Mavric Thorne sat in his grand chair. His left shoulder was still wrapped in a brace, yet his gaze was as sharp as ever, like an eagle stalking its prey. However, the chair across his desk was no longer empty. There, Liora Thorne now officially serving as the CEO of Thorne-White Global Security stared intently at a row of holographic monitors displaying rapidly moving data graphs. "You should be resting, Mavric," Liora said without turning around. "The doctor said your stitches haven't fully healed yet." Mavric took a slow sip of his whiskey, his eyes never leaving his wife's back. "Watching you destroy my enemies is a far more effective medicine than any morphine, Liora." Mavric stood up, walking slow

The Iron Empress of ThorneDust and granite debris from the Gauthier & Fils Bank building still filled the cold Zurich air. The elite rescue team of the Thorne Group, led by Leo Vance whose face was covered in burn wounds, worked frantically using hydraulic laser cutters.At a depth of fifty meters, the steel door of vault number 7 was finally breached. However, the sight inside froze everyone in their tracks.Mavric Thorne sat leaning against the dented steel wall, his body covered in white dust. He held Liora tightly in his embrace, his head bowed to protect her chest. He did not move. His heartbeat was barely perceptible, yet his arms remained locked around her waist, as if even in death, he would never let go."Sir! Madam!" Leo shouted, immediately checking their pulses.Liora coughed, gasping for the fresh air seeping through the crack in the door. Her eyes slowly opened, stinging from the dust. The first thing she felt was Mavric's stiff embrace."Alex... Mavric, wake up

The White Widow's WrathThe snow on the Isle of Skye was no longer pure white; it was stained by black soot from the ruins of Shadow’s End Castle and the crimson blood seeping from the body of Mavric Thorne. Amidst the howling storm, Liora Thorne sat on the floor of a violently shaking medical helicopter, cradling Mavric’s head in her lap. Her trembling hands pressed firmly against the wound in his stomach, desperately trying to keep his life from slipping away into the afterlife."Stay with me, Mav... Please," Liora whispered, her tears falling onto Mavric’s pale, unconscious face. "You haven't explained why you kept that cylinder.”“You haven't seen me destroy Valerius. You can't leave now!"Leo Vance, sitting in the front seat with a bandage wrapped around his head, turned back with a hollow expression. "Ma'am, we are almost at the secret medical facility in Aberdeen.”But there are reports that Eleanor Thorne has frozen all of Mr. Mavric’s bank accounts. “She has declared him

The Dragon's Private JusticeNight had settled over London, but inside the VIP unit of the Thorne Group hospital, the tension was just beginning. The sharp scent of antiseptic mixed with Mavric’s sandalwood cologne, creating an atmosphere suffocating enough to intimidate anyone who dared to enter. Yet, for Liora, this feeling was far more dangerous than any boardroom meeting.Mavric Thorne sat propped up against the pillows. The lights in the room were dimmed, leaving only the moonlight streaming through the large window, carving out the sharp, pale silhouette of his face. Although his shoulder was still bandaged, his gaze was as sharp as a freshly honed dagger."Come closer, Liora," Mavric’s voice was low, almost like the growl of a predator cornering its prey.Liora, still wearing her black business suit from the office, took a deep breath. She walked slowly to the edge of the bed. "Mavric, you need to rest.”The drama at the meeting is over. “I’ve already instructed the cybe