Riley Thorn Series Novels & Stories

He knew he didn't have to win on facts; he just had to win on character. "Ms. Riley," Thorne began, strolling toward me like a predator circling a wounded animal. "You spent months mourning Daniel Logan, correct?" "Yes," I said, my voice gaining a bit of its edge. "You had a total breakdown? Couldn't you work? You spent hours at a grave that was, in fact, empty?" "I was grieving a man I loved," I snapped. "A man you thought you loved," Thorne corrected smoothly.

Riley sat frozen on the edge of the bed, staring between the two identical yet completely different men standing in front of her. Carlos Thorn, the golden boy she had crushed on for years in college, looked at her with mild surprise and recognition. And Carl Thorn, his older twin, the man who had knocked her unconscious and brought her here against her will, stood with his arms crossed, radiating raw dominance. “I asked what the hell is going on here?” Carlos asked again, his eyes flicking between Riley and his brother. “Riley Hart, right? We did that group presentation together in college. What are you doing here?”

Leila faced Thorn directly, “Talk then! What do you have to say?” “Your aunt, uncle, and cousins…they were taken by my twisted family. I can’t touch them now, but I won’t let this go,” Thorn explained, “ I was only there at the ceremony to find your family. I didn’t think of they would sacrifice their blood too… You have to believe me.” Leila’s anger had already begun to dissipate, but she was still holding a grudge. “Were you having sex with Rina last night?” Thorn realized that his half-sister must have been scheming again. “Of course not! Please don’t let her get in your head… I was taking care of something up north. I should have told you before I left. Can you forgive me?”

My lungs seized. “P-P-Please.” My body shook. I held my baby, but I could feel my strength leaving me. I didn’t want to drop my newborn miracle. Shoving my elbow against my husband’s ribs, I fought. I was a Nikolaev. We fight. We never give up. Then Adrian’s big hand wrapped around my baby’s throat and terror, unlike any I’d ever felt before, shot through me. But before he could take one squeeze. Bang. Dead eyes.

“Marco will trace it. Whoever’s playing games wants you scared or has some other ulterior motive. We’ll find them.” But Rosana was barely listening. Her mind was spinning. Someone out there knew the truth—her past, her bloodline, her identity—and they weren’t just watching. They were involved. ************************************************** That night, once the manor had settled into sleep, Rosy slipped quietly into the tunnel again. She needed to go back. Not to see the bones. But the truth beneath them. Kneeling at the edge of the grave, she dug with her fingers until the skeleton Sergio had succeeded in burying was staring at her. Her fingers bumped something metallic, half-buried bene

AIDEN'S POV The gravel crunched under my shoes as I crossed the courtyard, the sound sharp in the otherwise unbothered quiet of the place. Someone laughed nearby, easy, unguarded and for a second I thought it was just another voice folded into the evening air. Then I recognised it. Riley stood near the edge of the water with two women I didn’t know, her sleeves rolled up, hair loose in a way I’d never seen her wear in the city.

Riley’s POV After the meeting, Aiden and I walked back together. Aiden told me to complete the design drawings as soon as possible. We paused at the entrance of his office. "The company will set up a new project team as soon as possible," he said. I nodded in affirmation, “Okay Sir.” "Once the design drawings are completed, the new series will be launched immediately." He adds. “Will that be all Sir?” I asked. He nodded, “Yes Riley, you may leave now.”

" Just as they were about to shove Holly into the car, a frantic blare of a horn cut through the air. The screech of tires on asphalt followed, and a Maybach came barreling toward them. Luke was caught off guard, causing him to stumble back. The car screeched to a halt just five meters from him. Holly recognized the plate and breathed a sigh of relief. Yoel stepped out, his face raging like a storm. He walked towards them with an attitude that spelled trouble. Luke immediately shrunk under his shadow. Yoel only had one mission. He made a beeline for Holly, his crew following quickly behind to deal with the rest. The bodyguards helping Luke sensed that the tide had turned and they immediately

"Is everything alright, Miss Thorn?" Ravenna forced a smile. "Yes, everything's fine. Just... a lot to take in." Emily nodded sympathetically. "Of course. It must be overwhelming. Is there anything I can do to help?" Ravenna thought for a moment. "Actually, yes. Could you get me all the information we have on Soren Blackthorn and his pack? And... discreetly find out what you can about Rylan Moonstone and a woman named Lilith." Emily's eyes widened slightly, but she nodded. "Of course, Miss Thorn. I'll get right on that."

For a moment, the world outside this dark room crept back into her mind—the weight of her name, the legacy of Thornfield, the man she could never quite escape. She took the phone, exhaling sharply before answering. “Hello?” Daniel Thornfield’s voice was calm, unreadable. “Where are you?” Elara’s grip tightened around the phone. “Handling something.” “You missed an important meeting. And now, I hear rumors about an attack at a hotel?” A pause. His voice lowered. “Tell me you weren’t involved.” Her silence was answer enough. “Elara.” His voice carried something colder this time. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”