《THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN BRIDE: Reborn for Revenge 》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 130 章

The Regent Queen and the Golden RoseThe scent of antiseptic in the intensive care unit on the top floor of Thorne Hospital had faded, replaced by the fresh fragrance of white lilies. Mavric Thorne was no longer connected to the large machines, though bandages still wrapped around his chest and shoulders. He sat propped up in bed, gazing out the large window at the London skyline.In front of him, Liora was busy juggling three tablets at once. Her hair was tied back neatly, and she wore a formal black blazer suit. Since the incident in the Maldives a week ago, Liora had practically taken over all the duties of CEO of the Thorne Group."Liora, take a rest," Mavric's voice sounded stronger today, though a faint rasp still lingered. "You've been working for eighteen hours straight. Even robots need to recharge."Liora didn't look up, her fingers still dancing across the screens. "I'll rest once I'm sure Uncle Harold and his lackeys have no legal loopholes left to exploit. And by the

The Gala of MirrorsThe night in London was shrouded in thick fog, as if hiding a thousand secrets behind the dim streetlights.In front of the Royal Albert Hall, a red carpet was laid out not for movie celebrities, but for aristocrats and corporate giants who were part of the ancient order of the "Golden Rose."Mavric stood before a large mirror in his penthouse, fastening the silver cufflinks on his white shirt.His shoulders still felt stiff from the injury in the Maldives, yet he refused to show the slightest sign of weakness.Beside him, Liora looked stunning in a backless blood-red silk gown that hugged her curves perfectly. A necklace of black diamonds encircled her slender neck, reflecting the room's light."You look incredibly dangerous tonight, Liora," whispered Mavric, his voice low and filled with hidden desire. He pulled her closer, his large hands resting firmly on her slender waist.Liora looked at their reflection in the glass. "The world thinks they are going to see a

Falling from GraceThe sound of the explosion was still ringing in Liora's ears as gravity began to pull her body down from hundreds of feet in the air. Shards of concrete, shattered crystal glass, and burning golden roses flew alongside her through the cold London night. Below, the River Thames flowed dark like ink, waiting to swallow anyone who failed to cheat death."LIORA!"The roar cut through the howling wind. Mavric Thorne, his shoulder drenched in black, venomous blood, leaped without hesitation from the crumbling edge of the building. In his eyes, the world seemed to slow down. He cared nothing for Caelum, who might still be alive in the ruins, or Damien laughing triumphantly above. For him, the entire universe revolved around one thing the woman in red, falling helplessly through the air.Mavric stretched out his arms, ignoring the searing pain that shot through his nervous system. With an aerial maneuver possible only for someone with pure predatory instincts, he managed

The Gilded Cage and the Ghost of WhiteThe London sky was grey this morning, as if even the clouds were reluctant to witness the tragedy about to unfold in front of the old warehouse in the East End. Police sirens wailed, shattering the usual silence of the industrial district. Dozens of patrol cars formed a tight barricade, with countless barrels of guns aimed at the exit of the Thorne family’s secret storage facility.Inside, Liora stood frozen before the monitor screen. Her hands, still wrapped in bandages from her recent blood donation, trembled slightly not out of fear, but from shock. The man on the screen the man standing beside the Police Commissioner bore the same burn scars, the same jaw structure, and the same piercing eyes as her father, Thomas White.“That can’t be…” Liora whispered. “I saw his grave. I saw the autopsy report.”Mavric Thorne stepped closer, forcing his still weak body to stand tall. He wrapped an arm around Liora’s shoulders, offering warmth that contra

The Alpine PrisonSnow fell silently over the Alps, shrouding the sharp peaks in a deceptive stillness. The Chateau de l'Ombre resort stood majestically on the edge of a cliff, an architectural masterpiece accessible only by helicopter or a single private cable car route. To the outside world, it was an exclusive retreat for billionaires. To Liora White, it was a gilded prison.Liora stood on her balcony, twirling the black rose she had found on her bed. The short message from her father, Thomas White, still echoed in her mind. How could he know she was here? How could he breach the impregnable private security system of Mavric Thorne?"You always loved the mountain views, didn't you, Liora?"The voice came from the open doorway. A middle-aged man walked in calmly. He wore a charcoal cashmere suit, looking impeccable and authoritative, like a senior diplomat. There were no burn scars, no signs of death. The Thomas White standing there was a man who had spent twenty years building