Hidden Tracker
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Ongoing, First published Jun 26, 2026

The narrative traces the dangerous world of organized crime, beginning with a desperate rescue mission. When Elisa is kidnapped, her brother Kai, a powerful mafia boss, utilizes a hidden tracker to locate her. These chapters reveal a tense underworld of infiltration and violence, but also introduce Irene, a captive with secrets of her own. Held in a luxurious prison, Irene navigates a complex power dynamic with her enigmatic captor, Kai, as she learns her fate may involve dangerous missions. Attraction and mistrust intertwine as Irene’s past—and her family—become key to Kai’s plans.
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