All Chapters of Ties of Desire: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The armored Mercedes sped away from the subterranean loading bay of the Dubai sovereign exchange, its tires churning up plumes of desert dust as it merged onto the dimly lit highway. Inside the vehicle, the air conditioning hummed quietly, a stark contrast to the stifling tension gripping the cabin.Galen Prakoso sat in the back seat, his broad shoulders resting against the leather upholstery, though his dark eyes remained intensely focused on the heavy leather-bound ledger resting open on his lap. The analog pages were filled with handwritten cryptographic keys, offshore routing codes, and the unredacted names of every Syndicate director who had backed the Genesis Protocol from the shado

The private jet slammed onto the tarmac of Soekarno-Hatta International with a violent screech of burning rubber, the pilot defying standard landing protocols to shave precious minutes off their descent. Inside the cabin, Galen Prakoso didn't bother unbuckling his tactical harness until the aircraft's heavy turbines began to whine down. His dark eyes were fixed on the encrypted terminal screen glowing in the dim light, watching a crimson data stream pulse like an infected wound."We’ve cleared local airspace," Nurin announced, her voice razor-sharp as she pulled her encrypted drive from the auxiliary port. She didn't waste a breath. "Bagas has the secure transport waiting on the nor

The private Gulfstream touched down on the sun-scorched tarmac of a clandestine airstrip deep within the Rub' al Khali desert, its turbine engines screaming as they reversed thrust to kick up blinding plumes of golden sand. Inside the pressurized cabin, Galen Prakoso didn't bother waiting for the rolling stairs to lock into place before unbuckling his harness. His dark eyes were fixed on the encrypted tactical display resting on the mahogany table, tracking a faint, pulsing secondary signal that had just bounced off a dormant military relay in the Empty Quarter.Beside him, Nurin Prakoso pulled her titanium-alloy sidearm from its shoulder holster, checking the chamber with a swift, fluid

The mist hanging over the rolling tea plantations of Bandung felt heavy, clinging to the armored flanks of the black SUV as it carved a brutal path up the winding mountain pass. Inside, the cabin was dead silent save for the low hum of the engine and the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers cutting through the gray drizzle.Galen Prakoso sat in the passenger seat, his dark eyes locked on the amber coordinates glowing on his tactical tablet. The old Prakoso family compound loomed ahead, emerging from the thick fog like a skeletal monument to a buried past. The blackened stone pillars of the grand estate gate stood broken and overgrown with thorny vines, exactly as they had been left the

The heavy reinforced doors of the SCBD sub-level financial basement hissed open, revealing a suffocating, dimly lit space smelling of fried circuits and stale coffee. Galen Prakoso strode through the threshold first, his heavy tactical boots hitting the concrete floor with a deliberate, echoing thud. Nurin was a half-step behind him, her eyes scanning the shadowed rows of auxiliary server racks with cold, calculating precision."Bagas, confirm the terminal ping," Galen commanded, his baritone voice cutting through the hum of the cooling fans as he tapped his lapel comms unit.