Synopsis Queen of Hell: The Mafia Boss’s Wife Falling in love with the wrong man was her worst mistake... but escaping him could cost her life. When Isabela met Alejandro Moretti on a trip to Greece, she never imagined that the man who offered her a fairy-tale romance was hiding an empire built on blood and betrayal. With his intense gaze and commanding presence, Alejandro won her over effortlessly. He became her refuge, her devoted husband, the perfect father to their children… but also her greatest deception. His love wrapped around her like a silk trap—beautiful and lethal. For years, Isabela lived in a bubble of happiness, unaware of the darkness lurking behind closed doors. Until the fire of violence reached her home, and she learned the truth: Alejandro wasn’t just the man she loved—he was the ruthless boss of one of the most powerful and feared mafias in the world. Now, caught in a war she never asked for, with enemies lurking in every shadow, Isabela must make the hardest decision of her life: continue loving the man who condemned her to this hell… or run from him—knowing Moretti never lets go of what belongs to him.
Lihat lebih banyakThe soft purring of the air ambulance's engines was almost hypnotic. From the stretcher, Alejandro watched the sky through the windows—an endless blue sky that seemed to promise the end of a bad chapter in his life and the beginning of a new one in his homeland. The sky was a magnificent spectacle that captured everyone’s attention, except Alejandro’s. What captured his attention were the small hands of his children intertwined with his. Mateo and Lucía had boarded the helicopter excitedly, their eyes shining with the thrill of going home. — "Daddy!" — Lucía exclaimed, sitting beside him. Katherine and Miguel tried to stop her, but Alejandro just laughed and caught her in an embrace. — "It's okay, let her be. I missed holding my princess." — he said, hugging his daughter tighter with his free arm. Lucía rested her head on Aleja
The morning sun filtered through the hospital room curtains, casting a soft light on Alejandro Moretti's face.His calm breathing and serene expression showed no traces of pain or the exhaustion from the previous night.Isabela was by his side, still holding his hand. She had fallen asleep there, unwilling to go rest in her room despite Miguel's insistence.When Alejandro opened his eyes, he looked at her with tenderness and concern upon noticing her tired face. She hadn’t let go of his hand all night.With a slight movement, Alejandro stroked her well-groomed hair.Isabela half-opened her eyes and looked at him with a small smile.—Good morning, my queen —he murmured in a hoarse voice.Isabela leaned in and placed a kiss on his forehead.—Good morning, my love. How do you feel?—I've had better days —he joked, but when he tried to sit up, a groan escaped his lips.—Don’t move too muc
The adrenaline of the moment started to fade, and Alejandro's body began to feel the symptoms of his recklessness.— Alejandro... love, are you okay?Isabela noticed the paleness in her husband's face despite the darkness in the car and the faint light filtering through the windows.— Boss, are you all right? — asked Ramiro.Alejandro remained silent.So, Isabela turned to him to embrace him, and unintentionally, her hand brushed against his wounded side, feeling a warm dampness seeping inside his trench coat.Looking at him in astonishment and concern, she exclaimed:— You're bleeding!— Ramiro, we need to get back to the hospital immediately! — Isabela ordered.Alejandro resisted the pain, keeping himself upright—an injured lion was still a proud and strong lion.The tension and worry filled the car.The two SUVs that had accompanied them for most of the trip to the ho
The hospital continued to operate like a well-oiled machine, with staff moving through hallways illuminated by the cold glow of fluorescent lights.Nothing seemed out of the ordinary in the hospital's routine.But for Katherine, a young nurse in her second year of service, the air had become heavy, almost unbreathable.Her heart pounded in her chest, her hands trembled, and her mind replayed the scene she had unintentionally witnessed over and over again.From her station at the nurses' desk, she had seen two men pushing a stretcher covered with a white sheet. It wouldn't have been unusual in a hospital… if it weren’t for the fact that she recognized the woman's shoes beneath the fabric.They were high heels—expensive, designer shoes, far too elegant to belong to just any patient.The woman under that sheet was Isabela Moretti. She realized it the moment she saw those shoes, as she had always admired Mrs. Moretti's eleg
Isabela spent two hours in Alejandro’s room, enjoying a rare and precious moment of tranquility.They had managed to divert Alejandro’s attention toward his children, something she had thoroughly enjoyed.Listening to her children, Mateo and Lucía, share stories, laughter, and the affectionate gestures they had prepared for Alejandro made her smile.Alejandro wrapped his arm around her, now free from the IV that had been used for days to hydrate and medicate him. The bruises on that arm were hidden behind Isabela so their little children wouldn’t get scared if they saw them.Isabela understood, taking Alejandro’s hand in hers. She intertwined her fingers with his to help him keep his arm concealed behind her, as it still hurt a little.Despite the pain, he showed how much he had missed them. Their children filled the room with energy and joy, clinging to their father as if time and distance had never existed.Alejandro listened t
Each day, Alejandro regained his strength. Although he still had bandages and pain in his side, his body no longer felt as weak as in the first few days.He was tired of lying down, of feeling useless, of depending on others. He needed to know what was happening outside, how much the world had changed while he was trapped within those four walls.He was no mere kitten—he was a lion, used to giving orders and moving at his own will.Sitting up in bed, his back resting against the cushions, he looked at Miguel and Ramiro, his most trusted men. Both stood firm before him, their expressions unreadable.Alejandro knew them well—he knew the silences that hid more than words ever could.—"Alright, I'm awake and getting better. Now tell me, how are things going?"—he asked in a rough voice. The lion was roaring again; the king demanded answers.Miguel and Ramiro exchanged a quick glance. From the window, Isabela, holding a book
Alejandro had woken up more possessive than ever. Despite feeling weak, he was still a lion… And what was left for her? She loved that fierce beast.Alejandro pulled her toward him with the intensity of a man unwilling to lose what he loved most in the world.— I don’t want that man to look at you like that again. — His deep voice carried his profound displeasure toward Dr. Eliot. — I don’t like the way he looks at you, the way he talks to you…Isabela sighed and rested her forehead against his, her breath caressing his skin.— My love… No one else exists for me. Only you.Her words of love were a balm to Alejandro, but the fury within him still burned. He couldn’t help it.Knowing that another man desired her, that he looked at her with that gleam of interest, made him feel like a wounded animal ready to fight, even when his body could barely hold itself up.— You are mine, Isabela. — He whispered, his voice a
The murmur of voices around him gradually faded, like a wave retreating into the vast sea.Alejandro still felt dizzy; the many voices around him made his head spin. Only hers brought him calm, which was why his eyes desperately searched for hers.— Isabela.His voice was still too weak. Just saying his wife's name was exhausting—holding a conversation was impossible.Tears still streamed down Isabela’s cheeks, but her smile wrapped him in the warmth of a sun reclaiming him after a storm.There was pain in Alejandro’s expression, but also absolute devotion to his wife.Isabela's fingers trembled as she caressed his hand, as if she feared he would disappear the moment she let go.Alejandro tried to swallow, but his throat was a dry desert. His skin felt tight, his muscles ached, and his own body weighed on him like heavy chains he couldn't escape from.Every breath was a titanic effort, as if his soul h
The night was at its darkest when Isabela walked with firm steps down the hospital corridor. It was 3 a.m.Her slender silhouette, wrapped in a blue coat, cast a long shadow under the hallway lights.Outside, the city slept, unaware of the silent war underway. But in Isabela’s world, peace was a luxury no one could afford.Ramiro was waiting at the end of the corridor, his phone in hand, his expression serious and calculating.— Barragán is down. — He handed her the phone with a paused video. — Stefano did it in style.Isabela took the device and pressed play.The shaky footage showed Vicente "El Filo" Barragán tied to a chair in a dark basement. In front of him, a man wearing a black mask held a gun aimed at his head.— You need to see his execution, Isabela. — Stefano’s voice spoke from off-camera.— The man who swore eternal loyalty to him was the first to sell him
The calm of the night was shattered by the sound of gunshots. A dry, deadly sound. Screams. Broken glass. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and burnt wood, choking the soft music that had been playing in the background at the party. Everything turned into chaos.Isabela felt her heart pounding in her chest, almost as if it were about to break through. Her eyes filled with panic when she saw her five-year-old son, Mateo, clinging to her leg with a lost look, not understanding what was happening.— Mom, I'm scared! — Mateo screamed, his voice full of terror.— Shh, my love, don’t cry, don’t look — Isabela whispered, holding him tightly. She felt tears beginning to slide down her face, but she didn’t dare let her son see them. With a swift motion, she picked up Lucia, her two-year-old daughter, who was crying inconsolably, and cradled her in her arms.Amid the chaos, the voices of the men echoed through the mansion, cold, deter...
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