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Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife A Thread of Life
The sound of sirens grew louder, a mix of metallic wails and hurried voices.A crowd of onlookers formed a circle around Alejandro, but everything seemed blurry.The red and blue lights flashed over the faces of the curious, over Isabela’s tears, over the small hands of their children trying to hold onto their father.— "Dad, please wake up!" — Mateo sobbed, shaking Alejandro’s arm desperately.Meanwhile, Lucía clung to Alejandro’s leg, crying:— "Daddy, don’t die!"Alejandro’s body trembled slightly, his skin growing paler with each passing second.The air burned as it entered his lungs, each breath becoming harder. He felt the sticky warmth of his own blood soaking his shirt, clinging to his skin like a second layer.Isabela kept pressing the wound with the white scarf that had adorned her waist, her dress—once pastel pink—now stained red.— "Hold on, my love, the ambulance is here. Hold on…
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-19Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Between Life and Death
The waiting room clock read three in the morning. The hospital remained silent.A silence broken only by the murmurs of nurses and doctors passing through the halls in a calm hurry.Isabela clutched the fabric of her dress, still stained with her husband's blood. Her hands gripped the skirt as if holding onto it could keep her sanity intact.The nerves and desperation of not knowing anything made her legs tremble. The feeling of nausea never fully left her stomach, and her mind was fixated on only one thing: Alejandro surviving the surgery.The doors of the operating room burst open, and the medical team emerged, looking exhausted.The lead surgeon, a man with graying hair and a stern gaze, approached Isabela with the expression of someone who had been battling death for hours.—Mrs. Moretti…—Yes. —Isabela responded, anguish evident on her face. Inwardly, she begged to hear good news from the surgeon’s lips.
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-20Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Queen Does Not Bow
Isabela never left Alejandro's side; she had made the hospital her second home. The doctors suggested she go home to rest and return later, but she refused.She didn't want to go back to her children without an answer. A web of uncertainty surrounded Alejandro—no one could assure her whether her husband would survive or not.She camped out in the waiting room, had paid for a hospital room to rest for a few hours, to shower, and then return to camp out again, waiting for news about her husband's health.The Greeks, along with Ramiro, took turns keeping watch. They were fully aware of the presence of dangerous enemies.Though they never spoke of it in front of Isabela.But as the hours passed, the hospital was no longer a safe place for Alejandro—or for Isabela.Alejandro Moretti's enemies moved in the shadows, infiltrating the hospital corridors, slithering like snakes, disguising their intentions with friendly smiles an
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-21Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Conspiracy of the Vultures
Isabela missed her children terribly; the thought of their sad little faces broke her heart.And even though Alejandro hadn't been injured by one of his enemies, it didn’t ease her sorrow. Because many loitered outside the hospital, waiting for a chance to finish off the wounded lion.— If they think I’ll let them… they’re fucking with me, those bastards. — Isabela thought as she headed to the room where her husband was.The air in the intensive care unit was dense and cold, filled with the rhythmic sound of the heart monitors and the faint hum of the ventilators.Isabela walked to the room where Alejandro lay motionless, his body connected to a multitude of tubes and machines keeping him alive.Seeing him like this, something inside her broke.Alejandro Moretti was the man she loved, the father of her children, the king of an empire he hadn’t chosen but had sustained with cunning, blood, and loyalty.The impos
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-22Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Queen’s Hunt
The night was a velvet curtain speckled with stars, but inside Moretti Hospital, everything looked increasingly pale. His fight for survival was becoming a difficult road to walk.Outside the hospital, the air was thick with danger. Isabela knew it, and she wasn’t going to stand idly by, waiting for the enemy’s attack.The doctors had told her that her husband was fighting fiercely to survive, although, so far, the prognosis suggested that everything was against him.Ramiro never left Alejandro’s side. He was his guardian, and when he had to be with Isabela, Miguel took his place. Alejandro would never be alone for a single moment.Those had been Isabela’s orders.— I want you to keep a close eye on the doctor who just walked in. — Ramiro instructed before being relieved by Miguel.Miguel nodded.The surgeon looked tense, which was unusual. The doctor seemed to be hiding
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-23Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Price of Betrayal
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-24Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Between Love and Jealousy
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
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-25Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Obsession of a Fool
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
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Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Decision of Nikos, the Heir of Shadows
In the discussion between the Mikelos sisters, there was an involuntary witness. Nikos.He hadn't meant to overhear, he had returned to the mansion with the intention of talking to Isabela and asking her some questions.His fiancée was in agreement. She was having a good time with Isabela's children. Nikos's fiancée was a school teacher, she loved children and found Mateo and Lucía fascinating.Although he heard everything, he didn't mention a word to anyone about what he'd overheard.That night, he dined with Alejandro, whom he liked very much, and the entire Moretti family. Fífi was not invited to the dinner.The morning light broke through the windows of the house, tinting the linen curtains in golden tones.Nikos had woken up early and was watching the sea horizon from his room. His fiancée was still asleep, but he had spent the night awake, torn between the ghosts of the past and the urgent need to act.Hi
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Confrontation
Alejandro had found out about the meeting Isabela had arranged with Andreas’s lawyer. He knew that her decision meant something serious.He feared he had lost her again. And what hurt and worried him the most was that this time, he wasn’t guilty of anything—except loving her madly.The first to walk out of that room was Fifi. Her face said it all.Running into Alejandro in the hallway, she stopped and looked at him straight in the eyes.— You’re a bastard, Alejandro. If you had the guts to choose me instead of daddy’s little princess, all of this would’ve been ours, and her organization would have a very powerful leader…— Now, you’ll have nothing. And do you know why? —That stupid Isabela gave it all to daddy’s bastard… he owns everything.Fifi’s bitterness was spit like venom, thinking no one was listening.But behind a heavy curtain stood Isabela.— I can’t believe I fell in love with a bastard like you. —I w
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Cunning as a serpent
Isabela walked out of the room with her heart ablaze with fury. She no longer cried, but her chest ached so much it made it hard to breathe.Her so-called calm was merely the prelude to the chaos boiling inside her. Her hands trembled and burned. Everything inside her was rage and disappointment.Once again, her perfect world was crumbling before her. Once again, Dino’s words echoed in her head like a lingering curse.— Alejandro was never truly yours. He’s cheated on you with other women… If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself.— That bastard! I saved myself for one man, and you slept with every woman who spread her legs for you…— But if my sister thinks I’ll let her sleep with Alejandro the way she did with Christopoulos… she’ll have to kill me first.Isabela burned with rage, never had she so deeply wished she didn’t have a heart.Every step she took thundered against the marble floor, an echo
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Perfume of Betrayal
The sky had turned red for Isabela, as if even the heavens could sense the storm about to erupt inside the Mikelos mansion.The fine linen curtains quivered slightly with the sea breeze, and inside Isabela’s room, the air grew thick—almost suffocating.Everything in the house seemed calm, but not in Isabela’s mind.She remained still for a few seconds, her fingers gripping the back of the chair, as if letting go would make her crumble entirely.Alejandro’s words hung in the air, spoken with that tone—part guilt, part resignation—he used when he knew he could no longer hide the truth.— “Fífi... always came after me, Isabela. Even before you and I got married.”Time seemed to freeze at that confession.Isabela blinked slowly, as if her body resisted processing everything she had just heard.Alejandro had confessed all the secrets hidden behind her sister’s hypocritical gaze.It made her burn wi
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Knives Under the Table
Alejandro had enjoyed his stroll along the turquoise sea with the sound of his children’s laughter as music to his ears.When they reached the dock, Mateo said:— Dad, do you think Aunt Fífi will like me?— Of course she will, champ. How could she not like you? You're the spitting image of your father.Mateo started laughing, while Lucía, tired from the trip, slept in Alejandro's arms.Heading to his children’s rooms, he left them in the care of their nannies.Before he left, his son Mateo asked:— Are you going to see Aunt Fífi?— Not now, champ. I have to take care of a few things. I’ll see her at dinner. But I think your mom will bring her by so you can meet in a few minutes.— Then I’m going to change my clothes. – said Mateo, excited.Alejandro ruffled his son’s hair.— Dazzle her. You’re a Moretti, just as handsome as your father.He used to joke with his son, seeing him
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Heiresses of Andreas Mikelos
Fífi had won. Yannick’s mother would not be pleased to see her beloved son marry her. And that would be her first victory.— "It’s a beautiful engagement ring, darling," she said, thrilled.— "No more than you deserve, my beloved Fífi." Yannick was happier than he had ever been. He had married the mother of his twin children.Fífi Mikelos was a young, stunningly beautiful, and overwhelmingly sensual woman. And he was addicted to her. Though his parents would be furious when they found out he had married Fífi, Yannick had no intention of losing her.She was his goddess, his weakness, and his need.After slipping the engagement ring on her finger, Yannick showed her the wedding rings.— "Darling, the minister is waiting for us in the chapel in an hour... then, my love, I’ll let you go, knowing you’ll return to me with our children."Radiant with happiness, Fífi threw herself into Yannick’s arms, hanging from
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Between Secrets and Sins
Isabela's sister couldn’t fall asleep, even though it was three in the morning and she felt exhausted.Because Isabela’s voice had reopened old wounds. One in particular was deeper than the rest. One that neither time, nor pride, nor the miles between them could heal.And deep inside, a soft but persistent anger whispered:— You took everything from me. Dad's love. Alejandro’s love. You kept everything I ever longed for.She rubbed her face, as if she could wipe the past away with her hands. But the tears came without permission.Tears from an old wound that still oozed pain and rage.And now that Isabela was asking her to return, that wound felt more alive than ever.— To go back to my father’s house. To the land where I left behind so many memories...— To relive the crime scene.— I don’t know if I want justice or if I just want to watch Isabela’s world burn.— To see her happy with Alejandro… I don’t know
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Mikelos Blood
The sea breeze caressed the windows of the Mikelos mansion, just like in the days when Andreas Mikelos would walk through it with his firm and proud stride.His memory could still be felt in every corner of the house, in the private dock where his yachts lay as well cared for as when he was alive.Mateo and Lucía had gone out a few times to sail on the turquoise sea in the yacht that had once been their grandfather Andreas’s favorite.Alejandro was enjoying a couple of days of peace and intense passion with his wife. Especially since Christopoulos had vanished from the face of the earth thanks to Isabela's strategy.But the game was not over yet. Even though he wanted to return to his homeland, Alejandro understood that his queen wanted to knock a few crowns off the heads of the traitors who had taken advantage of Andreas’s death.— Boss…— What is it, Ramiro? — Alejandro replied, lying down on the soft, fresh
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Smelling of Blood
The barrel of the gun rested against his right temple like a cold caress.Christopoulos was breathing heavily, his hand trembling, while his heart pounded like a drum in his chest. Giving the order to kill someone was very different from seeing oneself on the other side of the gun.His office was dimly lit, and the echo of his own misery drilled into his ears. He had ordered everyone in his mansion to leave.No one was to see him fall. Not his servants, not his lover, not his men. Not even those who still owed him loyalty… if he had any left.—This is the end, Christopoulos—he said to himself, whispering his sentence to the air with a hollow laugh—. I never thought I’d see myself in this situation. Me, the great Christopoulos… This was impossible.His hands trembled. His index finger stroked the trigger with the familiarity of someone who had given many death orders… but never his own.When he finally gathered
