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Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Cage of Hypocrisy
After loving each other and feeling free once again, without the barriers of the harsh reality that had separated them, Alejandro and Isabela slept in each other's arms, something they hadn't done in months of cold distance.While they slept in Alejandro's penthouse, Ramiro woke up on the couch in the house where the boss's wife was supposed to be.Ramiro paled at the thought of what awaited him once his boss found out that she had deceived him and escaped his watch.In the morning, Ramiro decided to call Alejandro to inform him about what had happened with his wife.—Ramiro, did you sleep well? —asked Isabela, who was the one to answer Alejandro’s phone.—Next time, Ramiro, I suggest you be more careful. My queen is a master of deception, as subtle and dangerous as her sweet voice.Kissing Isabela’s neck, he made her laugh. Ramiro didn’t know whether to be relieved that she was with the boss or worried.The on
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The private jet landed on the private airstrip of the Moretti residence in Italy. The afternoon was bathed in golden hues from the setting sun, and the fresh air carried the scent of the vineyards surrounding the property.As soon as Alejandro Moretti stepped down the stairs of the plane, hand in hand with his wife, a pair of childish giggles broke the stillness.Mateo ran toward him with open arms, followed by his younger sister, who could barely keep her balance in her excitement to reach her parents.—Dad! —Mateo shouted, throwing himself into his arms.Alejandro caught him effortlessly, lifting him into the air as if he weighed nothing. His expression, always calculated and cold in the business world, transformed into a warm and genuine smile.—My little warrior! Look how much you’ve grown! —he exclaimed, kissing him on the forehead before taking the little girl in his other arm—. And my princess! Who gave you permission to
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The night was peaceful at the Moretti mansion. Alejandro slept deeply, his head resting on Isabela’s chest as she gently stroked his hair.The murmuring wind swayed the curtains, and the steady rhythm of his breathing gave her a sense of tranquility.After moments of tension, this was a gift they both cherished.Their bodies were united, not by desire, but by love. They were two silent, calm souls, detached from the war that might be brewing outside.Their breathing was slow and deep, sleep claiming them while the serenity of the night embraced them.But peace never lasted long in the world of the Morettis.The sound of a vibrating phone on the nightstand shattered their calm and their rest.It was Alejandro’s secure phone. He had left it there, no longer needing to hide it from his wife.Isabela’s eyes fluttered open. Late-night calls were no longer strange to her now that she was part of her husband’
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The road stretched ahead of them, dark and relentless, as the convoy of vehicles sped toward the industrial zone.Isabela sat in the back seat of the armored car, mentally reviewing every step of her plan. Beside her, Miguel drove with the focus of a man who knew this night could be his last.—"We're five minutes from the meeting point, boss,"— he reported, not taking his eyes off the road.Isabela nodded. Her gaze was fixed on the screen of Alejandro's secure phone. No message, no sign.Her stomach churned with uncertainty, but she couldn't afford to fear or doubt.Adrik and her father's men would be waiting at the agreed crossing. If everything went according to plan, they could intercept the ambush before it was too late.But in the world of the mafia, plans rarely unfolded perfectly.—"We've reached the crossing, boss,"— Miguel announced.In the distance, the headlights illuminated a group of vehic
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The old man, his skin hardened by years of labor under the sun, swallowed hard as Dino’s gun brushed against his temple.Eight rough-looking men, their clothes reeking of gunpowder and stained with blood, had violently interrupted his rest, barging into his home uninvited.His humble house, far from civilization and surrounded by the peace of the countryside, was now under threat from ruthless criminals.His trembling hands searched for the kitchen switch, turning it on as the water boiled on the old gas stove.Dino was breathing heavily, the wound in his abdomen bleeding through his shirt, but it wasn’t the pain that consumed him the most—it was rage.—“We got too confident…”—he growled, clenching his jaw.One of Constantino’s sons, Giancarlo, shot him a look full of reproach.—“We got confident because you said Moretti would come alone…”Dino let out a bitter laugh, shoving the old man to hurry with
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Lorenzo Cassini was a well-known and respected senator in national politics—a man who governed by playing his cards with mastery.His office was located in the palatial heart of Rome, a refuge of power and luxury. Velvet curtains in deep red cascaded over the windows.The marble floor gleamed under the dim light of crystal chandeliers, reflecting the golden fragments of his life: expensive paintings, antique clocks, and a collection of sculptures that only a select few could afford.Around him, the sounds of the city faded away, but his mind never stopped moving—plotting, calculating. Lorenzo Cassini was dangerously astute.With control over the political threads in his hands, Lorenzo had built a network of allies that stretched from the halls of the Senate to the darkest corners of the city.He had made power his own, not only through political cunning but also through his unwavering will to manipulate those around him.
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Vanessa had perfectly played her role as an innocent woman seduced by a pervert like Lorenzo Cassini.It wasn’t the first time that such encounters between Lorenzo and young women had taken place in that hotel suite.There had been several occasions when the hotel manager received a visit from Lorenzo Cassini in his office.— “When the cleaning staff takes care of my suite… they must do so with utmost discretion.”Extending an envelope filled with money over the manager’s desk, he stared at him with brutal intensity. That money carried a threat, both for him and the cleaning staff.The manager had come across the same scene more than once.A young woman lying on the senator’s bed, drugged and sexually assaulted by a white-collar degenerate who would never be accused of anything improper.The hotel employees received a hefty sum of money for their silence and for cleaning
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The dense air in Sergio Bianchi’s study was saturated with the mix of aged brandy and the metallic scent of fresh blood. Lorenzo Cassini’s head remained inside the box on the mahogany table, though no one dared to look directly at it. It was a silent warning, an offering of war.Dino didn’t take his eyes off Sergio Bianchi, waiting for the next move from the capo. He knew that in the circles of organized crime, a word carried as much weight as gunpowder, but betrayal was always lurking in the shadows.One of the most important rules was:— Never turn your back on your enemies, nor your friends, if you want to stay alive.Bianchi leaned back in his leather chair and half-closed his eyes, savoring the moment of his revenge against Lorenzo Cassini.— The Morettis and their family are doomed, —he said with a voice as cold as ice—. But that doesn’t mean the execution must be immediate.Dino rested his elbows on his knees, le
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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
