Ramiro was a man of iron; he had received a considerable wound to his stomach, and instead of resting as the Greek commander's doctor had recommended, The Wolves, Ramiro was standing, in charge of the watch for his boss.— "This idiot Ramiro would give his life for you, Moretti." – pointed out Vasilakis, the experienced doctor of The Wolves.— "Ramiro is the best man in my organization…"— "You can be sure of him, Moretti."— "I'm never sure of anyone, Vasilakis... not even my own shadow."Alejandro Moretti was a very distrustful man; since he was young, he had to learn to watch his own back.His father had been killed by his supposed best friend, his trusted man, and that marked him for life. When he had the chance, he himself blew the brains out of his father’s killer.So Alejandro Moretti was a man to be careful of, loyal to his men but not blind.At four in the morning, while everyone was sleeping,
Dawn covered the city with a gray veil; that morning, the rain threatened to fall.A luxurious black car appeared parked outside an old industrial warehouse, in an area where shady deals were often made.It was an exclusive model, impossible to overlook, yet no one had noticed it.The unmistakable stench of death began to fill the air, and a passing delivery man was the first to notice something strange in the distance.Frowning, with curiosity creeping up his spine, he stopped his truck and stepped out, approaching just enough to distinguish the macabre scene.What he saw made him take a step back, his stomach churning—lifeless bodies at the foot of a luxury car and a man slumped over the steering wheel, his face pale, his eyes still open in an expression of surprise and horror.Horrified, he called the police.Minutes later, red and blue lights flickered across the scene. Police officers exchanged nervous gla
Once Alejandro received the news of Bianchi’s execution, he went to rest.By morning, the news of his death was not only in the newspapers but on every news channel.Ramiro noticed the tension in Alejandro, that peculiar look that indicated he was scheming something.— “Is something worrying you, boss?”Taking a sip of his coffee, Alejandro remained silent, lost in thought. After a few minutes, he spoke.— “I know Dino well. He will wait for the right moment to make his move…”— “But the idiots from the Constantino family are not that patient…”— “What do you mean, boss?”— “Ramiro, gather the men,” Alejandro ordered without giving any further explanations.Once his men were assembled, Alejandro gave them instructions on what they needed to do. The pieces on his board were moved with a coldly calculated strategy.On the night of Tuesday, October 10th, the Moretti mansion stood surroun
After enjoying his wife's body, Alejandro felt renewed. The bloodshed and settling of scores had been left behind in Italy, in Ramiro’s hands.In the United States, Alejandro Moretti was just a man in love and a caring, understanding father.The men from the Wolves’ squad, who were guarding Isabela and the children, gave them enough space so Alejandro could enjoy a normal life as a husband and father.Alejandro’s bodyguards also kept their distance without losing sight of their boss and his family.The entire perimeter was carefully watched by those two human towers.The snipers, part of the Moretti family’s security team, dressed casually, blending in as innocent tourists, while beneath their loose shirts, they carried their legally registered weapons.— "The boss looks really happy," noted Leandro, the 7'2" tall bodyguard.— "With his wife, he always looks happy," Stwardo added. "That’s why there’s a high pri
The next day, the Moretti family's itinerary was packed with activities at the park and a romantic night for Alejandro and his wife.The family atmosphere was wrapped in a meticulously organized security ring.Moretti’s wolves and bodyguards maintained constant surveillance, along with other men hired to monitor all possible points of danger.That detail was overlooked by those who intended to ambush and assassinate Moretti.The hunt for Alejandro Moretti was underway amid the innocent tourists at the park.The bustle of Disneyland continued as if a man’s fate was not about to be decided in the crowd.Lights shone in every location with their harmless, childlike glow. Costumed characters handed out smiles, and tourists wandered without suspecting that, among them, a group of assassins was weaving a deadly ambush.In a less crowded corner of the park, the hitman who had been tailing Moretti was following his bos
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…
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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