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Rescue of the Queen
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2025-03-27 23:28:01
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Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Price of Rescue
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
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-29Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Not a Minute More
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
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The 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-30Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Wrath of Barragán
The roar of the engines of Damián Barragán's private jet echoed like a signal of power in the starry sky.His hatred for Isabela had driven him to board the plane with the intention of getting to the Aeroporto di Olbia-Costa Smeralda faster. In the city of Olbia, on the island of Sardinia.His movements were calculated, and the plan against the Moretti family had no flaws. He knew exactly the route the air ambulance carrying Alejandro Moretti and his family would take.Everything seemed perfect, but something still didn't sit right with him. The Morettis were no ordinary enemies, they were the head of a powerful organization, and Alejandro was known for his cunning and for staying one step ahead of death.The fact that he had survived being mortally wounded said a lot about Alejandro Moretti, and the way his wife had anticipated the attacks from his enemies made her a woman of danger.That was something he co
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-01Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Latent Tension
Everyone felt overwhelmed, not only by the number of armed people around them but also by the invisible presence of an enemy in the sky.The one most eager to leave Portugal was Alejandro. From his secure phone, he had already ordered a large sum of money to be transferred to the generals and all the immediate personnel handling his security and the private jet.Katherine, his nurse, helped him board the plane along with Isabela. Once he was placed in a seat reclined to resemble a stretcher, Isabela took care of the children, who couldn’t understand what was happening or why they were on another plane.Security was at its highest level, yet Alejandro's instincts told him they were still not safe.He and his family needed to get out of there as quickly as possible to reach Costa Esmeralda.Isabela looked at the children, who were beginning to grow restless.Lucía stared at the plane’s lights through the window, while Mat
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-02Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife An Anticipated Move
The control tower at Santa María Airport had given landing clearance to the private jet with apparent cold calm. But inside, adrenaline made their hearts race like lightning striking the ground. — "What do we do, Commander?" —asked the air traffic controller. — "The usual. Nothing happened here." — "And if they ask questions?" —the operator insisted. — "About what?" —The Commander scanned them with his eyes—. "You don’t know anything… No one here has seen or heard anything!" —His energetic tone left no room for doubt. Nodding, they all returned to their posts, focused on the aircraft’s landing. The roar of the engines of Damián Barragán’s private jet tore through the night like thunder heralding a storm. The landing lights illuminated the Santa María airport runway, sliding over the deserted asphalt as if searching for something… or someone.
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-03Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Queen's Move
Isabela gripped her phone tightly as the sound of the military jet's engine roared in the background. She knew that this call could be her last chance to ensure the safety of her family.Her heart raced, but her voice remained steady and authoritative.— Isabela? —Melina's voice on the line sounded incredulous, but she didn't hesitate to recognize her.— Melina, I need your help. Immediately.There was a brief silence on the line, only interrupted by a sigh from the Greek Minister of Foreign Affairs.— Tell me what you need, and I'll make it happen.Isabela closed her eyes for a moment, weighing her words. She couldn’t afford any mistakes or beating around the bush.— I have a military private jet leaving Portugal with an uncertain destination. I can’t make it to Costa Esmeralda; Damián Barragán is on our tail. I need to land in Greece, without being detected by commercial radars or international agencies.
Huling Na-update : 2025-04-04Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Escape
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
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-27
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Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Queen's Move
Isabela gripped her phone tightly as the sound of the military jet's engine roared in the background. She knew that this call could be her last chance to ensure the safety of her family.Her heart raced, but her voice remained steady and authoritative.— Isabela? —Melina's voice on the line sounded incredulous, but she didn't hesitate to recognize her.— Melina, I need your help. Immediately.There was a brief silence on the line, only interrupted by a sigh from the Greek Minister of Foreign Affairs.— Tell me what you need, and I'll make it happen.Isabela closed her eyes for a moment, weighing her words. She couldn’t afford any mistakes or beating around the bush.— I have a military private jet leaving Portugal with an uncertain destination. I can’t make it to Costa Esmeralda; Damián Barragán is on our tail. I need to land in Greece, without being detected by commercial radars or international agencies.
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife An Anticipated Move
The control tower at Santa María Airport had given landing clearance to the private jet with apparent cold calm. But inside, adrenaline made their hearts race like lightning striking the ground. — "What do we do, Commander?" —asked the air traffic controller. — "The usual. Nothing happened here." — "And if they ask questions?" —the operator insisted. — "About what?" —The Commander scanned them with his eyes—. "You don’t know anything… No one here has seen or heard anything!" —His energetic tone left no room for doubt. Nodding, they all returned to their posts, focused on the aircraft’s landing. The roar of the engines of Damián Barragán’s private jet tore through the night like thunder heralding a storm. The landing lights illuminated the Santa María airport runway, sliding over the deserted asphalt as if searching for something… or someone.
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Latent Tension
Everyone felt overwhelmed, not only by the number of armed people around them but also by the invisible presence of an enemy in the sky.The one most eager to leave Portugal was Alejandro. From his secure phone, he had already ordered a large sum of money to be transferred to the generals and all the immediate personnel handling his security and the private jet.Katherine, his nurse, helped him board the plane along with Isabela. Once he was placed in a seat reclined to resemble a stretcher, Isabela took care of the children, who couldn’t understand what was happening or why they were on another plane.Security was at its highest level, yet Alejandro's instincts told him they were still not safe.He and his family needed to get out of there as quickly as possible to reach Costa Esmeralda.Isabela looked at the children, who were beginning to grow restless.Lucía stared at the plane’s lights through the window, while Mat
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Wrath of Barragán
The roar of the engines of Damián Barragán's private jet echoed like a signal of power in the starry sky.His hatred for Isabela had driven him to board the plane with the intention of getting to the Aeroporto di Olbia-Costa Smeralda faster. In the city of Olbia, on the island of Sardinia.His movements were calculated, and the plan against the Moretti family had no flaws. He knew exactly the route the air ambulance carrying Alejandro Moretti and his family would take.Everything seemed perfect, but something still didn't sit right with him. The Morettis were no ordinary enemies, they were the head of a powerful organization, and Alejandro was known for his cunning and for staying one step ahead of death.The fact that he had survived being mortally wounded said a lot about Alejandro Moretti, and the way his wife had anticipated the attacks from his enemies made her a woman of danger.That was something he co
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife No Trace to Follow
The 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
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Not a Minute More
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
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Price of Rescue
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
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Rescue of the Queen
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
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Kidnapping
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
