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The Queen’s Hunt
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Queen 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-26Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Forbidden Truth
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
Last Updated : 2025-03-26Queen 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Queen 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
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Queen 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
Last Updated : 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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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
