Isabela leaned back in the leather seat of the jet, crossing her legs with the calm of someone who knew everything was under control. She looked out the window at the vastness of the ocean, and a barely noticeable smile formed on her lips. She had played her cards well. They weren’t out of danger yet, but she was close to achieving it.— Estimated time of arrival? — she asked, without taking her eyes off the horizon.— Three hours, boss, — Miguel replied.Isabela nodded and took a sip of sparkling water from her glass. What she had asked Melina for was to ensure her family’s safety—something not easy to achieve, but Melina could make it happen by pulling the right strings. Her mind stayed cool, going over in detail all the things that made the minister a perfect target for blackmail and manipulation, hoping she wouldn’t have to use any of it.She had made a mistake by ordering Vicente Barragán's assassi
While Isabela was on her way back to the safe house Melina had arranged for her, her husband Alejandro woke up with a start.Cold sweat drenched his forehead. The sedative Katherine had given him was beginning to wear off.His body felt heavy, as if trapped in a sea of fog. He tried to move his fingers, but a sharp pain in his right shoulder reminded him that his body was far from being at its best.Katherine sat by his side, her face attentive but serious. She observed him with a professional calm, but Alejandro couldn’t help but notice the tension in her eyes.—Mr. Moretti, how are you feeling? —Katherine said in a low voice.Alejandro tried to focus, but his mind was still caught in a whirlwind of confusing thoughts and senseless images drifting through his head.—Where is Isabela? —he asked immediately, his voice hoarse, commanding answers with evident authority.He searched the room for the face of his wife, who had alwa
Before Isabela arrived at the house where Alejandro was anxiously waiting for her, news of her presence in Greece had already reached the ears of a high-ranking official in the Greek government.Melina, who was still in the hotel’s private lounge, received an unexpected visit.— What are you doing here, Christopoulos? —said Melina, her eyes wide with surprise.— You’re not the only one with ears everywhere, Melina…— What’s that supposed to mean?With an ironic smile, he replied.— I know she’s here… I saw her leave and I know she was with you. — What is she doing here and what did she ask you for? —his once “friendly” gaze turned serious and demanding.— You claimed to have ears everywhere, figure it out yourself… But I recommend you stay away from her.Standing from her seat, Melina walked away without listening to anything else Christopoulos had to say.— Melina…Stopping, the minister
The silence between them became denser than the air in that room. Alejandro kept his gaze fixed on Isabela, as if trying to pull answers from her without the need for words.— I don’t want to fight with you, my love, —Isabela said, using the softest voice she could choose amid the tension that filled the room.— Then don’t force me to, Isabela, —Alejandro responded with tense calm— Not after everything we’ve been through... I don’t deserve to be kept in the dark.Isabela sat up slightly, her thoughts too heavy to remain seated.— It’s not that I want to hide things from you, Alejandro. It’s just… there are certain truths that could change everything. And I’m not sure how you would react if you heard them.A dry, humorless laugh escaped Alejandro’s throat. The way he looked at Isabela made her even more tense, her hands began to tremble slightly.— Isabela, I was between life and death, I lost blood, strength,
Isabela lay beside Alejandro, so close yet careful not to hurt him.But Alejandro missed his wife, so with furtive caresses, he led Isabela into desire.— You know we can’t, my love...— Who said we can’t, my queen?— Alejandro, you’re not well yet and I don’t want to hurt you.— I miss feeling you, my queen. Let me take you to where my imagination is already making love to you.With soft and intense kisses, Alejandro led Isabela to a passionately deep climax. The king possessed his queen, claiming his crown in Isabela’s heart.Christopoulos was no longer someone Alejandro worried about—Isabela belonged to him, and no one could take her away.With her by his side, Alejandro felt strong again, and her love gave him the energy to become the man he used to be before he was hurt.If Christopoulos dared approach his wife, he would be ready to face him.Alejandro Moretti’s certainty that th
In a luxurious room of white marble and antique chandeliers, Alejandro was enjoying dinner with his family.Isabela smiled, happy to see her husband so recovered, as if nothing had ever happened. His determination was astonishing; when Alejandro said enough to something, it became law.A law he had enforced many times, even upon his own body. The king did not bow to anything or anyone.Especially not when someone tried to take away something so precious to him—his queen.While Alejandro and Isabela listened to their children express how happy they were that their father was well, Christopoulos was twirling a ring between his fingers, staring out the window of his car.—Are you sure she’s there? —he asked coldly one of his trusted men.—Yes, sir. A source confirmed it.—But she’s not alone, sir. Her husband is with her, and their children too. —the man said with fear.
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
Isabela breathed heavily, her mind filled with questions, but the most terrifying answer of all was the one she dared not voice aloud.Alejandro had appeared, yes, but was he truly the one who had come to save her, or was this just another move in a much more dangerous game she wasn’t aware of?The screams and gunshots still echoed through the villa, like a reverberation that wouldn't stop haunting her mind and that of her children.The passage stretched on, becoming endless, as if it would never end. Every step she took resounded like a harbinger of something worse, and even though her children cried softly in her arms, Isabela couldn’t stop thinking about the cold stare of the men chasing them, nor that mocking voice that had said, "Where is the queen of the Moretti empire?"The queen. The queen. Was that the life she had been living? The wife of a powerful man who controlled everything from the shadows, with a power that bordered on t
In a luxurious room of white marble and antique chandeliers, Alejandro was enjoying dinner with his family.Isabela smiled, happy to see her husband so recovered, as if nothing had ever happened. His determination was astonishing; when Alejandro said enough to something, it became law.A law he had enforced many times, even upon his own body. The king did not bow to anything or anyone.Especially not when someone tried to take away something so precious to him—his queen.While Alejandro and Isabela listened to their children express how happy they were that their father was well, Christopoulos was twirling a ring between his fingers, staring out the window of his car.—Are you sure she’s there? —he asked coldly one of his trusted men.—Yes, sir. A source confirmed it.—But she’s not alone, sir. Her husband is with her, and their children too. —the man said with fear.
Isabela lay beside Alejandro, so close yet careful not to hurt him.But Alejandro missed his wife, so with furtive caresses, he led Isabela into desire.— You know we can’t, my love...— Who said we can’t, my queen?— Alejandro, you’re not well yet and I don’t want to hurt you.— I miss feeling you, my queen. Let me take you to where my imagination is already making love to you.With soft and intense kisses, Alejandro led Isabela to a passionately deep climax. The king possessed his queen, claiming his crown in Isabela’s heart.Christopoulos was no longer someone Alejandro worried about—Isabela belonged to him, and no one could take her away.With her by his side, Alejandro felt strong again, and her love gave him the energy to become the man he used to be before he was hurt.If Christopoulos dared approach his wife, he would be ready to face him.Alejandro Moretti’s certainty that th
The silence between them became denser than the air in that room. Alejandro kept his gaze fixed on Isabela, as if trying to pull answers from her without the need for words.— I don’t want to fight with you, my love, —Isabela said, using the softest voice she could choose amid the tension that filled the room.— Then don’t force me to, Isabela, —Alejandro responded with tense calm— Not after everything we’ve been through... I don’t deserve to be kept in the dark.Isabela sat up slightly, her thoughts too heavy to remain seated.— It’s not that I want to hide things from you, Alejandro. It’s just… there are certain truths that could change everything. And I’m not sure how you would react if you heard them.A dry, humorless laugh escaped Alejandro’s throat. The way he looked at Isabela made her even more tense, her hands began to tremble slightly.— Isabela, I was between life and death, I lost blood, strength,
Before Isabela arrived at the house where Alejandro was anxiously waiting for her, news of her presence in Greece had already reached the ears of a high-ranking official in the Greek government.Melina, who was still in the hotel’s private lounge, received an unexpected visit.— What are you doing here, Christopoulos? —said Melina, her eyes wide with surprise.— You’re not the only one with ears everywhere, Melina…— What’s that supposed to mean?With an ironic smile, he replied.— I know she’s here… I saw her leave and I know she was with you. — What is she doing here and what did she ask you for? —his once “friendly” gaze turned serious and demanding.— You claimed to have ears everywhere, figure it out yourself… But I recommend you stay away from her.Standing from her seat, Melina walked away without listening to anything else Christopoulos had to say.— Melina…Stopping, the minister
While Isabela was on her way back to the safe house Melina had arranged for her, her husband Alejandro woke up with a start.Cold sweat drenched his forehead. The sedative Katherine had given him was beginning to wear off.His body felt heavy, as if trapped in a sea of fog. He tried to move his fingers, but a sharp pain in his right shoulder reminded him that his body was far from being at its best.Katherine sat by his side, her face attentive but serious. She observed him with a professional calm, but Alejandro couldn’t help but notice the tension in her eyes.—Mr. Moretti, how are you feeling? —Katherine said in a low voice.Alejandro tried to focus, but his mind was still caught in a whirlwind of confusing thoughts and senseless images drifting through his head.—Where is Isabela? —he asked immediately, his voice hoarse, commanding answers with evident authority.He searched the room for the face of his wife, who had alwa
Isabela leaned back in the leather seat of the jet, crossing her legs with the calm of someone who knew everything was under control. She looked out the window at the vastness of the ocean, and a barely noticeable smile formed on her lips. She had played her cards well. They weren’t out of danger yet, but she was close to achieving it.— Estimated time of arrival? — she asked, without taking her eyes off the horizon.— Three hours, boss, — Miguel replied.Isabela nodded and took a sip of sparkling water from her glass. What she had asked Melina for was to ensure her family’s safety—something not easy to achieve, but Melina could make it happen by pulling the right strings. Her mind stayed cool, going over in detail all the things that made the minister a perfect target for blackmail and manipulation, hoping she wouldn’t have to use any of it.She had made a mistake by ordering Vicente Barragán's assassi
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.
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.
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