The black car stopped in front of the mansion. Alejandro barely waited for the vehicle to come to a complete halt before opening the door and stepping out with firm strides.The house lights were on. He knew Isabela was there, waiting. His queen. His love. The only person in the world who had the power to destroy him.He entered without announcing himself, his footsteps echoing against the marble floor.Isabela was in the living room, standing with her back to him, arms crossed, her body tense. Her curls cascaded down her back, and her silhouette looked fragile… but he knew she was much stronger than she seemed.When she felt him enter, she slowly turned around.—"Did you finish?"— she asked, her voice restrained.Alejandro felt a blow to his chest. There was fire in her eyes, but also pain.—"Yes,"— he answered in a deep voice, taking a step forward.—"Did you kill him?"He remained silent fo
The mansion was silent. A suffocating, dense silence, like the prelude to a storm. Alejandro stood in the living room, watching Isabela’s shadow at the foot of the stairs. His queen. His love. His everything.She now seemed as distant and far away as a ship in the open sea, while he watched her from the shore of his anguish at losing her.She was the only woman who could destroy him with a single word. Isabela was his true love, his illusion, his life.Since he met her in Greece, this woman had gotten under his skin. She was his poison, his antidote. Without her, his life had no meaning.That’s why he called her his queen—because she was. And everyone knew it.Dino had ruined everything.Alejandro thought with fury about what that bastard Dino had done. He had torn away the veil of ignorance that Alejandro had so carefully placed over his wife’s eyes.Now, Isabela knew the truth. She knew who he was. She knew t
The echo of shattered glass vibrated through Alejandro’s office, but it wasn’t enough to calm the storm devouring him from within. With a clenched jaw and eyes clouded by rage, he walked to the window overlooking the back garden. The night was dark, but not as dark as his soul at that moment.He pulled out his phone and dialed again.—I want Dino. Alive. I want him in front of me before the night is over.The voice on the other end hesitated.—Boss… that won’t be easy. The guy disappeared.—Then find him! What the hell do I pay you for? —His tone was lethal—. And make sure he never opens his mouth again.—Does that mean we cut out his tongue, boss?—After I talk to him.He hung up with a grunt, his mind already devising all the ways he would make Dino pay for his betrayal. But for now, his priority was Isabela.She couldn’t leave. She couldn’t walk away from him.His queen.His lo
The house was calm. Alejandro had brought his children into the main living room, where the warm light of a standing lamp illuminated him as he sat on a black leather armchair. On his lap, his two-year-old daughter Lucía played with the buttons of his shirt.Next to him, his five-year-old son Mateo snuggled against his arm, listening intently to the story his father was telling in a calm, measured voice.“And then, the lion waited patiently in the shadows…” Alejandro whispered, a faint smile on his lips. “He wasn’t in a hurry, because he knew the prey always makes mistakes when it’s scared.”Mateo furrowed his brow.“Did the lion catch the traitor, Dad?”Alejandro gently stroked his son’s head with a calculated tenderness.“He always does. Patience is the key, Mateo.”The boy nodded, engraving those words in his young mind. Alejandro knew that someday his son would understand the true meaning of that lesson.
Dino had left in a car heading to a warehouse where his men were waiting for him; this meeting was crucial for the next step against Alejandro Moretti.The city breathed a thick, heavy silence, laden with tension and danger. The same feeling was inside him and his men.In the distance, the sound of a siren briefly shattered the stillness, but inside the warehouse where Dino was with his men, the atmosphere was even denser.The dim light from the hanging bulbs cast long shadows on the concrete walls, and the smell of dust and old oil filled the air.Dino walked back and forth, his jaw clenched, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Alejandro Moretti was close, too close.Dino knew it, he could feel it in his skin, in the electric tingling that ran down his spine. Every time he looked out the dirty window of the warehouse, he felt Alejandro’s presence, even though he wasn’t there.“Sir...” his second-in-command, Sandro, appro
The cars stopped in an empty alley, and armed men emerged from both sides, ready for anything.Dino stepped out, escorted by two bodyguards over two meters tall, armed with machine guns and ready to die for their boss.On the other side, Alejandro was accompanied by four men, but his second-in-command, Ramiro, was not with him.—Where is Ramiro? He’s your shadow. —Doesn’t he want to see his son?From a gray car, Ramiro stepped out with Vanessa, Dino’s mistress.—Give me back my son, Dino! Or I’ll blow your pretty woman’s brains out.Dino let out a bitter laugh.—You wouldn’t dare.—Try me. —Ramiro replied, pressing his gun to the terrified Vanessa’s head.Dino watched Alejandro light a cigarette with cold tranquility. That meant Alejandro had an ace up his sleeve.He needed to act cautiously and quickly.With a slight nod, Dino ordered the exchange.Vanessa ran into
The room was dimly lit, barely illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Clothes were scattered across the floor, silent witnesses to the intensity with which they had surrendered to each other.Isabela lay on top of Alejandro, her head resting on his chest, absentmindedly tracing circles on his skin. She felt the steady, firm beat of his heart, the warmth of his body, the security of his arms. It was so easy to let go, to forget all the pain, all the lies—Who her husband was and what he had done.But reality always returned."We should talk," Alejandro murmured, breaking the silence.Isabela half-closed her eyes. She wasn’t ready to leave this small oasis of peace just yet."I don’t want to talk right now."Alejandro slid a hand slowly down her bare back, knowing every spot that made her shiver."Then just listen to me."She sighed but didn’t move."I’ve been thinking…" His
The warm Caribbean breeze filtered through the open windows of the mansion, carrying the scent of the sea and the orchids blooming in the gardens.From the terrace, Isabela gazed at the horizon, where the golden-hued sky merged with the ocean.Alejandro approached silently, sliding his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her bare neck."What are you thinking about, my queen?" he whispered against her skin.Isabela smiled, tilting her head to the side to give him better access."About how beautiful this place is… how easy it would be to forget everything and stay here forever."Alejandro gently turned her to look into her eyes, with that intensity of his that always managed to disarm her."That’s exactly what I want, Isabela. To forget what has hurt us and focus on what truly matters. You and me."She bit her lip, tempted by his promise, by the warmt
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
While Melina waited for the general’s arrival, Isabela let her eyes wander over several photographs.—Are you just going to sit there doing nothing, Isabela?– asked Alejandro, sitting on the edge of the desk, gazing at his wife with feline eyes.—No. But I’ll give Melina a little head start.– she replied, her mouth curling into a smirk that amused Alejandro.—Almost makes me feel sorry for that poor fool.—Why?– asked Isabela, locking eyes with Alejandro.—Because Melina might feel pity for him for being the eldest son of her husband Leonidas.– leaning in, he kissed her on the lips.—But you won’t show him any mercy, my queen.Alejandro felt proud of his wife, and he didn’t want to miss a single move she made against Christopoulos and his father’s enemies.Turning his eyes to a recording, Alejandro suggested:—You could start with this... I’m sure the national press wo