Night had fallen like a thick shroud over the Villa where the Morettis resided, but the calm and silence were deceiving.From the shadows surrounding the property, a drone observed every movement of the guards with precision.Damián Barragán, with a hidden earpiece and eyes of steel, waited for the exact moment to strike.His unshakable composure made him look like an eagle waiting to pounce.— In three… two… one… now —he whispered.A muffled explosion rocked the northern wall, raising a cloud of dust and disorienting the men stationed in that area.It wasn’t a large-scale attack, but rather a well-planned distraction. While the guards rushed toward the noise, Barragán’s men infiltrated through the eastern side, silent as specters in the shadows.Inside the villa, luxury stood in stark contrast to the imminent chaos. The chandeliers hung motionless above Alejandro and his family, who began to grow uneasy due to
While Isabela breathed hatred and vengeance for her captor and his filthy intentions, Alejandro roared with fury like a wounded lion.The hall was wrapped in a tense silence, broken only by the sound of Alejandro's footsteps as he approached Barragán.The partial blackout had given him the advantage he needed against his enemy, although he knew Damián Barragán was not the one he had to worry about now.The dense atmosphere was charged with aggression, like a storm sweeping everything in its path.Alejandro seemed calm, but his tense body revealed a stillness more dangerous than any scream or threat.Barragán was lying on the floor, reduced to powerlessness by Alejandro himself.Alejandro's men had killed most of Barragán’s men, while among Alejandro's own, some were wounded and others—like the orange-beret men—had casualties too, though some remained unharmed.Among the wounded, nurse Katherine was tending to t
The roar of the engine was swallowed by the night as they approached the Villa.Ramiro stepped out first, his senses on high alert, and Alejandro followed with Isabela still in his arms. She was so exhausted she had fallen asleep resting on Alejandro’s shoulder.The night breeze caressed Isabela’s face, as if the wind itself wanted to console her after the hell she had just escaped.Isabela slowly opened her eyes, recognizing the ground beneath her feet, though it wasn’t quite as she remembered.The impact was immediate.The Villa was… destroyed.Marble columns broken in half.Shattered reinforced windows.Fire had licked the walls, leaving its blackened mark on what once stood as a symbol of elegance.The main gate hung from a single hinge, like a defeated soldier.The silence was another character there—thick, grieving.Isabela couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow as she remembere
The mansion rose like a relic of time, untouched in its luxury and elegance, as if Andreas Mikelos had foreseen that one day his princess Isabela would return as queen to take her place in his empire. But beyond all that gleaming marble, the imposing columns, and the windows that opened to a turquoise sea stirred by the Aegean wind, there were secrets buried within those walls. Secrets that now demanded to come out of the shadows into the light.— Now that the children are asleep, I want you to come with me. — Just like the day you revealed your secrets by opening your secret vault, it's time you learned the secrets Andreas Mikelos kept.Isabela stopped in front of one of the double doors in the east wing. Alejandro followed behind, silent, watchful, walking with the firmness of an imposing emperor.— It's here… — said Isabela in barely a whisper, pulling a hidden key from inside a solid gold figurine. She inserted it into the loc
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
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
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
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
The mansion rose like a relic of time, untouched in its luxury and elegance, as if Andreas Mikelos had foreseen that one day his princess Isabela would return as queen to take her place in his empire. But beyond all that gleaming marble, the imposing columns, and the windows that opened to a turquoise sea stirred by the Aegean wind, there were secrets buried within those walls. Secrets that now demanded to come out of the shadows into the light.— Now that the children are asleep, I want you to come with me. — Just like the day you revealed your secrets by opening your secret vault, it's time you learned the secrets Andreas Mikelos kept.Isabela stopped in front of one of the double doors in the east wing. Alejandro followed behind, silent, watchful, walking with the firmness of an imposing emperor.— It's here… — said Isabela in barely a whisper, pulling a hidden key from inside a solid gold figurine. She inserted it into the loc
The roar of the engine was swallowed by the night as they approached the Villa.Ramiro stepped out first, his senses on high alert, and Alejandro followed with Isabela still in his arms. She was so exhausted she had fallen asleep resting on Alejandro’s shoulder.The night breeze caressed Isabela’s face, as if the wind itself wanted to console her after the hell she had just escaped.Isabela slowly opened her eyes, recognizing the ground beneath her feet, though it wasn’t quite as she remembered.The impact was immediate.The Villa was… destroyed.Marble columns broken in half.Shattered reinforced windows.Fire had licked the walls, leaving its blackened mark on what once stood as a symbol of elegance.The main gate hung from a single hinge, like a defeated soldier.The silence was another character there—thick, grieving.Isabela couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow as she remembere
While Isabela breathed hatred and vengeance for her captor and his filthy intentions, Alejandro roared with fury like a wounded lion.The hall was wrapped in a tense silence, broken only by the sound of Alejandro's footsteps as he approached Barragán.The partial blackout had given him the advantage he needed against his enemy, although he knew Damián Barragán was not the one he had to worry about now.The dense atmosphere was charged with aggression, like a storm sweeping everything in its path.Alejandro seemed calm, but his tense body revealed a stillness more dangerous than any scream or threat.Barragán was lying on the floor, reduced to powerlessness by Alejandro himself.Alejandro's men had killed most of Barragán’s men, while among Alejandro's own, some were wounded and others—like the orange-beret men—had casualties too, though some remained unharmed.Among the wounded, nurse Katherine was tending to t
Night had fallen like a thick shroud over the Villa where the Morettis resided, but the calm and silence were deceiving.From the shadows surrounding the property, a drone observed every movement of the guards with precision.Damián Barragán, with a hidden earpiece and eyes of steel, waited for the exact moment to strike.His unshakable composure made him look like an eagle waiting to pounce.— In three… two… one… now —he whispered.A muffled explosion rocked the northern wall, raising a cloud of dust and disorienting the men stationed in that area.It wasn’t a large-scale attack, but rather a well-planned distraction. While the guards rushed toward the noise, Barragán’s men infiltrated through the eastern side, silent as specters in the shadows.Inside the villa, luxury stood in stark contrast to the imminent chaos. The chandeliers hung motionless above Alejandro and his family, who began to grow uneasy due to
Christopoulos left the villa where Isabela and her family were, with a bitter taste in his mouth.He had arrived with confident steps and now walked away with a sour sensation in his chest, though that didn’t mean defeat.As he got into his car to return home, Christopoulos was already scheming in his mind how to get his way.— Don't think you've beaten me again, Alejandro Moretti. Isabela will be mine, even if she doesn’t want it.Christopoulos' mansion was imposing, dominating the city with its neoclassical architecture that reflected the power he had accumulated over the years.The man, with a perfectly sculpted face and calculating gaze, stood in his office, in front of a mahogany wood desk that seemed as cold as his character.The velvet red curtains swayed slowly, as if trying to spy on his thoughts.As his mind turned over everything that had just happened at the Moretti residence, his anger was transfor
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