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Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Survive or Become One of Them
Isabela's hands trembled as she tried to catch her breath. Her mind screamed that she needed to get out of there, to run as far away as possible before Alejandro discovered that she had heard too much.But where would she go? How could she escape without raising suspicion? She couldn't leave him—Alejandro had warned her before his trip to Colombia.Alejandro was capable of locking her up for life in a room and denying her access to her children. The thought horrified her. Isabela pressed her lips tightly together and closed her eyes for a moment.She couldn't panic. She had to think clearly.Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly. Her legs shook, but she couldn't stay there. Forcing herself to move, she walked lightly toward the stairs.She needed to get to her room as soon as possible. If Alejandro found her awake in another part of the house, he would ask questions. Questions she had no convincing answers for.
Last Updated : 2025-03-06Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Queen and the Boss
The light was dim, the curtains were closed, and the scent of whiskey and tobacco filled the air.— My world is dangerous, my queen—always a deadly trap.— I know… You’d be surprised to learn just how much I know about the world you live in.— Oh, really? And where did you learn all that?With a defiant smile, Isabela replied:— My father wasn’t exactly a wine merchant… He was an arms dealer.— Well, that’s very interesting, Alejandro said, smiling.Isabela stared at him for a moment. Then, she smiled and said:— You already knew.— I pride myself on staying one step ahead of everyone—and everything.Letting out a low laugh, Isabela said:— Now I understand why you call me queen. — I just want to know—why did you choose me instead of my older sister?— That’s easy—because you drove me crazy from the very first time I saw you.Between them, there was always that game o
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Storm at Home
Upon returning to the mansion, Alejandro was absolutely satisfied with Isabela. He was sure that her soul was just as dark as his own.With an intense kiss, Alejandro expected to find the fierce woman, to have a passionate encounter that would seal a perfect night.— Not now, Alejandro. — The children must be waiting for me to say goodnight.— You’re right, my queen… Give them a kiss from me. — I have to take care of a few things in my office, and then I’ll come up in a few minutes…— Wait for me, because I want to love my wife.With a smile, Isabela turned her back to him, climbing the stairs with firm steps, as if nothing had changed.But that night, she didn’t feel capable of looking into her children’s eyes. She felt dirty.Upon entering her room, where no one could see her, her expression changed. Her gaze was no longer cold and heartless—she was a desperate woman.
Last Updated : 2025-03-09Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife An Expected Attack
The security cameras of the Moretti mansion moved slowly in different directions, hinting at the feeling that the wind was about to change.The shadow of a war that had already begun loomed over them. Dino was behind the boycott against the Colombians...The bastard knew how the mafia operated. He had worked with Alejandro for years and could anticipate some of his moves. This time, he had caught the capo off guard.Alejandro was focused on what was happening with his espada. Once he had earned her forgiveness—or at least, that’s what he believed—the change in Isabela had thrown him off balance.Dino would take advantage of that distraction to make his move.The night of Saturday, July 10, fell heavily over the mansion, like a dark shadow.Outside, the property’s lights shone brightly, but inside, the atmosphere was unsettling.The calm of the past few days was suddenly interrupted by the sharp sound of shatter
Last Updated : 2025-03-09Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Price of Power
The Moretti mansion had regained its calm, but the air still smelled of gunpowder and blood. The guards were cleaning up the remains of the attack, dragging away the bodies of Dino's men and disposing of the evidence that could not reach the police.Alejandro watched from his study, a cigar between his fingers, his gaze lost in the security cameras. His kingdom was still standing, but the war was far from over.The door opened, and Miguel entered discreetly.—The Colombians are wounded but alive. We left them where you ordered, boss.Alejandro nodded.—Good. Let word spread about what happened tonight. I want everyone in the city to know what happens when they mess with me.—Understood, boss.Miguel left without a sound.Alejandro put out his cigar and rubbed his face with his hands. He felt like a king, but also like a weary man. Power was a burden that kept him alert, a balance between brutality and
Last Updated : 2025-03-09Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Queen’s Move
Days of calm followed Dino’s attack. The wretched man was recovering slowly in a hospital, his lover never leaving his side—nor did Alejandro’s informant.A doctor had been paid a large sum, not only to keep an eye on Dino but also to ensure that if he opened his mouth, his days on this earth would come to a swift end.At the Moretti mansion, things were running smoothly until Ramiro gave his report to the boss.When he entered Alejandro’s office, he wasn’t alone—his wife, Isabela, was with him. That was still unusual for Ramiro, but the boss never strayed from her side, and neither did she from his.Ramiro hesitated, unsure of how to greet them.— "Boss… Ma’am..."— "Relax, Ramiro. You can speak to me as you always have… Isabela and I are one now. Whatever you have to say to me, she will hear as well."— "As you say, boss."— "What news do you have, Ramiro?" Isabela asked, sitting on a leather armchai
Last Updated : 2025-03-11Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Queen’s Crown and the King’s Watch
The night had settled in with the chill of a premonitory hourglass. In a hidden hangar on the outskirts of Bogotá, a shipment that would define the underworld’s future awaited its turn.Meanwhile, in the office of her secure hideout, Isabela meticulously reviewed every detail of the plan. In front of a screen displaying routes, maps, and checkpoints, her gaze hardened with the determination of a queen under siege.—Ramiro, check the land and air routes again. There must be no room for error —she ordered, her voice low and firm, each word imbued with authority.Ramiro, fully aware that any mistake could be fatal, nodded without hesitation.The operation was as bold as it was necessary: delivering a shipment of high-caliber weapons to a Mexican guerrilla cell that, in the shadows, defied the imposed order.Armored trucks, armed escorts, and meticulously chosen routes were part of an intricate plan that only someone with Isabela’s
Last Updated : 2025-03-12Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Alejandro's Arms
It was 5 in the morning when Isabela woke up thinking about her children. She longed to hear their childish voices and tell them that today she would go shopping to bring them many gifts and souvenirs from her trip to Colombia.She called her husband, hoping to hear his voice, but her phone was off. That struck her as odd.For a moment, jealousy made her imagine him in another woman's arms. But then she decided to call one of her children’s caregivers.— Natasha, my…— Is it mom? — Mateo asked excitedly.Isabela was happy to hear her son's voice.— Give the phone to Mateo, Natasha.— Yes, ma’am.Excited, Mateo said: — Are you coming back soon, mom? My sister and I miss you so much.— I miss you both too. I just have one more thing to do here and then I’ll be back home, I promise, my love.Isabela squinted her eyes as she listened to Mateo’s voice on the other end of the line. Her eyes
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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
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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
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Queen 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
