บททั้งหมดของ Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

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

After loving each other and feeling free once again, without the barriers of the harsh reality that had separated them, Alejandro and Isabela slept in each other's arms, something they hadn't done in months of cold distance.While they slept in Alejandro's penthouse, Ramiro woke up on the couch in the house where the boss's wife was supposed to be.Ramiro paled at the thought of what awaited him once his boss found out that she had deceived him and escaped his watch.In the morning, Ramiro decided to call Alejandro to inform him about what had happened with his wife.—Ramiro, did you sleep well? —asked Isabela, who was the one to answer Alejandro’s phone.—Next time, Ramiro, I suggest you be more careful. My queen is a master of deception, as subtle and dangerous as her sweet voice.Kissing Isabela’s neck, he made her laugh. Ramiro didn’t know whether to be relieved that she was with the boss or worried.The on

The night was peaceful at the Moretti mansion. Alejandro slept deeply, his head resting on Isabela’s chest as she gently stroked his hair.The murmuring wind swayed the curtains, and the steady rhythm of his breathing gave her a sense of tranquility.After moments of tension, this was a gift they both cherished.Their bodies were united, not by desire, but by love. They were two silent, calm souls, detached from the war that might be brewing outside.Their breathing was slow and deep, sleep claiming them while the serenity of the night embraced them.But peace never lasted long in the world of the Morettis.The sound of a vibrating phone on the nightstand shattered their calm and their rest.It was Alejandro’s secure phone. He had left it there, no longer needing to hide it from his wife.Isabela’s eyes fluttered open. Late-night calls were no longer strange to her now that she was part of her husband’

The old man, his skin hardened by years of labor under the sun, swallowed hard as Dino’s gun brushed against his temple.Eight rough-looking men, their clothes reeking of gunpowder and stained with blood, had violently interrupted his rest, barging into his home uninvited.His humble house, far from civilization and surrounded by the peace of the countryside, was now under threat from ruthless criminals.His trembling hands searched for the kitchen switch, turning it on as the water boiled on the old gas stove.Dino was breathing heavily, the wound in his abdomen bleeding through his shirt, but it wasn’t the pain that consumed him the most—it was rage.—“We got too confident…”—he growled, clenching his jaw.One of Constantino’s sons, Giancarlo, shot him a look full of reproach.—“We got confident because you said Moretti would come alone…”Dino let out a bitter laugh, shoving the old man to hurry with

Vanessa had perfectly played her role as an innocent woman seduced by a pervert like Lorenzo Cassini.It wasn’t the first time that such encounters between Lorenzo and young women had taken place in that hotel suite.There had been several occasions when the hotel manager received a visit from Lorenzo Cassini in his office.— “When the cleaning staff takes care of my suite… they must do so with utmost discretion.”Extending an envelope filled with money over the manager’s desk, he stared at him with brutal intensity. That money carried a threat, both for him and the cleaning staff.The manager had come across the same scene more than once.A young woman lying on the senator’s bed, drugged and sexually assaulted by a white-collar degenerate who would never be accused of anything improper.The hotel employees received a hefty sum of money for their silence and for cleaning