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Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife You Owe Me More Than You Think
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
Last Updated : 2025-04-05Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife A Personal Matter
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
Last Updated : 2025-04-06Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Behind You
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
Last Updated : 2025-04-07Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Unearthed Truths
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,
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Blood in Silence
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
Last Updated : 2025-04-09Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Serpent and the Lion
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.
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Shadow of Vengeance
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
Last Updated : 2025-04-11Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Unexpected Betrayal
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
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Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Ace Up the Sleeve
Outside, the light rain veiled the rooftops with an almost invisible curtain.Inside, in the basement of an old building that served as the operations center for the “Wolves” unit, a man watched three screens at once.He had a shaved head, steel-colored eyes, and a scar across his chin — a reminder of the unofficial wars he had fought.His name was Dante, one of the most loyal soldiers to Isabela Moretti, and also the most dangerous. In another life, he had been part of a tactical intelligence unit, until the system betrayed him and he joined the “Wolves,” a unit trained by Isabela’s father.Once Andreas was murdered and Isabela asked Alejandro to hide them in Italy, Dante swore loyalty — first to Isabela and then to Alejandro Moretti.Since then, he rented out his talents to the highest bidder. But with the Morettis, he didn’t charge. He only owed favors.Isabela had asked him to trac
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Silken Claws, Steel Mind
Moretti Mansion — 10:45 p.m.The sound of the engines fading away left an echo that refused to die. The flashing lights of the police vehicles still danced in the reflection of the windows, like a reminder of the unreal.A dense, suffocating stillness filled the entire house.Isabela slowly descended the marble staircase. The heel of her sandals echoed hollowly, funereally. She stopped on the last step, her gaze lost in the now-closed gate. The air seemed to weigh tons.—They took him... —she whispered, more to herself than to the servants and guards who pretended not to breathe behind the columns.She let the glass in her hand fall. There was no shatter. The crystal rolled and clinked softly, as if it too knew better than to break the silence.Then, the unthinkable happened.A dry, savage roar burst from her chest. She ripped off her silk coat and threw it to the ground. She stormed into the house as if h
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Fall of the Untouchable
The city trembled under the constant rain, as if trying to wash away its own conscience. But for Vittorio Salvi, the water cleansed nothing. Each drop was a reminder of his failure, of the impunity that rose with the face of a king and the perfume of a queen.Salvi’s office, usually a mess of papers and spilled coffee, had been transformed into a kind of war room. On the corkboard, photos pinned with red tacks drew lines toward names, locations, front businesses, legal aliases and street nicknames.Alejandro Moretti was at the center, of course, but the real challenge was the figure holding everything from the shadows: Isabela Moretti. But she was clean and untouchable.Salvi didn’t say it to anyone, but he had begun to fear her more than Alejandro himself.— That damn woman has steel teeth and lava in her veins instead of blood. Alejandro’s luckier than he thinks to have her as a wife…— I’d like to think my wife woul
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife A Personal Matter
The rain fell without strength, but with persistence, as if the sky refused to let the day dawn in peace.In an old shed on the outskirts of the city, hidden under a false name and documents bought with the urgency of fear, Ramiro tried to sleep with a pistol under his pillow and his conscience devouring his soul.He had done the unthinkable.He had talked.He had signed papers, handed over documents.He had sold out Alejandro Moretti.His former boss.The man to whom he had sworn loyalty.Now, he hoped the law would protect him from what was coming next.But the law didn’t know the whole picture.Alejandro Moretti wasn’t alone.A soft knock on the door made him sit up abruptly.Three knocks. Then silence.—“Who is it?” he shouted, his voice rough.—“It’s me, brother.” The voice on the other side of the door was warm. Familiar.Ramiro breathed out, approached the door w
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Wounded Lion
Isabela’s kisses had calmed, for a moment, the whirlwind of thoughts assaulting his soul.Alejandro had always prided himself on staying one step ahead of his enemies, but he had never imagined the enemy would be living under his own roof.That he had unknowingly opened the doors of his home—and his heart—to him.Alejandro valued Ramiro. He considered him his greatest ally, a friend.— This damn business destroys loyalties and affections — he murmured to himself.Looking at Isabela sleeping beside him, Alejandro felt a hollow in his stomach.The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the faint glow of the moon seeping through the linen curtains.Isabela slept deeply, wrapped in white sheets, her serene expression contrasting with the storm Alejandro carried inside.He had loved her body with desperation, like someone clinging to a last breath before drowning.But neither her skin, nor he
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Shadows in Suit and Tie
Villa Moretti woke up under an overcast sky. The sea, which usually roared with poetic strength, seemed unusually silent that morning. As if it too sensed that something ominous was coming.Alejandro had been awake since before dawn. He hadn’t slept well since Salvi’s name reappeared on his radar.He checked every message, every email, every file, as if he could catch a ghost before it slipped through his walls.Sitting in front of the large window in his study, his eyes were fixed on the fog over the cliff. In his lap, the Protocollo Nero dossier lay open.A map of connections, allies, enemies, possible traitors, and dormant accounts in tax havens. Each page, a piece of his empire. Each red mark, a target.—Did you get any sleep? —asked Isabela, walking in with a silk coat and her hair still damp.Alejandro closed the dossier and slid it back into the safe.—Sleep is for those without enemies at cour
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Legally Mortal
The Moretti villa in Costa Esmeralda looked like something out of a painting. The sea crashed elegantly against the cliffs, bougainvillea hung from the balconies, and the Italian sun bathed the stone façade as if blessing every inch of the property.But Alejandro didn’t trust perfect places. Nor did he trust weeks that were too quiet. His instinct told him he couldn’t rely on the apparent calm. An enemy could appear from anywhere.Since his return to Italy, he had followed the protocol: reappear as a businessman, cleanse his image in society through charity events, discreet visits to his lawyers, and zero contact with the past.A resurrected ghost in Italian suits and diplomatic manners.And yet, something felt… off. Something in the air unsettled him, as if the wind was warning of a storm, even though the sun reigned high in the sky.—"What’s worrying you, Alejandro?"—Isabela asked, approaching him as he stood on the
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife The Return of the King
The journey back to Italy was as pleasant as it was safe.On a private jet, Alejandro and his family returned without setbacks, leaving behind Greece and a person they had grown to appreciate very much.Miguel.He had decided to stay in Greece with his woman, who was expecting his child.At first, Alejandro didn’t like the idea. Miguel had served him since he was very young, loyally by his side for years.But convinced by Isabela, Alejandro let Miguel go so he could marry Katherine, his former nurse, and start his family in Greece.Miguel would not serve Nikos; his loyalty was only to Alejandro.Melina, at her son Nikos’s request, got him a job at the Italian embassy. Miguel was now an honorable citizen with no criminal past.Grateful to Melina, Isabela left a friend behind—free from the hell she herself wished to escape.While Alejandro and his family arrived at their mansion in Cos
Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife Time to Return
The sun slowly descended over the Greek horizon, tinting the columns of the Mikelos mansion in gold, as if time wished to linger a few more sacred seconds in that twilight moment.Isabela sat on the upper terrace, the one that opened directly to the Aegean Sea, where the sea breeze carried echoes of her childhood among ruins, bougainvilleas, and memories that hurt and caressed all at once.The air smelled of jasmine and hot stone, of history and broken promises. Her father’s mansion stood tall, surrounded by vineyards that stretched across the hills, as if the past tried to hold her tight.And yet, despite being surrounded by people who had watched her grow and appreciated her, despite her last name and her story, Isabela no longer felt at home—she felt like a guest in that enormous mansion.Her brother Nikos laughed in the music room, accompanied by his fiancée and by Alejandro and his children, Mateo and sweet little Lucía.
