Semua Bab Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Isabela knew many secrets—more than Alejandro suspected. And although she trusted him and let him in on most of them, there were some she kept to herself. — You never know… it's better to save some for later, she told herself with a smile. Alejandro had listened to her attentively, surprised and amazed by the treasure in front of him. — You’re a box full of surprises, my queen. Now I understand why your father used to say you’re poison with the scent of roses. Isabela smiled. She knew her potential, her ability, and her charm. — I like this new you, my queen. It turns me on. — I know. But don’t come too close, or I might burn you. — I’m willing to burn… whenever you want. — Now it’s my turn to share a secret, Alejandro said, standing up to pour hi

The air carried the sea breeze across the faces of the men guarding Vanessa's gift to the Morettis.An apparently abandoned house near the coast would be the perfect place for the meeting with the venomless scorpion.The ticking of the clock in the kitchen marked three in the afternoon. A thick silence enveloped the room. The atmosphere inside the house smelled of dampness, confinement… betrayal.Everything was dark; only a small crack in the wall allowed a faint thread of light to enter, drawing a trembling line across the concrete floor.It took Dino a few seconds to regain consciousness. His eyelids felt heavy, as if they were made of lead. A stabbing pain shot through the back of his neck, burning, like the edge of a freshly sharpened knife.He tried to move, but couldn’t. Something rough, coarse, was tightening around his wrists and ankles. He was tied up. A hard, old chair, probably made of rusted iron, creaked under his m

In the Moretti villa, things went on with the expected normalcy. Alejandro was busy reclaiming the routes Dino had taken over, this time with the help of Volkov and the Wolves.Within the Moretti organization, the Wolves had become important. Dante, a lone wolf, joined the Moretti clan thanks to Isabela’s intervention.Now they were a stronger organization.Alejandro had his eyes on the Mexican Cartel. Not only because they had taken two of his most important routes while he was recovering in Greece, but also because they had been involved in Isabela’s kidnapping in the United States.Now that he was out of jail and without a stain on his record, the king Moretti was going to put in their place everyone who had sided with Dino to dethrone him.— While I deal with those bastards, you’re going to take care of destroying Dino…— You could have said it with more respect, Alejandro.— Respect? For Dino? No. I d

The clock read 2:37 a.m. when Dino finally managed to slip out of the alley he had run into from the train station.He had gotten rid of the uniform and the stolen motorcycle from the Black Scorpion’s mansion. He needed to find a safe place to hide for a while.One where no one could look for him.His lungs burned. The dampness of the early morning crept through his shirt, soaked in sweat. He had run without a clear direction, with only one thought pounding in his temples: disappear.He had to hide, but not just anywhere. Not in hotels, not at the homes of acquaintances, and certainly not in his apartment, already marked by the eyes of those who wanted him dead.His people were no longer an option. He was alone in the middle of this war.As the echo of his steps faded into the distance, a memory slipped through the folds of his mind. The time when he was happy. Or at least when he seemed to be.— Vanessa.

The news of Alejandro Moretti’s death spread through the media like wildfire—much like the many blazes he himself had once orchestrated.Flowers began arriving quickly, filling every corner of the mansion. The Villa was covered in blooms, in tributes honoring Alejandro Moretti.Isabela and the children had fallen asleep in the bed she and Alejandro had shared until the night before. His scent still lingered in the sheets.That scent embraced them as they wept his loss, comforting them with the memory of him.The final goodbye would come in the morning. Alejandro’s lawyer and close friend handled all matters related to the funeral while she and the children regained some strength.While they slept, they were guarded by four heavily armed men—Alejandro’s bodyguards and Isabela’s personal security.Four rugged men who, that night, stood with their heads bowed in sorrow. Alejandro had not only been their leader, b