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The Art of Persuasion and Money

The room was dimly lit, barely illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Clothes were scattered across the floor, silent witnesses to the intensity with which they had surrendered to each other.Isabela lay on top of Alejandro, her head resting on his chest, absentmindedly tracing circles on his skin. She felt the steady, firm beat of his heart, the warmth of his body, the security of his arms. It was so easy to let go, to forget all the pain, all the lies—Who her husband was and what he had done.But reality always returned."We should talk," Alejandro murmured, breaking the silence.Isabela half-closed her eyes. She wasn’t ready to leave this small oasis of peace just yet."I don’t want to talk right now."Alejandro slid a hand slowly down her bare back, knowing every spot that made her shiver."Then just listen to me."She sighed but didn’t move."I’ve been thinking…" His

Demons in Paradise

The warm Caribbean breeze filtered through the open windows of the mansion, carrying the scent of the sea and the orchids blooming in the gardens.From the terrace, Isabela gazed at the horizon, where the golden-hued sky merged with the ocean.Alejandro approached silently, sliding his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to her bare neck."What are you thinking about, my queen?" he whispered against her skin.Isabela smiled, tilting her head to the side to give him better access."About how beautiful this place is… how easy it would be to forget everything and stay here forever."Alejandro gently turned her to look into her eyes, with that intensity of his that always managed to disarm her."That’s exactly what I want, Isabela. To forget what has hurt us and focus on what truly matters. You and me."She bit her lip, tempted by his promise, by the warmt

The Hand of Moretti

Moretti's resistance had a scent of sandalwood and aged wine. The golden lamp light cast shadows on the walls, giving the scene an almost theatrical air.Alejandro loved that about the house, while he was in his study, going over some documents under the dim light of a desk lamp. The clock struck 10:17 p.m. when Isabela entered with a glass of wine in her hand."You look so tired, my love," she murmured, approaching with soft steps.Alejandro looked up and gave her a smile, the kind of smile that could disarm even the most suspicious woman. He knew his wife perfectly well.He closed the file he had in his hands and reclined in the black leather chair."It’s just work, love. Nothing for you to worry about.""You said this trip was just for the two of us.""I know." But I’m done now, my queen, now I’m all yours.Isabela wore a burgundy silk dress that accentuated her figure. Her dark, inquisitive eyes sc

The truth cannot be hidden forever

The private jet landed smoothly on the private runway of the Moretti villa, on the outskirts of Rome. It was a cool night, and the air smelled of pine and roses—Isabela’s favorite flowers.Alejandro stepped out first and offered his hand to his wife. But before she could take it, two small human torpedoes launched themselves at him.—Dad! —Mateo shouted, clinging to his leg.—Daddy, daddy! —Lucía squealed, raising her arms for him to pick her up.Alejandro let out a deep laugh, a sound only his family had the privilege of hearing. He crouched down and hugged his children tightly, kissing each of them on the forehead.—I missed you so much, my little ones. Did you behave well with your aunt?Mateo stood straight like a soldier and proudly said:—Yes! But Lucía broke your watch.Lucía hid her face in her father’s neck. Alejandro smiled and gently stroked her head.—It doesn’t matter, princess. I

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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