Lahat ng Kabanata ng Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Dawn covered the city with a gray veil; that morning, the rain threatened to fall.A luxurious black car appeared parked outside an old industrial warehouse, in an area where shady deals were often made.It was an exclusive model, impossible to overlook, yet no one had noticed it.The unmistakable stench of death began to fill the air, and a passing delivery man was the first to notice something strange in the distance.Frowning, with curiosity creeping up his spine, he stopped his truck and stepped out, approaching just enough to distinguish the macabre scene.What he saw made him take a step back, his stomach churning—lifeless bodies at the foot of a luxury car and a man slumped over the steering wheel, his face pale, his eyes still open in an expression of surprise and horror.Horrified, he called the police.Minutes later, red and blue lights flickered across the scene. Police officers exchanged nervous gla

After enjoying his wife's body, Alejandro felt renewed. The bloodshed and settling of scores had been left behind in Italy, in Ramiro’s hands.In the United States, Alejandro Moretti was just a man in love and a caring, understanding father.The men from the Wolves’ squad, who were guarding Isabela and the children, gave them enough space so Alejandro could enjoy a normal life as a husband and father.Alejandro’s bodyguards also kept their distance without losing sight of their boss and his family.The entire perimeter was carefully watched by those two human towers.The snipers, part of the Moretti family’s security team, dressed casually, blending in as innocent tourists, while beneath their loose shirts, they carried their legally registered weapons.— "The boss looks really happy," noted Leandro, the 7'2" tall bodyguard.— "With his wife, he always looks happy," Stwardo added. "That’s why there’s a high pri

The sound of sirens grew louder, a mix of metallic wails and hurried voices.A crowd of onlookers formed a circle around Alejandro, but everything seemed blurry.The red and blue lights flashed over the faces of the curious, over Isabela’s tears, over the small hands of their children trying to hold onto their father.— "Dad, please wake up!" — Mateo sobbed, shaking Alejandro’s arm desperately.Meanwhile, Lucía clung to Alejandro’s leg, crying:— "Daddy, don’t die!"Alejandro’s body trembled slightly, his skin growing paler with each passing second.The air burned as it entered his lungs, each breath becoming harder. He felt the sticky warmth of his own blood soaking his shirt, clinging to his skin like a second layer.Isabela kept pressing the wound with the white scarf that had adorned her waist, her dress—once pastel pink—now stained red.— "Hold on, my love, the ambulance is here. Hold on…

Isabela never left Alejandro's side; she had made the hospital her second home. The doctors suggested she go home to rest and return later, but she refused.She didn't want to go back to her children without an answer. A web of uncertainty surrounded Alejandro—no one could assure her whether her husband would survive or not.She camped out in the waiting room, had paid for a hospital room to rest for a few hours, to shower, and then return to camp out again, waiting for news about her husband's health.The Greeks, along with Ramiro, took turns keeping watch. They were fully aware of the presence of dangerous enemies.Though they never spoke of it in front of Isabela.But as the hours passed, the hospital was no longer a safe place for Alejandro—or for Isabela.Alejandro Moretti's enemies moved in the shadows, infiltrating the hospital corridors, slithering like snakes, disguising their intentions with friendly smiles an

The night was a velvet curtain speckled with stars, but inside Moretti Hospital, everything looked increasingly pale. His fight for survival was becoming a difficult road to walk.Outside the hospital, the air was thick with danger. Isabela knew it, and she wasn’t going to stand idly by, waiting for the enemy’s attack.The doctors had told her that her husband was fighting fiercely to survive, although, so far, the prognosis suggested that everything was against him.Ramiro never left Alejandro’s side. He was his guardian, and when he had to be with Isabela, Miguel took his place. Alejandro would never be alone for a single moment.Those had been Isabela’s orders.— I want you to keep a close eye on the doctor who just walked in. — Ramiro instructed before being relieved by Miguel.Miguel nodded.The surgeon looked tense, which was unusual. The doctor seemed to be hiding