All Chapters of Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Everyone felt overwhelmed, not only by the number of armed people around them but also by the invisible presence of an enemy in the sky.The one most eager to leave Portugal was Alejandro. From his secure phone, he had already ordered a large sum of money to be transferred to the generals and all the immediate personnel handling his security and the private jet.Katherine, his nurse, helped him board the plane along with Isabela. Once he was placed in a seat reclined to resemble a stretcher, Isabela took care of the children, who couldn’t understand what was happening or why they were on another plane.Security was at its highest level, yet Alejandro's instincts told him they were still not safe.He and his family needed to get out of there as quickly as possible to reach Costa Esmeralda.Isabela looked at the children, who were beginning to grow restless.Lucía stared at the plane’s lights through the window, while Mat

Isabela gripped her phone tightly as the sound of the military jet's engine roared in the background. She knew that this call could be her last chance to ensure the safety of her family.Her heart raced, but her voice remained steady and authoritative.— Isabela? —Melina's voice on the line sounded incredulous, but she didn't hesitate to recognize her.— Melina, I need your help. Immediately.There was a brief silence on the line, only interrupted by a sigh from the Greek Minister of Foreign Affairs.— Tell me what you need, and I'll make it happen.Isabela closed her eyes for a moment, weighing her words. She couldn’t afford any mistakes or beating around the bush.— I have a military private jet leaving Portugal with an uncertain destination. I can’t make it to Costa Esmeralda; Damián Barragán is on our tail. I need to land in Greece, without being detected by commercial radars or international agencies.

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

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,

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.