All Chapters of Queen of Hell. The Mafia Boss’s Wife : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

While Isabela breathed hatred and vengeance for her captor and his filthy intentions, Alejandro roared with fury like a wounded lion.The hall was wrapped in a tense silence, broken only by the sound of Alejandro's footsteps as he approached Barragán.The partial blackout had given him the advantage he needed against his enemy, although he knew Damián Barragán was not the one he had to worry about now.The dense atmosphere was charged with aggression, like a storm sweeping everything in its path.Alejandro seemed calm, but his tense body revealed a stillness more dangerous than any scream or threat.Barragán was lying on the floor, reduced to powerlessness by Alejandro himself.Alejandro's men had killed most of Barragán’s men, while among Alejandro's own, some were wounded and others—like the orange-beret men—had casualties too, though some remained unharmed.Among the wounded, nurse Katherine was tending to t

The mansion rose like a relic of time, untouched in its luxury and elegance, as if Andreas Mikelos had foreseen that one day his princess Isabela would return as queen to take her place in his empire. But beyond all that gleaming marble, the imposing columns, and the windows that opened to a turquoise sea stirred by the Aegean wind, there were secrets buried within those walls. Secrets that now demanded to come out of the shadows into the light.— Now that the children are asleep, I want you to come with me. — Just like the day you revealed your secrets by opening your secret vault, it's time you learned the secrets Andreas Mikelos kept.Isabela stopped in front of one of the double doors in the east wing. Alejandro followed behind, silent, watchful, walking with the firmness of an imposing emperor.— It's here… — said Isabela in barely a whisper, pulling a hidden key from inside a solid gold figurine. She inserted it into the loc

The barrel of the gun rested against his right temple like a cold caress.Christopoulos was breathing heavily, his hand trembling, while his heart pounded like a drum in his chest. Giving the order to kill someone was very different from seeing oneself on the other side of the gun.His office was dimly lit, and the echo of his own misery drilled into his ears. He had ordered everyone in his mansion to leave.No one was to see him fall. Not his servants, not his lover, not his men. Not even those who still owed him loyalty… if he had any left.—This is the end, Christopoulos—he said to himself, whispering his sentence to the air with a hollow laugh—. I never thought I’d see myself in this situation. Me, the great Christopoulos… This was impossible.His hands trembled. His index finger stroked the trigger with the familiarity of someone who had given many death orders… but never his own.When he finally gathered

Isabela's sister couldn’t fall asleep, even though it was three in the morning and she felt exhausted.Because Isabela’s voice had reopened old wounds. One in particular was deeper than the rest. One that neither time, nor pride, nor the miles between them could heal.And deep inside, a soft but persistent anger whispered:— You took everything from me. Dad's love. Alejandro’s love. You kept everything I ever longed for.She rubbed her face, as if she could wipe the past away with her hands. But the tears came without permission.Tears from an old wound that still oozed pain and rage.And now that Isabela was asking her to return, that wound felt more alive than ever.— To go back to my father’s house. To the land where I left behind so many memories...— To relive the crime scene.— I don’t know if I want justice or if I just want to watch Isabela’s world burn.— To see her happy with Alejandro… I don’t know

Alejandro had enjoyed his stroll along the turquoise sea with the sound of his children’s laughter as music to his ears.When they reached the dock, Mateo said:— Dad, do you think Aunt Fífi will like me?— Of course she will, champ. How could she not like you? You're the spitting image of your father.Mateo started laughing, while Lucía, tired from the trip, slept in Alejandro's arms.Heading to his children’s rooms, he left them in the care of their nannies.Before he left, his son Mateo asked:— Are you going to see Aunt Fífi?— Not now, champ. I have to take care of a few things. I’ll see her at dinner. But I think your mom will bring her by so you can meet in a few minutes.— Then I’m going to change my clothes. – said Mateo, excited.Alejandro ruffled his son’s hair.— Dazzle her. You’re a Moretti, just as handsome as your father.He used to joke with his son, seeing him