♥ Chapter 27 ♥

Alessio Vecchio.

Isabella's presence in my life brought a new dimension to my desire for power. Before, my focus was entirely on rising to the top and being recognized and feared by all. However, since Isabella came on the scene, my desire for her has intensified in an almost frightening way, especially for her. For me, it's something natural-an intensity that transcends the limits of the ordinary. I know she's still uncertain about her feelings, so I've given her time to reflect. But once she decides to accept me, no one will ever dare separate her from me, not even death itself.

I will make sure that my enemies recognize Isabella as my queen and that they understand that she cannot be desired by anyone else. Those who try to covet her will face the fatal wrath that awaits traitors.

Francisca's interruption, with its problems and challenges, aroused a burning rage in me. How dare she call me by my name? Only Isabella has that privilege. But my real concern is about the impact her presence might have on Isabella. I don't want her to be even more confused about her feelings. If Isabella were to see her, it could complicate things even more, especially with Francisca's lies about a supposed pregnancy.

I know very well that this supposed pregnancy is a hoax. I've always taken precautions when dealing with that woman, and I have men watching every move she makes. Everything she tried to hide from me ended up in the reports I receive regularly. Did she really think she could fool me?

Even if, by some miracle, she really was pregnant, I would eliminate her without hesitation. At that stage, the fetus would barely be formed, so it wouldn't be considered murdering a baby. I can be cruel, but I have my limits. I've never taken the life of a child, and I don't intend to start now. At most, I could use them to serve me in the future and train them to become part of my team.

Ah, I'm very tired. I have a lot of responsibilities to manage while I give my queen this time to reflect. I have to be constantly vigilant with regard to drug trafficking, shipments of new weapons, and the surveillance of the police. In addition, I must closely supervise my advanced technology company, which serves as a disguise to hide my true identity. It's an intense workload, but fortunately I have competent men to help me in all these areas.

Lim parked the car in the shed and hurried to open the door for me. I got out of the car and took calculated steps towards the entrance to the shed. As soon as I stepped inside, everyone bowed their heads in reverence at my presence, an automatic expression of respect.

''Welcome, my lord! ''Resounded the unison chorus, revering it as an extension of absolute power.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again: It's an indescribable feeling to be welcomed like this. Being at the top is a truly divine experience, a constant reminder of the power I emanate over them all.

'' I thank you. '' My eyes narrowed as they met Cezar's. ''Where is she?

'' In the basement, my lord. '' He stealthily approached and whispered in my ear. ''As well as calling you a name, she called our mistress a whore.

The anger inside me boiled like volcanic lava, a fury so intense that it made me tremble. How could anyone dare disrespect my queen, my precious one, like that? The mere mention of someone insulting her flooded me with overwhelming hatred.

'' Show me the way. '' My voice was a snarl, charged with anger, as I advanced towards the basement. The idea that someone had dared to insult Isabella, the woman who dominated my thoughts and emotions, filled me with an insatiable desire for punishment.

Even though I knew the way by heart, hatred burned in my chest, making every step a march towards revenge. No one, absolutely no one, had the right to tarnish my queen's name.

I opened the door violently, revealing Francisca tied to the chair. The fear in her eyes fueled my sadistic pleasure.

'' Francisca, Francisca... '' My voice was low, but it carried a menacing weight. ''Did you really think you could fool me? Me?

She tried to speak, but her words died away. I advanced slowly towards her, my anger boiling inside me.

'' And you still had the nerve to say my name. When I told you to call me Mr. Vecchio! Did you really think I would believe you? When I have so many men watching every step you take.

I shook my head, staring at her coldly.

'' You still had the gall to call my precious a whore. '' My icy tone cut through the air. '' What am I supposed to do with you, huh?

'' Please, Mr. Vecchio. I beg you... Don't kill me, please. '' His pleading voice mixed with feigned tears.

An empty laugh escaped my lips.

''Your death was already decided when you started calling me by name. But you accelerated your torture when you called my wife a whore.
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