La Serpiente

Isabella "La Serpiente" Vargas was a woman who commanded fear and respect in equal measure. Born in the rugged mountains of Colombia, she inherited her father's business after his death. Her temper was as volatile as the Colombian jungle, quick to strike and merciless once provoked. She never hesitated to lash out, her anger a weapon as dangerous as the arsenal she kept hidden in her mansion. Those who crossed her rarely lived to regret it. But beneath the ruthless boss, there was a softer side that few got to see. She adored him, her Australian lawyer—a man with a calm demeanor and a sharp mind that could untangle even the most complex of legal webs. He was in his late twenties, just like her, and his cool-headed nature balanced her fiery rage in a way nothing else could. To her, he wasn’t just a lawyer—he was a confidant, a lover, a symbol of something she had never thought she’d have: stability. Isabella spoiled him with everything she could give. Expensive watches, luxurious cars, the finest wines—all to keep him close. She doted on him, obsessively protective, wanting to make him feel the world at her feet. She was as possessive of him as she was of her empire. When her anger flared, he was the one who calmed her, the only one able to reach the human side buried deep beneath her terrifying exterior. Her rage, though, was never far from the surface. One moment she would be whispering sweet words in his ear, the next, her fists would be clenched, ready to destroy anyone who dared to provoke her. But in his presence, for a moment, she could let her guard down. She could pretend to be something else, someone softer.