My Blind Fiancée

Ava began to kiss him, moving from his mouth to his neck and slowly making her way down to his most sensitive part. He closed his eyes, caught up in a sea of sensations as she moved her mouth, her lips gliding softly. The movements were slow at first, but gradually increased in tempo until he was able to release all that built-up pressure. Ava laid herself down on his chest, as Mateo’s heart rate returned to normal.

“Problem solved,” Ava exclaimed.

“You are very good at solving problems, Miss Miller,” Mateo replied.

“Whenever you need me, Mr. Licciardi,” Ava winked.

Mateo let out a husky laugh. Ava found his tone of voice very sexy, not forgetting that before falling in love with his appearance, she had fallen in love with his scent and his voice, the voice that had sparked so many sensations when she first heard it.

“You know I love your voice; it’s very sexy.”

“Well, then I’ll talk all the time.”

“When I used to hear you in the darkness, I always tried to imagine your face.”

“I hope I haven’t disappointed you.”

“You exceeded my expectations, sweetheart.” – They kissed again and eventually fell asleep.

Far away from them, Teodoro Miller was thinking about how to bring Grecia to his side. He wouldn’t let Licciardi have an easy path. In the Miller mansion, Teodoro’s mistress was furious. She knew nothing about him. It was clear that he had abandoned her. At first, she thought he had left with Grecia, but upon investigating, she found that Grecia was with Licciardi.

Teodoro had no idea what she was capable of. She was determined to gather evidence she could use against him. He would pay dearly for humiliating her like that. She wasn’t willing to give up the Miller fortune.

Unaware of Teodoro’s plans, Ava and Mateo were planning some details for their wedding. They were clear that it would take place after putting Teodoro behind bars. Ava’s mother and Lola had brought her a multitude of bridal magazines. She wanted the dress to be simple, but Mateo’s mother wanted it to be a unique wedding since it was her only son. Ava agreed to turn the wedding into a big event, even though she would prefer something very small and intimate.

Mateo returned from the office at lunchtime, passing by Ava, who was with Morgana and Matt at a café near the corporate building. He was going to pick her up because they were going to look at some houses. Mateo was thinking about having a large family, so they needed a very big house.

Ava invited her friend to go with them. Despite having a past with Mateo, the two girls had become friends in a short amount of time. Mateo wasn’t initially thrilled with the idea, but he eventually accepted it.

Max approached to open the door for them to get in, and he noticed the redhead. Mateo and her had a history from many years ago, so Max didn’t know her. He always waited for his boss outside the club. The girl caught his attention. Because of her beauty, she had a face and a body that didn’t allow her to go unnoticed wherever she went.

Morgana leaned in close to Ava’s ear and asked in a whisper, “Who’s that guy?”

“It’s Max, Mateo’s driver, or rather, his right-hand man.”

“You have to introduce me, girl. He’s quite the looker. Look at those arms!”

Ava smiled at Morgana’s comments while trying to remove a lollipop that her little one had stuck in her hair.

Mateo, who had sat up front next to Max, turned to look at them, puzzled. What were those girls whispering about? Max occasionally glanced at Morgana through the rearview mirror, and she responded with some flirtatious glances. Max grinned, pleased to see that the redhead was not indifferent to him.

They visited several houses, but they couldn’t agree. The ones Mateo liked didn’t convince Ava, and the ones that caught her eye had some detail that didn’t convince him.

Max and Morgana watched them with amusement. Ava and Mateo argued about something and then kissed.

As it was getting dark, they headed to see the last house for sale in that area, located in Naviglio Grande. Upon arrival, they were amazed. Before them stood the perfect home-a beautiful villa surrounded by a vast wooded garden.

The real estate agent showed them the interior, which sealed the deal for them. It had five bedrooms. Mateo thought they were necessary for the children he wanted to have because it was clear that Matt needed a sibling to grow up with. He didn’t want him to grow up alone, as he did.

The house was just a few kilometers from the corporate office, close to everything they might need. Ava thought it was a cozy place, the perfect home.

“I love this villa.”

“I like it too, darling. It’s the ideal place to start a family.”

They informed the agent that they would take the villa and then returned to the penthouse. Max and Morgana said their goodbyes as they were going to dinner together.

“The boys hit it off as soon as they saw each other,” Ava told Mateo.

“I’m glad for both of them. They’re great guys,” Mateo said. He was pleased to think that someone might finally win Max’s heart; Max had been a very solitary guy, completely devoted to his work for years.

“My friend called me this morning,” Ava hesitated as she said it.

“Ah! What does your friend the photographer want?” Mateo knew it was him; she only referred to Dante as her friend.

“He’s in the city and wants to see me.”

“No way,” Mateo’s expression immediately changed.

“He’s my friend, and I want to see him too.”

“No, I refuse to let you see him, Ava.”

“You could come with me. Besides, he’s your friend too.”

“He was, but I don’t like that guy anymore. He’s in love with you.”

“Haha, you have no idea what you’re saying.”

“He clung to you like a leech from the moment he met you.”

“Haven’t you noticed?”

“Noticed what?” he asked, sounding annoyed.

“He’s gay,” Ava exclaimed while laughing.

“What? I don’t believe you. In college, he was always surrounded by girls.”

“It’s true. His partner is his assistant, but he hasn’t mustered the courage to make it public. His family is very conservative.”

“Well, I used to get so angry every time I saw him near you.”

“Haha, we were just finding a way to give each other a taste of our own medicine when we saw each other with our respective secretaries,” Ava said playfully.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

“How silly we’ve been, my love,” Mateo replied, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

“More than silly, amore.” Ava kissed him tenderly.

Meanwhile, in Tadeo’s apartment, Camila was calling Teodoro.

“Soon,” the man answered immediately.

“Mr. Miller, it’s Camila, Mateo Licciardi’s secretary.”

“Have you finally decided to help me?” Teodoro knew that women like her could sell their souls to the devil for money.

“Mateo has only used me, and he has chosen Grecia. I want to make him pay.”

“Perfect. You should know that I’ll reward you handsomely for the information you provide,” he said with a malicious smile. A scorned woman would make a great ally in his plans.

“What do you want to know?” Camila asked, following Tadeo’s instructions.

“Everything-where he goes, who he’s with, whether Grecia stays with him and where.”

“Alright, I’ll start investigating, and as soon as I find out anything, I’ll let you know.”

“I’ll send you an email address. It’s not advisable for you to call me. I’ll reply to any correspondence there. I’ll discard this phone; I only had it in case you contacted me. No one else has this number.”

“Alright, Mr. Miller.”

Tadeo signaled her to keep him on the line a bit longer. He was trying to trace the signal to find out her location.

“Well, young lady, I’ll be waiting for your report.”

“Please hold on, Mr. Miller.”

“Tell me,” Camila said.

“How much will I earn for all of this?” She wanted to make him believe she was interested in the payment.

“Does 350, 000 euros now and 250, 000 more after you’ve given me the information I need sound good to you?”

“That sounds sufficient.”

“Then send me your bank account details to the email address I’ll provide.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for the email address to send the information.”

“Goodbye for now. I expect the information soon.”

He immediately ended the call, and Camila turned to Tadeo.

“We did it. That guy is somewhere in Germany.”

“I can’t believe he’s so confident.”

“He’s desperate to know about Grecia. What he’s done already isn’t enough for him. Soon, we’ll have him in our hands. The higher-ups who protected him are already behind bars, completely cut off from communicating with him.”

Meanwhile, Teodoro was looking at a photo of Camila as Afrodita dancing in a nightclub. He placed the photo on his desk. He had an important meeting with a prominent Arab.

“Salaam-Alaikum,” the Arab greeted him with a handshake, placing his left hand on Teodoro’s right shoulder.

“Salaam-Alaikum. Welcome, Saddam.”

“The merchandise this time was of great quality. I want to place a special order. I want to give a gift to the Sheikh, and it must be of the highest quality, a total beauty.”

He fixed his gaze on the photo of Afrodita that Teodoro had left on the desk.

“Something like her, or rather, I want her. She should know how to entertain the Sheikh. I’ll pay you handsomely. Bring that girl here, and from here, I’ll take her to the Sheikh. He will like this girl; she’ll look great in his harem.”

“This girl is not part of the merchandise; she works for me.” The Arab looked at him in a displeased manner, not accustomed to being denied.

“I’ll pay you triple.” Teodoro’s eyes gleamed with greed.

“Alright, I’ll have her brought here. She’ll be all yours.”