My Blind Fiancée

They went upstairs to shower in what would be their bedroom’s bathroom. Mateo put some soap on a sponge and began to run it over Ava’s body, gently cleaning her back.

She turned around, put soap in her hands, and started to move her hands over Mateo’s broad chest. He smiled with that sideways smile she loved so much, and the temperature began to rise much more than usual.

The silhouettes of the two lovers, sharing their love, could be seen through the glass doors, which, although fogged up, allowed them to see what was happening inside.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Later, they came downstairs, dressed casually. Ava wore a short, strapless loose-fitting dress in a bold shade of blue that accentuated the intense blue of her eyes. On that day, she decided not to wear colored contacts and had her hair tied up in a high ponytail.

Mateo wore white athletic pants and a light blue t-shirt. Max, upon seeing them, thought they looked great together-perfect for each other. They got into the car, with Max as the driver this time, and left the villa, always under the watchful eyes of the guards in the SUVs. The car was in the middle. When they arrived at the mansion, Lola was waiting for them with Matt, their little one ready to go out with his parents.

“Where are we going?” Ava asked curiously as she settled their son into the child seat.

“We’ll have breakfast in Verona,” Mateo replied as he arranged their son’s luggage.

“Verona? I’ve always wanted to visit. One of my favorite works is Romeo and Juliet,” Ava said, excited about the destination.

Mateo smiled. For Ava, almost everything was new. She knew so little about the world, and he intended to show her. After nearly two hours of travel, they arrived in Verona and had breakfast at a picturesque place in the Piazza delle Erbe.

The couple drew the attention of those present, not only because of their physical appearance but also because their love for each other was evident, something you could feel just by looking at them.

After breakfast, Mateo took her to the Lamberti Tower, where they could see all of beautiful Verona. He was exhausted because Ava insisted on taking the stairs instead of the elevator, even though he carried their son in his arms as they climbed. On the way down, he insisted on using the elevator; his legs couldn’t take any more. Ava agreed with laughter. He loved her youth and spontaneity, but sometimes he couldn’t keep up with her pace.

They strolled along Via Capello until they reached Juliet’s balcony. They entered the house to explore it, and when they entered Juliet’s room, Mateo asked Ava to wait there while he stepped out with Matt.

A girl entered wearing a beautiful period dress and asked Ava to put it on and go out onto the balcony. Ava put on the dress but needed help to fasten it. She peeked into the hallway, and the girl who had brought the dress came to her aid. The dress fit her perfectly, and the corset cinched her waist, making her appear smaller. Then she stepped out onto the balcony as Mateo had requested.

As she stepped onto the balcony, she heard the sounds of guitars, mandolins, and violins. She saw some young men beneath the balcony playing the instruments, dressed in black and red attire with short pants, stockings, and a black cape over their shoulders, reminiscent of the attire from ancient times.

One of the young men stepped forward, wearing a curious hat with a feather to the side. He began to sing in Italian while the musicians followed with a cheerful rhythm (Adriano Celentano’s “Stotia d’amore”). When Ava realized who the controversial song was being sung to, she couldn’t help but laugh-it was Mateo.

Next to him was Matt, dressed just like his father. The girl who had brought Ava the dress took the little one into her arms and then went inside with him.

Meanwhile, Mateo began to climb up a vine until he reached the balcony.

“Who are you that, wrapped in the night (even though it was daytime), you surprise my secrets in such a way?” Ava recited the lines perfectly.

“I don’t know how to express who I am with a name!” Mateo replied, trying not to laugh and play his role well.

“I haven’t heard a hundred words of that language yet, and I already recognize the accent. Aren’t you Romeo of the Montagues?”

“Neither one nor the other, beautiful maiden, if both of them displease you,” he said, making a gesture with his hands, still trying to contain his laughter.

Ava couldn’t contain her laughter any longer and burst into laughter. Mateo approached and gave her a passionate kiss while the tourists who had gathered to watch the scene applauded, thinking it was part of the tour. They smiled when they realized they had played their roles very well.

The girl came out onto the balcony to hand them their son, who was smiling and amused.

After a while, they changed back into their regular clothes and continued their tour of the streets of the area, always holding hands and taking every opportunity to show their love for each other.

They both doted on their son, the fruit of their great love, so it was only natural that they wanted to spoil him. After lunch, Mateo decided it was time to head back, as he was feeling tired, and the next day he would have to return to his role in the company. Guido was getting older and needed rest after all the stress, and Aurora was also nervous after everything that had happened.

When they got into the car, Max’s men informed him that a car was following them. The car in which they were traveling and two SUVs separated from the convoy, while the men in the other SUVs stopped the car that was following them to investigate its occupants.

This made Ava very nervous, as she had overheard Max’s conversation and the orders he had given. She held her son tightly, and Mateo took her hand, squeezing it, and then embraced her, asking her to calm down. Her body trembled at the thought of returning to the side of her unhinged uncle; it made her feel very uneasy.

Mateo kissed her, trying to distract her mind, and she responded to the kiss. However, she couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening.

After a few minutes, Max informed them that it was just some lost tourists, and his men had already verified the information. Ava breathed a sigh of relief, realizing only then that she had been holding her breath.

Mateo also felt relieved. They couldn’t live like this; they had to find a way to end it all once and for all. By nightfall, they arrived at the mansion. Mateo had brought some clothes and personal items from the penthouse because it was better for Ava and their son to stay there while he was at the Corporate Tower. This way, he would feel much more at ease.

Lola would also stay there; it would be easier to provide them with protection if they were all in the same place, making it more difficult for Teodoro Miller to attack them.

In the apartment where Aneliz, the girl who had taken care of Ava on the island, was staying, things were not going well. Her fiancé was furious.

She had told him what had happened with Miller and how he had been abusing her all those days. The guy didn’t know how to react; he wanted to find that bastard and kill him with his own hands. She told him she would understand if he no longer wanted to marry her; she didn’t consider herself worthy of being anyone’s wife.

“I’m not upset with you, but with that bastard Miller. As for what happened, I don’t care. I want to marry you. It’s better that no one else finds out about it; I don’t want you to be labeled for something like this.”

Aneliz lowered her head; he was right, no one else should find out about what happened.

The guy approached her and kissed her. They would get married as planned; he wouldn’t let that guy ruin their happiness. She cried, as did her parents. For a moment, they thought he would reject her because of what had happened. In some places in Italy, some families did not consider girls who were not pure worthy. However, this was in small-town families still clinging to ancient traditions.

In France, Miller was furious as he looked at photographs of Mateo and Grecia in Verona. He realized they had a child, but his fury was unleashed by a particular photograph that clearly showed Grecia’s face. What the hell was going on?

In that photo, the color of the girl’s eyes was clearly visible. It couldn’t be possible. Now he realized it; that girl looked remarkably like his niece. However, his niece was blonde, and moreover, she was completely blind.

Miller ordered his men to investigate Grecia. They received the same information that had been provided to Mateo. But when they tried to dig deeper, to investigate her family, they couldn’t find anything else. When they compared Grecia’s photo with one that Teodoro had distributed at the beginning of the search for Ava, the resemblance was incredible.