My Blind Fiancée

He lunged at the girl, who was desperately trying to free herself from him. He began kissing her neck, holding her by the waist with one hand and squeezing one of her breasts with the other as the towel fell.

“You can scream all you want, no one will help you. It would be more embarrassing for you if my men found out what’s happening in this room. They would be encouraged to do the same. So shhhh, behave well with me and I’ll prevent anyone else from touching you. But if you don’t, I’ll send you to them so they can enjoy you.”

Upon hearing those words, the girl stopped resisting. Miller turned her around so that she was facing away from him. He made her bend forward and mercilessly penetrated her. The girl felt a deep pain that tore through her insides, and a trickle of blood started running down her leg. Teodoro smiled sinisterly.

“Just as I thought, doll. You’re so tight. You told me you’re getting married soon. Your boyfriend will be thrilled that you’re going to satisfy him with everything I’m going to teach you,” he said, as he started moving violently, while the girl stifled her screams.

He bit her back forcefully, over and over again, while pulling on her hair. He was used to inflicting punishment while experiencing pleasure; it was part of his nature. That’s why he also frequented clubs, unlike Mateo, he enjoyed the suffering of others.

When he was done with her, he threw her onto the bed, still wearing that sinister smile on his face.

“You’ll be mine as many times as I want, only until my wife recovers. Don’t think I’m so evil. You won’t leave this villa until we’re gone, and believe me, I plan to stay for a long time. From today, I’ll come every night, and perhaps even during the day. When Grecia is well, you’ll continue to attend to us, but not in this way.”

The girl covered her body with a sheet as she cried uncontrollably. That man had just ruined her life.

“Stop pretending you didn’t enjoy it. Stop crying, or I’ll do it again until you beg for more from me.”

The poor girl bit her lips to stop herself from crying. Now she understood why Grecia was in such a state; she was probably a victim of that man too.

Ava remained motionless in the presence of Teodoro and the girl. She saw that the girl was very deteriorated, and something was happening because her light, that spark she once had, was fading.

Investigating would risk exposing herself. That day, after the girl had finished feeding her, Teodoro left, and she suddenly started sobbing. The intensity of her crying grew, and she began to hiccup uncontrollably.

“Mrs. Grecia, how I wish you would react so that I could free myself from the hell your husband is putting me through. I won’t be able to marry in white anymore; that was my dream. My hopes of reaching the altar have been shattered.”

Seeing her like that, Ava couldn’t contain herself any longer and placed her hand on the girl’s head. The girl, sitting on the floor with her head resting on Ava’s legs, looked at her in amazement.

“Ma’am, can you hear me?” The girl turned to look at Grecia, completely astonished.

“Yes, but please don’t tell Teodoro,” Ava pleaded.

“Ma’am, if I don’t tell him, he’ll continue to torture me. He promised that as soon as you woke up, he would stop touching me.” The girl knew that if his wife were well, Teodoro wouldn’t touch her again.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“If you tell him, he will kill me, he will realize that I have been pretending.”

“The gentleman would not do that, he always says how much he loves her.”

“Teodoro is an unstable man, he is not my husband, I am engaged to another man, he kidnapped me and brought me here.”

“Mr. Miller is a monster.” The girl’s fear increased.

“That’s right, he is an inhuman being, we need to find a way to escape from here.”

“That’s impossible, ma’am. There is too much surveillance outside, I have been looking for a way out but there isn’t one.”

“Please just be quiet for a few days, my fiancé will come to rescue us, I’m sure of it.” Ava hoped the girl wouldn’t betray her.

Footsteps could be heard approaching the room, it was Teodoro returning. Ava looked back at a single point, the girl immediately got up and took the tray to the kitchen.

“Has she eaten?” Teodoro asked in a serious tone.

“Yes, sir.” The girl answered trembling.

“Go to your room, I will come to talk to you shortly.” He ordered while looking at her intently.

The girl started trembling even more, Teodoro instilled fear and disgust in her. She turned to look at Ava, hoping that she would help, but she remained motionless, she thought she was just as scared as she was.

“Sir, please if you want to talk to me, do it here.” She said pleadingly.

He grabbed her by the arm, squeezing tightly, lowered his voice, and threatened her again.

“I already told you what can happen to you if you don’t obey, go to your room and wait for me naked on the bed.”

Tears began to fall down the girl’s cheeks, she was tempted to tell him the truth, that his wife was pretending, but she was afraid that he would harm her because of her, she would try to endure a few more days, hopefully, it was true that they would come to rescue her, she went out determined to do what that evil man asked her to do.

Teodoro kissed Greece, he did it every time he saw her.

“It’s time for you to recover, my beauty. I need you by my side. I’ve been forced to satisfy my needs with someone else, but I want to be with you. So react soon or I won’t care anymore that you’re like this, I’ll take what is mine.”

Ava wondered, “Where was Mateo? Why wasn’t he coming to rescue her? She felt like if he didn’t do it soon, she would lose her sanity at any moment.”

Meanwhile, Mateo observed the villa from afar through binoculars. The place was a fortress.

Dark circles shaded his eyes, which were red and sunken. Since Ava was kidnapped, he had only managed to sleep a few hours and that was because Akiro gave him medication.

In Milan, Lola, Guido, and Mateo’s mother felt terrible. Mateo didn’t answer their calls, and they felt guilty. The burden of conscience didn’t leave them alone for a single second.

“My son must hate me. I couldn’t protect Ava. He asked me not to go out,” Aurora felt like she would lose her son’s love.

“Stop blaming yourself, woman. We can’t change what happened. Instead, start praying for them to come back safe and sound.”

Morgana stayed with Lola all the time, helping them take care of little Matt. She knew that due to worry, they wouldn’t be able to think straight. She was worried about both Ava and Mateo and Max, she really liked that boy.

At the blacksmith’s house, Clara endured the nausea she felt from having to be near Dan. She had taken it upon herself to keep him exhausted all the time, knowing that he wouldn’t take long to die. He ended up more agitated every time.

“Doll, I knew you couldn’t resist my touch. If you keep this up, we’ll soon have a beautiful baby. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to the village. You deserve a reward for behaving well during the ceremony, but I warn you, don’t try to escape, or I’ll break your beautiful legs,” he said as he climbed on top of her again.

Clara cursed inwardly. She would enjoy it when that pig lay lifeless at her feet. He was having fun now, but she would have her turn later.

Guido had taken control of the corporate and other companies until Mateo, his grandson, returned. Now he had no head for anything, so he had banned anyone from bothering him with company matters.

In Tadeo’s department, Camila was happy because the boy was cooking ravioli with parmesan and arugula for her. He had offered to cook, and she gladly accepted, wanting to see if he was truly an excellent cook as he boasted.

The boy finished preparing everything while the girl set the table. He placed a delicious dish in front of her, and Camila approached to inhale the delightful aroma while Tadeo watched her attentively.

The warm aroma entered her nostrils, and she immediately felt a gag reflex and ran towards the bathroom. Tadeo didn’t understand; his food couldn’t be that bad. He quickly followed her and found her sitting on the floor, clinging to the toilet.

“Are you okay?” he asked visibly worried.

“What do you think?” Camila unintentionally snapped back.

“I’m sorry, my question was stupid,” he held her long hair as she continued to vomit.

He would take her to the hospital in the morning; surely it was due to all the stress she had been through these days. Until Teodoro was behind bars, his girl wouldn’t go anywhere alone.

In Poland, Clara had a sinister smile on her face. She was about to achieve what she had planned. Dan was lying on the bed, struggling to breathe, completely naked. It was obvious what had just happened between them. The man started calling out to her desperately.

“Edna, woman, pass me my pills. My heart… Something’s not right.”

Clara approached him, showing him a small bottle of pills she had in her hand. She opened it and emptied the contents onto the floor while looking at him fixedly and laughing cruelly.

“Just die already, you filthy pig. You have no idea how much I’m enjoying this moment, watching a disgusting creature like you die. Hahaha, die already, you damn bastard.”

“You’ll pay for this, you cursed woman.”

With his last bit of strength, the obese man grabbed Constanza by the neck and began to squeeze tightly with both hands. She managed to break free from his grip.

Then, Dan let out a deep sigh. Death had come to him just as he had finally managed to have the beautiful woman he desired by his side.

Clara, seeing him lifeless, began to laugh in a deranged manner. Perhaps everything that had happened to her had damaged her mind.