My Blind Fiancée

Ava and Mateo said goodbye, even though they didn’t want to, Mateo had to accompany Tadeo in the morning, so he didn’t want to stay up late.

Ava fell asleep right away, she felt Mateo come in and lie down beside her, slowly he removed their clothes and then hers too, she felt still under the weight of his body, this time he skipped the foreplay and entered her in one smooth motion.

Feeling him inside her drove her crazy, Ava started moaning loudly as he began moving his hips, she lowered her hands to touch his hard buttocks, he smiled and continued moving, increasing the rhythm while she writhed in pleasure, he took her legs and put them on his shoulders, in a few seconds she exploded in thousands of sensations that flooded her entire body.

She woke up completely drenched in sweat, at least that’s what she wanted to believe to avoid feeling embarrassed about the intense dream she had just had, all because of that sexy image of Mateo lying shirtless that she had seen before falling asleep, thank goodness Lola had stayed in another room and Matt was in his crib, she would have been embarrassed if they had slept together, as they always preferred not to sleep apart when she was nervous.

Mateo, on the other hand, had fallen asleep while gazing at the photograph of Ava he always carried in his wallet. It was a picture he had taken a long time ago, where she sat on the terrace, lost in thought, with her gaze adrift.

In the Sheikh’s palace, Camila was in the harem. Since it wasn’t yet time for her presentation, she had her own separate chamber from where the other girls were. They shared a large room with several beds scattered around, as well as several rugs with cushions and small tables where the girls would sit and have tea.

In the morning, some of the girls entered her room. It was a significant advantage that most of them spoke English, just like Camila, so communication wasn’t an issue. They explained to her what she would have to do during the presentation. They taught her a specific type of dance because she would have to dance with them for the Sheikh. They advised her not to refuse, as doing so would result in being whipped in front of the other girls as an example of what happened if they didn’t obey.

Afrodita held back her tears; she didn’t want to show any weakness in front of the others. She had always been a strong and independent woman who had managed to get out of her problems on her own without anyone’s help. But this time, the situation overwhelmed her. She was a bundle of nerves, but she pretended to be strong so as not to show it.

Mateo and Tadeo left the Federal Department of Justice and Police, where they had submitted the evidence against Teodoro. They didn’t expect much to come from the authorities there, so they had to hurry and resolve the situation on their own. They only hoped that Teodoro hadn’t bribed any high-ranking police officials in that place as he had in Italy. If he had, it would put him on alert.

At night, they headed to the port, where there was activity. The bald man was there, waiting to receive the girls being transported in the container. Mateo and Tadeo were hidden along with their men, all dressed in black, which helped them blend into the shadows.

Several luxury vans arrived and entered the area. They couldn’t see what was happening inside from the outside.

Once the auction that night was over, the clients left, satisfied as always with the beauty of their acquisitions. Only the bald man and a few others remained because they had to close the warehouse.

A few minutes later, they left the scene. They would return in the small boat they arrived in to leave no evidence behind, and only the anchored cargo ship remained, with nothing incriminating left on board.

As they headed to the dock to board the boat, they were surrounded by Mateo’s men. Since they were outnumbered, Teodoro’s men were immediately disarmed.

“Porca miseria!” exclaimed the bald man as he raised his hands.

“Watch your language,” Mateo said, giving the bald man a cold stare.

“Who the hell are you, and what do you want?” he asked.

“We’re friends of your boss,” Mateo replied with a sinister smile.

They ordered them to be tied up and taken to a nearby warehouse. They tried to resist but were overpowered. Inside the warehouse, they separated the bald man from the others as they realized he was the one giving orders.

They hung him by his hands on a hook in the room, with only the tips of his toes touching the ground.

“Now you’re going to tell me where they took Camila,” Tadeo demanded furiously.

“I have no idea who this Camila person is,” he replied angrily.

“Don’t play games. Camila is the girl they handed over to the Arab.”

“Haha, you’ll have to figure that out yourselves. By now, the Sheikh must be enjoying her.”

“So, the Sheikh. Tell me the exact location, or you’ll regret it,” Tadeo had to restrain himself; he wanted to tear the man apart with his bare hands.

The bald man spat in Tadeo’s direction, annoyed by the questioning.

Mateo pulled out a taser and showed it to the bald man.

“This taser will send a 60, 000-volt shock through your body. I assure you it won’t be pleasant, so talk.”

“Rot in hell,” the bald man spat again, this time aiming for Mateo, but with a quick move, Mateo managed to dodge it.

Mateo discharged the taser, and the bald man let out a sharp scream as his body convulsed. After a few seconds, the bald man was drenched in sweat, with a damp stain on his pants.

“Talk, or I’ll do it again,” Mateo didn’t mince words.

“Alright, alright, I’ll talk,” the bald man said. “They took her as a gift to the Sheikh in Sharjah.”

“Who took her?” Tadeo asked, relieved that at least he knew where they had taken her.

“Sadam, the Sheikh’s trusted man, saw a photo of that girl on the boss’s desk and requested her as a gift for the Sheikh.”

“Why did Miller have a photo of her?”

“He had her investigated; he wanted her to work for him, gathering information, but he found out she was trying to deceive him.”

Mateo and Tadeo exchanged glances, leaving the tied-up men in place. Some of their men would keep watch over them, while others took the boat. At the moment, they didn’t want Miller to realize what had happened. Tadeo would leave with other men for Sharjah, in the United Arab Emirates, in search of Camila.

Mateo would stay to watch over the warehouse, accompanied by Max and his men. He knew that not being able to communicate with the bald man, Teodoro would likely come looking for him.

The next morning, Tadeo departed in the Licciardi jet for Sharjah, holding out hope that Camila was safe. She was a smart girl who would surely know how to keep herself out of harm’s way.

The following night would be Camila’s presentation to the Sheikh. The obese man would return from his trip, and he couldn’t get the girl out of his mind. He had many women, but a new addition to the harem was always an exciting novelty.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Tadeo arrived in Sharjah at night, accompanied by a guard who would serve as his interpreter since he didn’t speak or understand the local language. Fortunately, a young man named Areb volunteered to be his interpreter. Mateo had contacted some people who would receive them.

As they disembarked from the jet, they were greeted by two Arab men who had done business with Mateo in the past and had agreed to help him.

“Salaam-Alaikum,” greeted one of the Arabs to Tadeo, extending his right hand for the greeting and placing his left hand on Tadeo’s shoulder.

“Salaam-Alaikum,” Tadeo replied, and then the other Arab did the same.

They were taken to their house, where they would stay to avoid raising suspicions, as foreigners always attracted attention. The group consisted of Tadeo, Areb, and three other bodyguards.

The Milan Police Department had taken over the Miller Corporation’s facilities. Without the protection of the high command, all the evidence against Teodoro had been processed.

Teodoro’s girlfriend had provided damning evidence against him in exchange for protection. She believed that if Teodoro fell, she would inherit the company. She was convinced that Ava was either dead or too defenseless to claim her inheritance.

The police had no evidence against Ava. After all, she had only spent the money generated by Teodoro and had never directly participated in his illegal activities. That role had been played by his former secretary, manipulating the company’s financial records.

Ava, Lola, and Mateo’s mother went to the bridal shop. Morgana arrived later, and Ava wanted her help in choosing a veil and some other missing items. Clara had been watching the house for days and followed them to the shop. She wasn’t alone; she had to find a safe way to get closer to them.

Two security vans accompanied Ava. Clara had to come up with a plan to get closer. A van arrived at the back of the store to unload merchandise, including dresses and other items. Clara and the two men with her approached and took some dresses, making sure the store clerk didn’t see them, pretending to be store employees.

Ava tried on the dress, and it looked wonderful on her. It was strapless, fitting until the waist, and had a wide skirt adorned with hundreds of rhinestones on the delicate fabric. Ava thought it was too ostentatious, although undeniably beautiful. Morgana was giving instructions to adjust the rhinestones, creating a tiara-like effect on the top of the veil when suddenly, the redhead felt a sharp blow to her head, and darkness enveloped her completely.