Todos los capítulos de The Don’s Blind Indulgence: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Tonight, the family was hosting a dinner party at the estate. While the gala was thrown in Matteo Colombo’s honor for his return from Sicily, the true purpose was to show all members who the Donna was. There was a time when I would have been buzzing with anticipation for this day. Though Matteo and I attended many events as husband and wife, I hadn’t been formally introduced to the family. I was supposed to be the belle of the ball. Yet, Juliana Ricci stole my spotlight. She wore a skin-tight red number, her chest threatening a nip slip from the plunging neckline. Her thighs were peeking through the high slit. Sitting on the far end of the long table, Juliana fixated on Matteo the whole time. “Matteo.” She raised her glass. “A toast to you for an incredible job in Sicily. Don Colombo would be proud of you.” Juliana paused, her eyes sweeping over me. “But you seem distracted. Is Alessia not doing it for you? It makes sense. Your pretty Donna doesn’t have my assets. I bet

By the time I returned from my trip to the bathroom, dessert had been served. The air was thick with the rich scent of cocoa and the bitter notes of tiramisu.Juliana sat there, looking more assured than before. However, her eyes betrayed her. She locked her eyes, smoldering with rage, onto me the moment I walked through the door. Matteo kept his attention on his dessert, not looking up once at me. I resumed my place at the table. Sitting across from me, Vittoria shot me a look of concern, mixed with a subtle trace of admiration. Vittoria was married to Luca, Matteo’s most trusted capo. She was the only one I could really talk to ever since I married into the Colombo family. Juliana placed her cutlery down and dabbed at her lips with a napkin, perfectly poised.“Alessia,” she uttered out of the blue. Her voice was loud enough to catch the attention of the entire table. “I know I lack a filter since I was raised on the streets of Naples among men. It’s just how I

Vittoria sent me a DM. She persuaded, “Don’t let Juliana get to you. Starting a fight with her will make things difficult for Matteo.” I texted back, “She’s disrespected me right to my face. Why should I play nice?” My fingers were trembling even after the message was delivered. The weight in my chest wouldn’t budge. I couldn’t swallow or release it. Vittoria replied with a resigned emoji and stopped talking me out of it. She admitted that with children in the picture, she couldn’t be bothered to argue with Luca over Juliana. However, I had no children. All I had was myself. Since my back was up against the wall, I might as well fight back. With no one coming to her defense in the group, Juliana doubled down on her aggression. She left another message in the group chat. “Wow, Vittoria really sets the standard for a family woman. She runs the household spick and span. Look out, Matteo. Alessia is a total babe, but she doesn’t know how to stop running that mouth of

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for Matteo to pick a fight with me after we got back to the estate that night. He kept his voice down, but the annoyance was apparent in his voice. “You have no respect for my people. You’re just petty. Juliana is just blunt. She’s family to all of us.” I put the shopping bags on the table before turning to face him. “So I’m supposed to stay silent when you let another woman take my seat in the front? Did you spend two years in Sicily with another woman sleeping next to you? Do you even know what a boundary is?” He stood under the light, veins along his forehead bulging. “She doesn’t fuss over the details. Everyone gets tired after a long day, so she just rests whenever she can. Get your mind out of the gutter.” “Just rests whenever she can?” I nearly chuckled. “Of all places, and she chooses to sleep next to you. You don’t even have the decency to say no.” Matteo fell silent, uneasiness flickering across his eyes. Nevertheless, he was quick

The sun was scorching. As smoke curled up from the grill, Juliana showed up, putting her hips to work. She was smoking hot in the red little number. Holding nothing in her hands, Juliana approached and instructed, “Alessia, flip those skewers over before they char. She then barked, “Jesus, Vittoria. Go grab some napkins. My hands are all sweaty.” Her tone was airy, like a queen born to command. I held my peace, saying nothing. Vittoria rolled her eyes and murmured, “Is she here for a picnic or to walk the red carpet?” I replied indifferently, “There’s no difference to her. She lives for the attention of the men.” As Juliana took a seat, her neckline dipped, giving more than a peep show. Several young made men cleared their throats in embarrassment. Juliana kept a smile on her face. “What are you looking at? It’s a new dress, perfect for the hot weather.” It didn’t take long before Carlo arrived with his wife. Cassandra strutted in with an unmistakable presence.