The Don Loses His Memory and Me

My fiancé, Elio Santoro, is the Don of the Santoro family, one of the five major mafia families in Castellano. During a gang attack, he is shot and loses his memory, causing him to completely forget me.

I try again and again to help him recover his memory, but every attempt fails.

One day, I go to find him with the contract after finalizing a major drug transport deal with a foreign group on his behalf. By chance, I overhear his conversation with his first love, Sofia Rossi.

"Elio, according to our bet, you've already reached level 98 in this game. Two more levels, and I will become the true Donna of the Santoro family."

I feel like I've been tossed into an icy lake.

So his amnesia is fake, and our seven years together are all a lie. Since the beginning, this is just a cruel game he is playing to amuse his first love, and I am nothing but a toy.

Later, I get into a car accident on my way to meet Sofia.

Elio rushes into the fire like a madman. The moment he sees my burned corpse, he loses his mind.

Through the narrow gap of the half-closed door, I heard a familiar female voice. "Elio, we're already at level 98. Just two more, and I'm yours."

Sofia Rossi's voice was saccharine sweet.

Elio Santoro lifted a brow and spoke lazily. "I told you from the start that finishing it was only a matter of time. If anyone's to blame, it's Isolde. She had the nerve to take the dress you picked out."

That was all it took for the people around him to pile on.

"She had it coming. Sofia's a rising designer. That dress actually means something when it's on her. What's the point of Isolde wearing something that expensive?"

My blood ran cold, and for a moment, I couldn't even think.

"Don Santoro has got patience, though. He spent seven years pretending to be in love with someone that dull."

Someone laughed. "Or maybe he just got tired of looking at her and came up with the amnesia excuse. Do you know what level 99 is? He's making her deliver condoms to the hotel. Do you think she'll actually show up?"

"She's obsessed with him. She even handed over her own blueprint. What wouldn't she do?"

"She practically throws herself at him. She's one step away from ripping her heart out and handing it over."

I bit down hard on my lip, forcing myself to stay silent.

Back then, when Sofia left for Calvarro, Elio fell apart. He drank himself senseless at the base and couldn't even be bothered with the family's core business proposals.

To secure his position as the future Don, I handed over the proposal I had spent three months completing. At the same time, I told the Consigliere our enemies had destroyed it.

The Consigliere valued my work and gave me seven days to redo it.

For those seven