When the Mafia Boss Forgot Me

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The mafia boss Shaun Hale got into a car accident and lost his memory, forgetting that he had once forced me to be his.

When his parents found out, they immediately pressured him to divorce me.

Within a single day, I found myself in another city, clutching a divorce certificate in one hand and a massive check in the other, completely dazed.

After being trapped in Shaun Hale's obsessive love for so long, suddenly gaining freedom left me feeling strangely lost.

I started a quiet new life in this unfamiliar city.

One day while shopping for groceries, someone suddenly covered my nose and mouth.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a dark but familiar basement, hearing a man's familiar voice in my ear:

"Be good and stay mine. I can give you everything you want."

Perfect. Everything was exactly the same as back then.

I learned about Shaun Hale's amnesia a full week after his car accident.

The doctors worked for hours to save his life.

His mother told me about it with grief and fury: "If he hadn't been looking for you, Shaun wouldn't have ended up like this!"

She said that day Shaun was getting treatment for a gunshot wound when he discovered I'd escaped. He immediately drove after me, and in his distracted state, crashed head-on into an oncoming truck.

Luckily his car was expensive enough that the truck driver managed to swerve at the critical moment.

Otherwise he might have died.

I suddenly understood.

Oh... so that's what happened.

No wonder he hadn't come looking for me all these days. I thought the tracking device was broken.

It made me waste a whole week on that island getting windblown.

I was a wife obtained through Shaun Hale's forceful seizure.

I couldn't figure out what attracted him to me.

I was just an ordinary employee, while he was a mafia boss.

And he was also the largest shareholder of my company.

My only interaction with him was when I once smashed a wine bottle over his cousin's head at a cocktail party.

Because his cousin was sexually harassing my female colleague.

At the time, I fully expected to be fired.

The next day, however, I received a transfer notice.

They moved me from that struggling branch office to headquarters that everyone was desperate to get into.

My monthly salary tripled. I was thrilled.

Shaun Hale seemed to appreciate me too, always greeting me with a smile, giving me raises and promotions every few days, firing supervisors who made my life difficult, helping me get rid of my clingy ex-boyfriend.

He both affirmed my work abilities and covered for all my mistakes.

The cheap cufflinks I gave him stayed on his sleeves day after day, year after year.

I felt grateful for my good fortune, thanking my lucky stars every day for having such a great boss.

I was willing to work for him my whole life.

Then one time I had too much to drink. In my daze, Shaun Hale helped me into his car.

He let me lean on his shoulder and said gently: "Sleep. I'll take you home."

I can't hold my liquor well, and I'd drunk a lot that dayenough to sleep all the way home.

But that day I happened to wake up halfway through.

The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Shaun Hale secretly kissing my lips.

He admitted he liked me.

A mafia boss's pursuit was always direct and intense.

Private jets, yachts, diamonds, gowns, priceless paintingsthere was nothing I dared not dream of that Shaun Hale couldn't afford to give me.

And beyond these material things, his own qualities were just as impressive.

Eight-pack abs, tall physique, sexy when he smiled, coldly ruthless when he didn't.

Every time I went to galas with him, countless women shot me envious looks.

But I still didn't like him.

I knew that a man like him existed in a different world from mine.

I always thought his infatuation with me was just temporary novelty.

But I never expected he was genuinely serious.

After I rejected Shaun Hale's pursuit yet again, he ran out of patience.

He had a waterfront estate with an airtight little dark room. Whenever I dared to run, he'd drag me into that room and lock me up. Then we'd have wild sex.

Afterward, his face still flushed, he'd force me to marry him.

"Be mine. I'll give you everything you want."

He threatened that if I didn't agree, he'd break my hands and feet and lock me by his side forever.

Of course, he'd said these things countless times but never once followed through.

Every time he caught me and brought me back, seeing my indifferent expression would make his eyes turn red with anger.

At first, this game of me running and him chasing was kind of fun.

After a while, even I found it boring.

I couldn't escape, and he couldn't bear to really hurt me.

Plus I was tired of constantly being locked in that dark room.

So one sunny morning, I married Shaun Hale.

Most of the time, Shaun Hale was domineering around me.

Like every other powerful person who took what they wanted, he wished he could tie me to his belt and control my every move.

But he also knew our marriage was obtained through his despicable methods.

His possessiveness didn't decrease after marriage.

One day while I was sleeping, he secretly planted tracking devices in my phone and jewelry.

If he discovered I'd been out for more than a day, within an hour he'd appear and drag me home.

After figuring out this pattern, I simply started using him as my personal driver.

When I got tired of wandering around outside, I'd just find somewhere to sleep.

Sure enough, when I woke up I'd be wearing pajamas in the big bed at home.

Of course, the price was that each time he'd punish me with sex.

This time I miscalculated.

I'd only wanted to take a day trip to the island he gave me, but after three days I still hadn't gotten a single call from him.

I sat by the sea, feeling the breeze, checking if the tracking device in my phone was broken.

I even started wondering if a satellite had fallen from the sky. Never did I imagine something had happened to Shaun Hale.

How wonderfulnow he'd lost his memory and forgotten me completely.

Others told him he was married.

He just waved his hand dismissively: "Let's divorce then. I don't remember that woman anyway."

Fate's casual brushstrokes turned disaster into blessing for everyone.

Shaun Hale returned to being that cold, woman-avoiding mafia boss he once was.

Shaun's mother could finally find him a wealthy heiress according to her wishes.

And II was free.

Plus I got eighty million dollars.

Before I left, Shaun's mother warned me never to appear before her son again.

"Shaun's previous obsession with you was just a psychological disorder. Now that he's nearly cured, don't delude yourself into thinking he'll still think of you like before."

I'd heard about Shaun Hale's psychological disorderparanoia caused by childhood trauma.

Perhaps that explained his fixation on me.

Three years of marriage felt like a dream.

When I woke up, the estate, the yacht, the diamonds, the dark room... all gone.

All I had left was the light-as-air eighty million dollars in my hand.

Shaun's mother told me to get as far away as possible, and I kept my word. I measured out the city farthest from Shaun Hale on a map, booked the nearest flight, and flew away without looking back.

I settled down in this unfamiliar city, bought a modest house, and furnished it simply.

Then I found a relaxed part-time job at a dessert shop.

Everything seemed no different from before I met Shaun Hale.

The shop owner, Mrs. Brown, had a grandson named Sean who was a senior in college. During breaks he'd occasionally help out at the shop.

He liked watching financial gossip. The shop's little projector constantly played news about billionaires' scandals and stories from home and abroad.

The next time I saw Shaun Hale was on one of these news segments.

He'd been discharged from the hospital. Media outlets rushed to photograph his still-pale face, but he didn't spare them a single glance.

Cold, distant, unapproachable.

A reporter asked about rumors of his secret marriage, even showing a blurry photo of me from who knows where: "Mr. Hale, is this woman your wife?"

Shaun glanced at it and said without emotion: "Sorry, I have no recollection of her."

Seeing this, Sean sighed beside me: "Mr. Hale must be over thirty by now, and he's still not married?"

"You know him?"

"Yeah, he's a famous entrepreneur. Lots of people admire him."

"These rich people aren't as glamorous behind the scenes," I said lazily, propping my head up.

Sean said Mr. Hale was different.

I laughed coldly. Few people knew his cruel and ruthless side.

A mafia bosswho knows how much blood stained his hands.

Anyway, from the moment I met him, he was already a bastard who'd stop at nothing to get me.

Whenever I dared resist him, all I got was crazy retaliation.

I thought he not only had paranoia but was also a sex addict.

Thank goodness he'd lost his memory.

News about Shaun Hale had been endless these past few days.

Losing three years of memories seemed to have no impact on him. Today he'd acquire this company, tomorrow he'd negotiate with that CEO. Business was booming more than ever.

He seemed normal in media interviews too.

The host asked if he was considering marriage soon.

He said frankly he had no expectations for love and would most likely have an arranged marriage.

"But what if you meet a girl you like in the future?"

He smiled faintly: "Even if I meet someone, I probably wouldn't do anything. I respect the other person's wishes."

I fell silent in front of the screen.

Sean came out of the kitchen carrying a cocktail.

"Wow, so generous today." I raised an eyebrow.

He smiled proudly: "Of course! Celebrating getting my job offer."

"Congrats! Which company?"

"Hale Group."

I choked, coughing twice from the drink going down wrong.

"I remember... isn't Hale Group headquarters in East City?"

"They're opening a branch office. Didn't you see?"

He rewound the interview by half an hour.

At that point Shaun Hale was eloquently discussing company expansion, and the first stop for territorial expansion was right in our city.

Remembering my experience at the branch office before, I warned him: "Hale Group headquarters is great, but branch offices are usually really demanding."

"But the pay is good."

"You're still young. Why rush to make money?"

Sean glanced at me lightly, then said meaningfully: "Maybe... to have more confidence when pursuing someone I like."

I don't know if it's my imagination.

Sean seemed to like me.

Boys in their early twenties are too easy to readhis face turning red when making eye contact with me, his nervous fidgeting with his sleeves.

And deliberately finding topics to chat with meit all exposed his feelings.

Not surprisingly, he confessed to me.

And I immediately rejected him.

He was so different from Shaun Hale.

Faced with my rejection, Shaun Hale wouldn't care about my opinion. He'd just find ways to possess me.

Even if he couldn't have my heart, he'd have my body.

But Sean obviously had a thinner skin. After my rejection, his eyes immediately reddened as he left with a "Sorry, I bothered you."

At eleven PM, seeing he still hadn't returned, Mrs. Brown paced anxiously in the room.

I was about to call him when I saw his message

[Mia, I'm at the police station. Can you come get me? Also, don't let my grandma know.]

My heart jumped.

Sean didn't seem like someone who'd cause trouble and end up at the police station?

When I rushed to the station, I finally relaxed.

He hadn't done anything rash because of the failed confession. He'd gone to work as usual.

During dinner with a client that evening, after several rounds of drinks, the client said he'd take Sean somewhere fun.

Sean was somewhat drunk and groggily followed along.

Not until someone started unbuckling his pants at a bar did he suddenly wake up.

"I didn't know my client was gay, and the place he took me was a gay bar... I panicked and called the police."

"But then that man told the police first that I seduced him!"

"The client said he won't let this go," Sean was on the verge of tears. "My boss is coming too..."

"Your boss," an uneasy premonition rose in my heart. "Which boss?"

"It's..."

Before he could finish, he suddenly stood up and walked toward someone behind me with tears in his eyes.

"Mr. Hale, you're here."

After half a year, Shaun Hale really hadn't changed at all.

Still unpredictable as a ghost.

I didn't want to face him, so I pulled my cap down low and huddled in the corner.

He efficiently handled the follow-up with the police and mercilessly sent that client to detention.

Through the window, I heard him comfort Sean: "Don't panic when you encounter things like this in the future. I'll always prioritize my employees' safety."

"When socializing, no matter what client you meet, you have the right to refuse drinking."

Sean sniffled: "I'm sorry, Mr. Hale. I just... my confession was rejected and I was in a bad mood, so..."

"Love is inherently random, and having someone you like also happen to like you is a low-probability event." Like a gentle, understanding elder, he patiently counseled Sean.

"There are many girls in the world. Someone will be right for you. Some things shouldn't be forced."

I eavesdropped from the side, feeling somewhat comforted.

First time hearing Shaun Hale talk sense.

Felt weird getting used to it.

"By the way," Shaun suddenly asked, "where's your family?"

Sean came to his senses and pointed at me in a fluster: "Ah, over there."

Shaun Hale looked toward me following the sound.

And at that exact moment, I turned my head.