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She was their wife. Their missing piece. Their entire world. Y/N used to live a life that nobody would ever believe. Married to eight powerful mafia husbands, she had everything: love, luxury, protection, and a family that would do anything for her. Until one day, she disappeared. Now, Y/N is living an entirely different life. She has a normal routine, a normal home, and absolutely no memory of the eight men who once called her their wife. But there’s one problem. Her dreams. Every night, she sees unfamiliar faces, hears voices calling her name, and experiences memories that feel far too real to be imaginary. Eight men. Eight wedding rings. A beautiful mansion. A life she can’t remember living. She thinks she’s losing her mind. Meanwhile, eight dangerous mafia husbands are desperately searching for the woman they promised to protect forever. They’ve searched everywhere, followed every lead, and refused to accept that she might be gone forever. They made a promise to each other. They would never give up until they found their wife. But what happens when they finally find her? What happens when the woman they love looks at them like they’re complete strangers? And what happens when Y/N starts remembering everything?

Memory Loss Idiots in Love Jealousy Polyamory Possessive Behavior Kidnapping Angst Slow Burn

@itz_urZari·

Published 8 days ago

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The dream again. Smoke, silk, and the echo of eight voices whispering your name like a prayer. One by one they fade into the fog—hands reaching, chains of silver and ink glinting in the dark—until you're alone in an empty room with a single white lily wilting on the floor.

You wake with a jolt, cold sweat on your neck. The alarm clock blinks 6:47 AM. Same as always. Same too-small apartment. Same city that never belonged to you.

In the kitchen, the coffee maker sputters to life. You have exactly eleven minutes to get out the door. Tuesday shift at the café starts at seven thirty, and Rosa—your manager—has already written you up twice for being late.

???

from behind you, sleepy and hoarse You were talking in your sleep again.

Your roommate, Daeun, is perched on the arm of the couch, hair a mess, holding a half-empty glass of water. She's the only person you remember knowing. She said she found you almost a year ago at a bus stop, with no ID, no phone, and no memory of who you were.

Daeun

Something about... "don't leave me." Same thing as always. You okay?

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