Fiancé？Sorry, My Memory Was Wiped Chapter 07

Fiancé？Sorry, My Memory Was Wiped Chapter 07

The next morning, Marcus woke with a splitting headache.

Something about the sensation against his body felt wrong.

His eyes snapped open.

Evelyn was curled against him.

Naked.

The sheets were a mess.

The room carried the unmistakable scent of sex.

Marcus’s mind went completely blank.

His last clear memory from the night before was the electrolyte drink.

Still dazed, he didn’t notice his comms unit on the table.

Evelyn had removed it.

Now the screen wouldn’t stop flashing.

“Underboss, are you in there?”

Marcus was still trying to piece together what had happened when electronic beeps shattered the

silence.

Someone was entering the bedroom access code.

His deputy’s anxious voice came from outside.

Before Marcus could answer, the door flew open.

Under Belladonna emergency protocol, they had the authority to do that.

His deputy and several operatives rushed inside.

Then they saw the bed.

Every one of them froze.

Evelyn woke with a start.

The moment she saw them, she gave a short scream.

She yanked the blanket around herself and hid behind Marcus, her face bright red.

But there was a trace of smug satisfaction in her eyes.

Marcus sat frozen.

His entire body turned cold.

Then the big boss slowly stepped in behind the operatives.

Marcus went colder still.

The big boss swept his gaze across the room.

Shock flashed across his face.

Then disappointment.

“Your unit received an emergency status alert..”

“We tried contacting you repeatedly and got nothing.”

“We thought something had happened to you.”

His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I didn’t expect to find you shacked up in bed, drinking yourself numb.”

Marcus opened his mouth.

Every explanation died in his throat.

“Belladonna doesn’t interfere in private relationships.”

The big boss cut him off before he could defend himself.

His gaze was sharp as a blade.

“But you’ve slept together.”

“Now you take responsibility.”

“Before Shade left, she had effectively left Evelyn in your care.”

“Starting today, Evelyn is officially transferred into your unit.”

“You’ll be fully responsible for her.”

Marcus felt like he couldn’t breathe.

He wanted to argue.

But when he looked up and met the big boss’s all-seeing stare, the words lodged in his throat.

The operatives around them wore different expressions.

Dana stepped forward at exactly the right moment.

Her smile was full of satisfaction.

“This is great news.”

“And the timing couldn’t be better.”

“Why don’t we follow Belladonna custom and hold the wedding ceremony in the next couple of days?”

Marcus closed his eyes.

He drew a deep breath.

When he opened them again, only numb despair remained.

The very next day, he was brought into a decorated private ceremony hall.

Someone put him in an ill-fitting suit.

Across from him stood Evelyn, blushing shyly.

Marcus looked at her.

Everything felt like a dream.

An absurd one.

A nightmare.

Dana served as the officiant.

“Underboss Hale, do you take Evelyn as your partner?”

“Will you protect her and remain faithful to her, in good times and bad, until the end of your life?”

Marcus stared at Evelyn in her wedding dress.

But the woman in his mind was Shade.

For one second, memory and reality overlapped.

Then Evelyn’s face replaced hers.

Nausea rolled through Marcus’s stomach.

He gagged before he could stop himself.

Evelyn’s smile instantly stiffened.

Hidden beneath the wide skirt of her wedding dress, her fingers dug hard into his arm.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Everyone’s watching.”

Marcus wanted to run.

But he looked at all those familiar faces.

Then at the big boss’s calm expression.

A crushing sense of helplessness swallowed him.

His lips parted.

His throat was painfully dry.

Finally, he forced out the answer.

“…I do.”

At the wedding reception, Marcus drank mechanically.

Glass after glass.

The liquor burned all the way down.

It still couldn’t wash away the disgust inside him.

He rushed to the bathroom and threw up several times.

It felt like he was trying to vomit up his own organs.

Late that night, someone helped him back toward the bedroom.

He stopped outside the door.

Low laughter came from inside.

Evelyn.

And Dana.

“Dana, thank God I had you this time.”

Evelyn sounded almost giddy with triumph.

“Without you arranging everything, how could I have pulled any of this off?”

“You made it happen yourself,” Dana said, her tone almost flattering.

“Shade… she’s incredibly capable.”

“But she’s too independent. Too proud.”

“Like nobody was good enough to be her equal.”

“Yeah, she saved my life back then.”

“But I got sick of the way she acted like everyone owed her.”

Evelyn gave a mocking laugh.

“So what if she was proud?”

“Marc thinks she’s dead now.”

“And honestly, I should thank whatever happened to me when I was little.”

“I can’t even remember what happened back then.”

“But this PTSD sure came in handy.”

Dana laughed along with her.

“You’re officially the Underboss’s wife now.”

“So when it comes to operation assignments and operational resources, don’t forget about me.”

“Don’t worry, Dana.”

“I’ll make sure you get your share.”

Outside the door, Marcus stood completely still.

It felt like ten thousand blades had pierced straight through his heart.

Every drop of blood in his body turned to ice.