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Hearing the Mafia Boss's Shadow

NovelMaster Completed

Romance Werewolf 现实主义-Realistic重生-Reborn

Hearing the Mafia Boss's Shadow I've had a special ability since childhood—I can hear shadows speak. My father and stepmother didn't believe me. They thought I was deliberately lying to get their attention. My stepsister, Lily, mocked me as a freak and rallied the girls at school to ostracize me. After graduating from college, Lily hooked up with a mafia boss. But on the eve of their wedding, the mafia boss was shot and fell into a coma. When he woke up, his memories were stuck at age ten. Lily immediately called off the engagement: "Make me marry an idiot? Absolutely not! I'd rather die than marry him!" Facing the mafia boss's armed family downstairs, my father fell into despair. Just then, I heard the mafia boss's shadow speak: "That bitch Lily! The doctor said my amnesia is only temporary. With proper care, I'll recover in three months." "I already bought her an island and a villa, planning to give them to her as gifts. Guess she doesn't need them now! Once I recover, I'm going to kill her!" When I heard about the island and villa, my eyes lit up. I took the initiative and said to my father: "Dad, I'm willing to marry him in her place!" 1 Lily, who normally bullied me relentlessly, rushed over and hugged me when she heard I'd take her place: "Luna, you're really willing?" I nodded. She hugged me tighter: "That's more like it! I've always been so good to you, always looked after you at school. Now you're marrying him in my place—it's only right." "Besides, it's not like any man wants you anyway. Even though Jason has become an idiot, he's handsome and has a great body. You're not losing anything by marrying him." She glanced at Jason standing by the door and licked her lips: "Honestly, I'm a little reluctant to let him go!" I pushed her away without retorting. Getting away from this family and earning an island and a villa—I really wasn't losing anything. But Jason's shadow was already trembling with rage. "Lily, you always pretended to be pure and gentle, always said your sister Luna bullied you—turns out it was all lies! You're the vicious one!" "If I weren't just a shadow, I'd strangle you right now!" I shrugged and went downstairs to invite Mrs. Grant to tea, then said to her: "I'm the Grant family's eldest daughter. If you don't mind, I'm willing to marry Jason in my sister's place." Mrs. Grant's face had been filled with worry. After Jason was shot, they announced to the outside world that he would recover quickly. If he got dumped at this critical moment, other mafia factions would think Jason was down and the Grant family was finished. They'd move to absorb their territory. I had clearly become the Grant family's lifeline. Mrs. Grant grabbed my hand excitedly: "You're really willing? But Jason hasn't recovered his memory yet, so we can't hold a wedding ceremony." "As long as you take good care of him and fulfill your duties as a wife, when he wakes up, I'll definitely give you a generous gift." I nodded obediently: "I'm very good at taking care of people. I've been tutoring since I was sixteen to earn my tuition." Jason's shadow said in surprise: "Her family isn't poor though? Why would she need to earn her own tuition?" I pretended not to hear the shadow's words and worked hard to sell myself. "I can also teach music. I'm very patient..." My stepmother eagerly chimed in: "That's right, Luna was born to serve people. She can also do laundry and cook." "Having her take care of Jason is perfect. I agree to this marriage. You should take her back right away." My stepmother threw me out the door like discarding trash, unable to wait another moment. And my father, as always, let my stepmother bully me without intervention. Jason's mother smiled, then stood up and said to me: "Come with us. Don't bother bringing luggage. I'll have the servants prepare new things for you." At that moment, Jason actually came over on his own, took my hand and said: "You're my wife? I want you to build LEGOs with me!" The moment I walked out the door, Lily's shrill mocking voice came from behind: "A freak and an idiot—a perfect match." Jason's shadow cursed: "That bitch Lily! When I wake up, I'm giving Luna ten million immediately, just to piss Lily off!" 2 After returning to the Grant house, Mrs. Grant wiped away tears sadly: "Jason was shot in the head. It's a miracle he's even alive. But the doctor said as long as he's well cared for and given enough affection, he can recover his memory in three months. But if he suffers another shock, he might stay like this forever." "I was going to tell Lily this, but she was so heartless she refused before I could even finish." "Luna, during this time, you must take good care of Jason. Nothing can go wrong!" What Mrs. Grant meant was that I needed to stay by his side to help awaken his memories. At the same time, Jason's current condition couldn't be seen by outsiders. She was busy fending off attacks from competitors. So she needed someone trustworthy to stay with Jason twenty-four hours a day. Jason's shadow sighed: "I thought Lily would stand by me through thick and thin, but she completely broke my heart." "I wonder if this Luna will be the same as Lily..." I smiled slightly. Then I brought Jason, who only had memories up to age ten, to the study. "Didn't you want me to build LEGOs with you?" "Yes!" Jason, who was six-foot-three with an eight-pack, actually showed an innocent smile. I tapped his chest, then said: "I can keep you company, but on one condition! After we finish the LEGOs, you have to let me read to you." This was also what Jason's mother had instructed—read him company financial reports, political and economic books. It would help him recover his memory faster. Then I heard the shadow's praise: "Seems like she's more reliable than Lily. But I need to keep observing." I started competing with Jason to build LEGOs. Unsurprisingly, I won. Then I took out finance books and history books and started reading to him. The shadow sighed again: "That Lily has reading disabilities. I didn't expect Luna to be so smart—she even understands finance books and can analyze international situations. I wonder what other surprises she has that I don't know about." I smiled secretly. It seemed I'd already won his initial trust. The next day, even Jason's mother looked at me with new eyes. I had just finished shaving Jason's beard, making him look much more refreshed. A newly released movie was playing on TV, and I'd explain things to him from time to time. Jason liked pineapple smoothies, so I made them for him. Jason's mother said: "Since his memory got stuck at age ten, he's never been this well-behaved." On the second night, after I finished reading to Jason, he insisted I stay. "My bed is huge. Just sleep next to me." Looking at his sexy chest muscles under his pajamas, my face turned red. If I didn't know he hadn't recovered his memory yet, I might have actually fallen for him. Before turning off the lights, I secretly glanced at his shadow. The shadow was in a good mood: "This Luna really is pretty good. Once my body fully recovers, I'll definitely give her a grand wedding and make her my real wife." My face turned even redder. I hugged my blanket and lay down beside him, quickly hearing his even breathing. That night, I slept very well. 3 Later, while I was taking care of Jason, his shadow kept talking to itself: "How does Luna know I love Italian opera? Looks like she did her homework. Not bad." "The company's stock price went up. Looks like the crisis is over." "She's just like my mom. When I was little, my mom also made me eat carrots." "Ah, this carrot cake smells so good! Too bad I'm just a shadow!" Under my care, in less than a month, Jason recovered some of his memories. But his memories were confused. Sometimes he was like a ten-year-old child, sometimes he suddenly became twenty years old and acted like he didn't know me at all. One afternoon, I had just washed my hair and was blow-drying it when he suddenly had the expression of an adult and asked me: "Who are you? Why are you in my bathroom?" I was startled. I wanted to explain to him, but then I remembered the doctor had warned that he couldn't be shocked at all during these three months. So I answered: "I'm a new maid your mother hired." "How come I don't know about this?" Jason grabbed my wrist and moved closer. I heard his shadow say anxiously: "This idiot, that's your wife! You're hurting your wife! Let go of her right now!" I explained to Jason: "My family kicked me out, and Mrs. Grant kindly took me in. Please don't fire me. I have nowhere else to go..." Jason's expression softened. After warning me, he let go of my hand and said: "This is my private bathroom. Don't come here anymore!" After hearing his words, the shadow got even angrier: "If you can't speak properly, just shut up! She's your wife. You two will be showering together in the future!" Hearing the shadow's complaint, images of us showering together quickly flashed through my mind, making my face burn. I said to Jason: "I'm sorry, Mr. Grant. I'm new here and don't know the rules. I promise I won't come to your private bathroom again." After saying that, I hurried away with my head down. Later, during a hospital checkup, the doctor said excitedly: "Mr. Grant is recovering faster than expected! His memory is gradually returning. As for the memory confusion, it should stabilize in about a week!" Jason's mother gripped my hand excitedly: "Thank you, Luna! After he recovers next week, I'm going to throw a party to show all our competitors that Jason is in top form." News of Jason's recovery somehow reached Lily's ears. One afternoon, Lily suddenly came to see me. She glanced at Jason sitting on the lawn making butterfly specimens, then roughly dragged me to a corner. "I heard Jason is going to recover his memory? He still looks like a ten-year-old idiot to me." I sneered: "Why do you care so much about my husband?" Lily slapped me across the face: "Your husband?" Lily pointed at my nose and warned me: "If Jason really does recover, you better get lost. I'm the woman Jason truly loves anyway!" 4 The shadow in the distance saw me getting bullied and roared: "Bitch! How dare you hit my wife! Luna, fight back!" "Once my body and memory fully recover, I'm definitely not marrying you! The only wife I recognize is Luna!" After saying this, he paused: "But speaking of which... after I recover, will I be able to keep my recent memories? What if I forget everything?" "Oh no, what if my body really forgets and thinks Lily was the one who took care of me? What do I do?" "I'm just a shadow! How can I tell myself?" Rubbing my cheek, I felt equally anxious. If Jason really married Lily after this, not only would my island and villa be gone, but Lily would take crazy revenge on me! The shadow quickly said: "I almost forgot about my mom. She already knows Lily is a bitch. And she knows Luna is already my wife." "No matter whether I remember Luna in the future or not, my mom definitely won't let me marry Lily." But unexpectedly, Lily thought of this too. She immediately went to find Mrs. Grant. "You know how much Jason loves me. I didn't want to break off the engagement before—my parents forced me to! Today I secretly came to see you because I want to tell you that I've always loved Jason." "Please give me another chance. Let me stay by Jason's side and take care of him!" After speaking, Lily actually knelt down crying. And Mrs. Grant actually seemed to waver. She consulted with me awkwardly: "Luna, you've worked hard during this time. But Jason really did love Lily before, and Lily has always been a kind girl. Maybe she really was forced by your parents to break off the engagement." "How about you just let them be together? Don't worry, I'll give you a generous bonus and a villa." Seeing me nod obediently, the shadow exploded: "Luna, can you have some backbone? Why are you handing over your achievements to someone else?" I sighed. If Jason liked Lily, what was the point of fighting for him? I might as well take the money and quickly leave this place to live a peaceful life. The shadow lamented in frustration: "Forget it, I can't count on anyone. I'll just have to work hard to retain these memories myself!" After Lily won over Mrs. Grant, to be safe, she released news to the media early: "My wedding with Mr. Jason Grant will be held next month." Everyone outside thought it was Lily's devoted companionship that created Jason's miraculous recovery. It was time to go to the hospital for rehabilitation treatment again. The doctor said: "This should be the last treatment! If this treatment goes smoothly, Mr. Grant will fully recover!" And the shadow started getting anxious: "Luna, I hope after this treatment, my damn brain can remember everything between us!" I clasped my hands together. I hoped for the same. But none of this was under my control. Lily stood beside me and mocked: "Soon, I'll become Jason's real wife." After a long wait, when Jason walked out of the treatment room, although his appearance hadn't changed, his eyes were completely different. They were sharp and fierce, with a cold edge. I thought, this is it. He definitely doesn't remember me. Lily eagerly rushed over: "Jason, you've finally recovered! I'm Lily, the one you love most! Do you know how sad and scared I've been these three months?" For some reason, I felt a sourness in my heart, even jealousy. Dejected, I was about to leave. The next second, Jason suddenly spoke: "These three months, you were really that sad?"

Chapters (4)

Chapter 1

I've been able to see people's souls since I was a child, and I could even hear them speak. Because of my special ability, my parents loathed me and favored my adoptive sister, Shanna. Later, Shanna landed herself a billionaire. But on the eve of their wedding, Shanna's fiancé was in a car accident and became a vegetable. Shanna didn't hesitate to cancel the marriage: "Want me to wait on a vegetable hand and foot? In my dreams! I'm not wasting my whole life on a useless person. I'd rather die than marry him!" Just then. I saw Ethan Ford's soul. His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were full of hatred as he looked at my adoptive sister: "She's so heartless! The doctor clearly said I'd wake up within six months." "If someone's willing to take care of me voluntarily, once I wake up, I'll give her two hundred million first thing, just to piss off that bitch!" My eyes lit up, and I timidly raised my hand: "How about... I marry you?" I really wanted that two hundred million. I thought my adoptive sister Shanna would try to stop me. After all, since we were kids. Her greatest pleasure was opposing me and then enjoying watching me suffer. But unexpectedly, this time. She snorted with laughter and casually shoved me forward: "You're just a nuisance at home anyway. Going to wait on him hand and foot is perfect for you." "Look at you acting like you've never seen a man before, throwing yourself at even a vegetable. How pathetic." I kept my head down and didn't talk back. Being able to escape this family and earn two hundred million in the process? I couldn't wait to succeed in my pursuit. But Ethan's soul. Was so angry it floated behind Shanna, throwing punches at her constantly: "Shanna! You used to tell me your sister Rose was always bullying you—turns out it was all lies." "You're the one who's been bullying Rose this whole time. I can't believe I was played like a fool by you, you bitch!" His resentment was heavy. Even the surrounding air seemed to drop a few degrees. I quietly shrank my neck and walked up to Mrs. Ford on my own: "I'm the biological daughter of the family. If you don't mind, Mrs. Ford, I'm willing to marry Ethan in my sister's place." Mrs. Ford's worried expression cleared immediately. After Ethan's accident, they publicly stated he would recover quickly. If he got jilted at this critical moment. Not only would they become a laughingstock, but people would lose confidence in the Ford family, affecting their stock price. And I had clearly become the Ford family's lifeline. Mrs. Ford grabbed my hand excitedly: "You're really willing?" "However, Ethan is unconscious right now and can't get a marriage license or have a wedding with you." "As long as you take good care of him and fulfill your duties as a wife, when he wakes up, the position of the Ford family's daughter-in-law will be yours." I nodded obediently: "I'm very good at taking care of people. I've been caring for my paralyzed grandparents since I was little." The soul frowned and floated to my side. He looked me up and down, and a wave of cold air made my spine shiver. I pretended not to know of his existence and tried hard to sell myself. "I can cook, I can help people turn over and bathe, and I'm very patient..." My parents chimed in eagerly: "That's right, our Rose is born to serve others." "Having her take care of Ethan is perfect. As her parents, we approve of this marriage. You should take her with you right away." My parents acted like they were throwing out garbage. They couldn't wait to kick me out the door. Behind the door came Shanna's shrill mocking laughter: "A freak and a vegetable, two half-dead wastes—a perfect match." The soul kept shaking his head: "Shanna is too vicious... So all her previous kindness and innocence was an act." "I must have been blind. When I wake up, I'll give Rose two hundred million immediately, just to piss Shanna off!" Watching the soul float through the wall. I prayed silently in my heart. That two hundred million you promised—you better keep your word.

Chapter 2

Half an hour later, I saw Ethan himself in the special care ward. He was thin, covered in tubes, relying on machines to maintain his vital signs. Mrs. Ford wiped her tears sadly: "He has a brain injury. Although the surgery was successful, he still needs time to recover." "At the shortest, six months; at the longest, three years... We want to maintain the Ford family's dignity, but we also want to find him a companion." "Shanna should think about it—we can afford professional nurses, so why would we need her to do menial work?" What Mrs. Ford meant was. For a vegetative patient to wake up, they need strong emotional companionship. Ideally, someone should talk to him every day, keeping his brain actively thinking, which helps faster recovery. But Ethan's critical condition couldn't be shown to outsiders. And she was busy stabilizing the company. Shanna would have been the best choice. But unexpectedly, this important task ultimately fell to me. The soul stood by the hospital bed, his face ashen: "I also thought Shanna would stick by me through thick and thin, but she completely broke my heart." "I just want to find someone reliable to read me financial news every day. Why is that so hard? I don't know if Rose can handle it..." After listening to him ramble for a while, I understood. His body and consciousness were separated, which is why I could see his soul. When he woke up, his soul would naturally return to his body. After thinking it over. I laid out my plan: "I plan to report news to Ethan every day, then continuously play movies and music for him." "I'll describe the weather to him each day and try to let him smell various scents to strengthen his perception of the outside world." "As for bathing and such... If Mrs. Ford doesn't mind, let me do it too. That way I can become more familiar with Ethan." Both Mrs. Ford and the soul thought I was making empty promises. They didn't believe I could be so thorough, thoughtful, and patient. But the next day, they were impressed. When Mrs. Ford came to the ward. I had just finished shaving Ethan's beard, making him look much more refreshed. A newly released movie was playing on TV, and I would explain scenes to him from time to time. At the same time, I was holding a tablet, regularly reading financial news aloud. Next to Ethan's head was fruit tea I had made myself, its fragrance masking the smell of disinfectant. I had even set up my own bed in the ward. So I could stay with Ethan twenty-four hours a day. Mrs. Ford was deeply moved: "Actually, you can sleep at the Ford house at night." I smiled and told Mrs. Ford. As long as I didn't have to live in my original home, I was happy anywhere. "Besides, staying here strengthens my emotional connection with Ethan, which is good for waking him up." After I spoke. I sneaked a glance at the soul. His expression had improved considerably. "Shanna's too spoiled. Even if she came, she couldn't take care of me properly." "But this Rose seems quite reliable. I guess this is a blessing in disguise." It seemed I had passed Ethan's own evaluation. That made the next steps much easier.

Chapter 3

I began closely monitoring the soul's movements. Perhaps straying too far would affect the soul's return to the body. He generally just stayed in the ward, only going out for a walk when the weather was nice. The last time he took the risk to float that far was to see Shanna. Now that his heart was dead. He had become obedient. When I took care of Ethan. The soul would ramble on beside me: "How does Rose know I love opera? Looks like she did her homework. Not bad." "Why doesn't she also find out that my favorite fruit is durian? Making me smell apples every day—I'm sick of it." The next day I brought in a big durian and opened it in front of him: "Ethan, guess how many sections of fruit our durian has?" I had gotten bolder. I would manipulate Ethan's fingers. Sometimes making a six, sometimes making an eight. The soul would protest at first: "Stop it! No one's ever dared treat me like this in my whole life. You think I'm your toy?" Later he got used to it. He would roll his eyes while secretly smiling. Smelling the durian fragrance filling the ward. The soul's eyes gleamed brightly, his will to survive growing stronger: "I'm craving this so much... I have to wake up quickly so I can enjoy it with Rose." After the soul spoke. The wavy line on the heart monitor showed subtle fluctuations. I also started eating the durian with gusto: "You know, thanks to you, this is my first time eating durian." "Back home, I could only eat rotten apples and oranges." The soul froze. I had gotten used to looking at Ethan's face. I opened my heart and confided in him like a friend: "Your mom thinks I'm working so hard and gave me a hundred thousand dollars. Actually, at home I had to take care of three people—Mom, Dad, and Shanna. Before, I also had to add Grandpa and Grandma." "Now I'm here and only have to take care of you. It's actually much easier." The soul floated to my side, gazing at me deeply without saying a word. That day I calmly talked about many things. Like how my parents abused me, how Shanna had been bullying me all along. After pouring out all my grievances, I felt refreshed. But the soul's eyes had turned red. "Are Rose's parents sick? Why don't they cherish such a good biological daughter, but instead dote on a spoiled adoptive daughter?" "When I wake up, I must teach that family a good lesson for Rose." I was a bit touched. Though the teaching part could be skipped. As long as the two hundred million came through successfully, I'd be grateful. After that day. The soul and I became much closer. I still pretended not to know of his existence, but I fulfilled his every wish. He also stayed by my side constantly, watching everything I did. After continuing like this for four months. One day while I was manipulating Ethan's fingers again. Ethan's finger. Actually moved on its own! The soul was shocked: "My nerves and muscles seem to be responding to external stimuli!" "Looks like the brain nerves are recovering well. Will I be able to return to my body soon?" I joyfully notified Mrs. Ford. The good news spread quickly. Not only did a large group of experts come to consult on Ethan's case. But Shanna also burst into the ward. She glanced disdainfully at the vegetable on the bed and roughly dragged me outside: "I heard Ethan is about to wake up?" Seeing I didn't respond. Shanna slapped me across the face: "You really think you've landed the Ford family? How dare you give me attitude." The soul was so angry he gritted his teeth. "Rose, are you stupid? Fight back! I've got your back!" "You won't fight back? Then I'll do it for you!" But the fists he threw. Aside from stirring up gusts of cold wind, had no destructive power. Shanna poked my nose and warned me: "If Ethan really wakes up, you better get lost. I'll make Ethan believe I've been the one taking care of him all along." "After all, I'm the woman Ethan loves. Even when he wakes up, he'll only marry me!"

Chapter 4

The soul reacted faster than I did: "As long as my brain can retain the soul's memories, I definitely won't marry you!" After saying this, he paused again: "But speaking of which... when I wake up, will I retain these memories? What if I forget everything?" "Can the soul's consciousness perfectly merge with the body's consciousness? I didn't even consider this..." "Oh no, what if I forget and really think Shanna was the one taking care of me? What do I do then?" I rubbed my cheek, equally anxious. Who Ethan married didn't really matter. The key issue was—if Shanna stole my credit, wouldn't my two hundred million go down the drain? The soul quickly slapped his forehead: "I almost forgot about my mom. My mom has seen Shanna's true nature. She won't let me marry Shanna again." "Right, right. As long as my mom's around, she can prove that Rose was the one taking care of me all along." But unexpectedly. Shanna refused to give up and immediately went to find Mrs. Ford. She brazenly declared: "You know Ethan's personality. Once he's set on me, he'll definitely marry me." "When he wakes up, you can't force him to marry a woman he doesn't even know, right?" "He survived this disaster. As his mother, you should fully support him, not interfere in his marriage!" Mrs. Ford was actually swayed by this argument. She consulted with me awkwardly: "Ethan doesn't know who took care of him anyway." "I'll just say it was Shanna. They were in love to begin with, so it'll be natural for them to get married and everyone will be happy." "I'll give you generous compensation. As long as you don't say anything, no one will know you were the one who took care of Ethan." Seeing me nod compliantly. The soul kept whispering in my ear: "Rose, can you have some backbone? Why are you handing over your credit to someone else?" I wanted to. But I had been submissive my whole life. With no background, no connections, no confidence—what could I fight with? The soul was frustrated: "Forget it, I can't count on anyone. I better work hard and try to retain these memories myself!" After Shanna convinced Mrs. Ford. To be extra safe, she released news to the media early: "Under my devoted care, Ethan is finally about to wake up!" "We'll soon get our marriage license and have our wedding. I'll officially become Mrs. Ford very soon. Thank you all for your blessings." Everyone outside believed. It was Shanna's devoted companionship that created a miracle for Ethan. As more and more experts intervened, plus Ethan's own strong will. In less than six months, Ethan's indicators showed. His brain had completely recovered and he could wake up at any moment. And the soul was increasingly reluctant to part with me: "Rose, I hope I can remember everything from this time when I wake up." "God bless, I don't want to forget all the good things you've done for me, and I definitely don't want to mistake Shanna for my benefactor." I hoped for the same. But this was all beyond my control. This day when I woke up. I didn't see the soul. I immediately realized: Ethan was about to wake up! I immediately called Mrs. Ford and the experts. Shanna also rushed over with the media. Under countless expectant gazes. The experts performed pre-awakening medical procedures. With a beep. The vegetative Ethan actually slowly opened his eyes. Everyone held their breath, not daring to disturb him easily. Ethan lifted his finger slightly, then swallowed with difficulty. He squinted at the ceiling, seemingly trying hard to remember something. At this moment. I could only pray that Ethan still retained the soul's memories and clearly remembered who had been taking care of him. But if he had forgotten... Then I had not only wasted half a year of effort but also handed everything over to Shanna on a silver platter. Shanna couldn't hold back and anxiously rushed to the bedside: "Ethan, you're finally awake! I'm Shanna, the one you love most!" "For the past six months, I've been carefully taking care of you, waiting on you hand and foot, never leaving your side." "You must know, you must remember, right?" Seeing Ethan's confused expression. My heart sank. Could it be... he really forgot everything? My parents whispered mockingly in my ear: "Stop dreaming. Mrs. Ford already said, as long as Ethan doesn't remember, Shanna will be the one who took care of him." "Get lost now. Don't ruin Shanna's moment." Seeing Ethan staring deeply at Shanna. Disappointment filled my chest. I hung my head in dejection, about to leave. The next second, Ethan suddenly spoke, asking coldly: "It was really you taking care of me?"