Ricordare Amore [Revamp in Process]

Ricordare Amore [Revamp in Process]

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Formerly titled: Married to the Mafia Boss Amore. Once loved and cared for, now alone. She lost her own memories except for her name. One Tragic Event, one tragic accident changed it all. She woke up only remembering her name. Loved by which she is told to be her Mum and Papa, she started again with a new life but she kept her name. Finished Culinary Arts and talents put to use. She felt happy but not contented. She was missing... Something. But one day, she was introduced to guests. Guests she is intrigued with. She felt something unusual for them and felt something cold radiating from their gazes. Felt the the cold gazes against her but she doesn't know why. But somehow she eventually fell in love with one of them. But what if that person she loved knew about her from the past and kept it from her? Kept away the missing pieces of her memories? Her past? What if they kept secrets about their identities too? How will she react? Will she ever look at her beloved the same way again?
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