Kasumi Confidant Novels & Stories

I might have been able to witness what miracle Kasumi had done, but his startled expression during that time and his sudden leave of absence had given me enough proof that Kasumi was telling the truth. Not only that, Thaddeus had already provided me with some documents of the recent suspicious activities of the four clans, enough to make me believe Kasumi's statement. Her former clan had been conspiring with Miyoshi Clan. And Kenji was already secretly contacting the Ikeda Clan and Kagawa Clan. As Kasumi told us, it would be a matter of time before they would act, due to the miracle she had performed, which had been granted by her mother, the Moon Goddess Herself.

Said Jun's editor complaining as he came up to sit in front of them. Yusuke Kajima was one of the president's victimized employees, He was probably suffering from the same fate as Kimiko but he didn't seem to be troubled about it, or rather he doesn't seem to notice it. He was the type of easygoing who would be used without being able to realize that he was being used. Which made him the perfect pawn for the president and it was probably convenient more often than not for Jun too.

He made his way toward us, every step controlled, every movement calculated, and when he got there, he sat like he belonged, like this wasn’t the most dangerous table in the room. “Kazama,” Phil greeted. “Phil,” Kagemoto Kazama replied smoothly, his smile widening just a little. “I was really looking forward to you attending.” Something about that didn’t sit right. And Phil caught it too. “What do you mean by that?” he asked, his tone calm but careful. Kagemoto Kazama let out a small chuckle, leaning back slightly as he rested both hands on his walking stick. “I just find it fascinating,” he said slowly, “how Jacques’ son now works side by side with Frank.”

“I have more important matters to attend to. Perhaps… another time.” The farmers watched quietly, exchanging uncertain glances. No one spoke. No one dared to. Their silence wasn’t agreement—it was caution. “Miss Cassie, please don’t mind him,” Carmel said softly, gently taking her arm. “Come, you can sit—” Cassie didn’t move. Her gaze lingered on Mr. Romero for a second longer before she turned to Carmel, offering her a small, reassuring smile. Then— “What if I told you… I personally know the Chairman of Malakai Group?” Her voice cut cleanly through the room.

Was he avoiding looking my way because he was ashamed of himself? "This is Itsuki Goto. I assigned him to your pack's territory long ago. He is an old friend of mine," Camren explained. I sat back in my chair as my jaw clenched tightly. I barely knew a thing about this man. "He's been relaying your pack's secrets to me for well over half a decade now. Please don't be mad at him. He's been in my service this whole time."

We’d discuss later. “That was Cassian,” I explained to Amara when she turned to follow his movement. “Second in command, and underboss to the DeLaurentis family.” She nodded, taking all the information in. It didn’t matter how much she eventually learned. Sooner or later, she’d lead me to all the secrets I want to know. And then, I’d watch her crumble into dust. Slowly, I leaned closer to her, lips brushing against her ear. She didn’t move, eyes occasionally following my movement.

“Who’s this? Are you Damian’s new assistant? I can’t believe he still hires fresh-faced little things. They’re so easily impressed, aren’t they?” The condescension in her tone was like a slap in the face. Isabelle’s composure, however, remained unshaken. She met Cassandra’s gaze with a quiet, unwavering dignity. “Cassandra, that’s enough,” Damian said, his voice now a low, dangerous growl. “Isabelle is an invaluable member of my team and my personal consultant. She will be my sole travel companion for this trip. You will not be joining us.”

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

Someone too old to play games and too smart to be manipulated. So I made the call. “Cassian,” I said when he answered. “I have a job for you.” He didn’t ask questions. Didn’t need to. Cassian was the kind of man who didn’t blink when blood splattered his shoes. “You’re consigliere now,” I told him. “Effective immediately. No one else knows.” “What’s the assignment?” “Find the rat,” I said coldly. “Start from the inside. Assume everyone’s dirty. Even me.”

And in this game of power and betrayal, he intended to come out on top. Back at the headquarters, Kazuya watched the limousine disappear into the night. Nakamura joined him, a question in his eyes. "Do you think he can be trusted?" Nakamura asked quietly. Kazuya's smile was enigmatic. "Trust is a luxury we cannot afford. But for now, he is useful. And when he is no longer useful, we will deal with him accordingly." Nakamura nodded, understanding the unspoken threat. As they turned to leave, Kazuya's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening.