Novel & Cerita The Yakuza's Mute Bride

I showed him this document in my hand. "Hmm... That's a strategy." "You married me? Wait a minute... Where did you get my autograph?" "It's simple, the paper you signed in the guest book last night, there's a carbon copy." "Fuck you. It's a scam." "Yeah, that's true. But that's all I can do to save you from all the Mafia Bosses, as well as the Yakuza clan. You have to remember, you're in trouble. Akiko is a Kazuo-kai woman. What's more, she is a Yakuza." said him calmly, then he opened his bathrobe. "Because they respect me, they won't touch you. Marriage is the best solution to this problem." Austin opened the bathroom door.

Yvy nodded, "The last one is true but it's not the reason why we are looking deadly serious about now." Butler Zi crosses his arm, raising his eyebrow while looking at them,"So? What is it that you really wanted me to solve? Hmm?" "I heard that you know this yakuza man who will be wed by my wife."It was Yvrozz who were asking him with these cold tone and deadly glares making him tsked. "My wife? He's not yours besides you're not really married in the first place so basically you have no rights to call him wife."He said provoking him.

Vito’s jaw tightened as he rose slowly, ignoring the twinge in his stomach. Zoya stiffened beside him, her hand instinctively gripping his arm. Takara stood in the entrance like she owned the place, which, technically, she still did on paper. Tall and elegant in a tailored black dress that accentuated her sharp features, her dark hair pulled into a sleek knot, she looked every bit the Yakuza princess she was. Her eyes, sharp as katanas, swept over the room before landing on Vito and then Zoya with thinly veiled disdain.

Sensing the danger ahead, Yuki quickly pulled out her knife but she was not quick enough. Marie stabbed Yuki through her stomach with all five of her claws. Yuki was petrified in place. Her body was shaking from the pain. She wanted to scream but her voice was stuck. Marie pulled out her claws and let Yuki’s body lean on hers. She hugged Yuki’s body gently and whispered in her ear. “Your life ends here.” Yuki heard that loud and clear and amidst her pain, she managed to chuckle. “So will yours.” And she stabbed Marie in the neck with her knife.

Leonardo entered his friend's condo feeling frustrated and upset. His friend Domenico Russo greeted him with a warm smile, "Hey, Leonardo!" But Leonardo didn't respond. Domenico sensed something was wrong and asked, "What's wrong?" Leonardo huffed. "Father issue!" Domenico snorted. Leonardo scowled. Domenico inquired once more, "Tell me what happened this time." Leonardo, visibly frustrated, responded with clenched teeth, "He has replaced the bride and now expects me to wed that slut, Sofia Ricci, who is deemed worthless by the Riccis."

As I watched, Julian bent down, his head tilting as he whispered something directly into her ear. Pure rage blacked out everything else in the room. The investors were still talking, but their voices turned into complete static, fading into a distant, meaningless hum. The polite, calculated mask I had worn all evening completely shattered. All I could see, all I could focus on, was Julian’s cocky smirk and his grey eyes locked onto my wife, invading a space he had absolutely no right to be near. The realization that he was trying to touch what was mine made my blood turn to liquid fire.

The air feels wrong, too still, as if the night is holding its breath. No symbols. No markings. Just silence. That’s how the Yakuza speaks. Damien hesitates. “Boss…?” Lucien kneels, opens the box carefully, expecting a bomb — but what’s inside is worse. A folded piece of silk, white, pristine. The kind used in funeral ceremonies. On top of the silk lies a simple object: A woman’s hairpin, delicate, ornate but snapped clean in half. A symbol every syndicate understands. A broken ornament means a broken woman.

Understood. I knew how the mafia worked. I understood the blood and silence it demanded. But Alexandro would never love a woman like me. He wanted someone soft. Naive. Someone who didn’t know how to handle a gun or hide a body. Someone who didn’t see violence as a language. He wanted peace. A woman untouched by the darkness he lived in. And so, that day, as I watched him from the balcony above the meeting hall, I made a decision. If Alexandro wanted a woman outside the mafia… then that’s who I would become.

He shook his head while thinking positively. "I'm just paranoid," he muttered was about to close the elevator when Their way Cross again. He blows a loud breath and sinks himself into the side of the elevator. "Mr. Yaro what a coincidence we met," she said grinning at him. He didn't mind her. "As usual the mute guy again, Can't you see me? God, he didn't notice my goddess beauty. This is the first time that someone ignore my beauty," she keep talking and moved closer to him. "The mute guy is always a mute guy, but there is something that bothered my mind and I want to express it," she said while playing with his hair. He looked down to take a deep breath. "I just want to see your tongue, I t

The door opened with a sharp thud as he pushed it. There she was—his new bride. Lying on the bed like a silent shadow, her face still covered by the veil she had worn since the wedding. She flinched at the sound of the door, slowly pushing herself up on the mattress. But she didn’t say a word. Of course she didn’t. His eyes narrowed. "You really are mute, aren’t you?" he said coldly, voice like a blade. She didn’t respond. Just kept looking down. He took a step closer, eyes burning with anger, confusion, and betrayal.