The Yakuza's Mute Bride Novels & Stories

Bleeding and barely able to open his eyes, Tyron could only lie there as Franz finally stopped, breathing hard. "Do you even know what kind of mess you've dragged us into, you worthless piece of crap?! That casino is controlled by the most dangerous Mafia in Asia. If you don't pay up on time, they'll wipe out our entire family!" "That's not... g-gonna happen. They only want her," Tyron rasped, pointing weakly at Carlotta. "What do you mean by that?" "They gave me a copy of the contract Kuya Tyron signed," Carlotta said, handing the document to her father.

In front, Ethan has a huge grin with his eyes glued on his radiating bride. Owen’s words start playing over in my head “Rumours are he can’t wait for the honeymoon.” He is an innocent man, my motto is to never touch the innocent, but I can’t help wanting to blow his head off and take his place. I’m still rebuking my mind when Owen pulls me to the ground with his weapon drawn out. Around us, the rest of the mafia guest are also on the floor with their weapons also drawn out. The horrified screams from the groom’s family fill the hall as they all cram together on the floor covering their heads. It takes me seconds to realise what just happened. The bride is on her knees scanning around with he

-- [A Cathedral] The Yakuza himself, Giovanni, and the Yakuza uncles are the only witnesses if the guards surrounding the church are excluded. Presently, Izumi is walking down the aisle with Kaito, and there's a priest waiting at the alter to knot the conjugation. The absence of the groom is nothing, so far his stamp is here. Kaito is the one holding the stamped marriage documents, and he looks just as fulfilled as his daughter as they took each slow step together. Giovanni was blank on his seat, he obviously only wants to get this over with and get out. The uncles all look as blank as him, not like they've ever showed any emotion anyways.

She spat and Enzo punched her with his brass knuckles and she cried out as blood dripped down her broken nose. "Fucking racist" Enzo glared. "I know why she hates me, I will take that you weren't smart enough to scam anyone from country? The Yakuza are ruthless and will smell your bullshit from afar, they aren't ruled by their dick, unlike the men you've met. You are not even attractive" Yumi clicked her tongue. "Agreed," Enzo and I said simultaneously. "We will give you some time to reflect on life and if my wife isn't here in twenty minutes then forget about your worthless life" I declared.

(Sato Akiko, what do you want from me after all these years? - You know I'm Americanized. Now, I'm Akiko Sato. - Forget your weird ways. I don't have time to waste. – the Yakuza answers . - Jeez, always the same. Okay, I'll cut to the chase. I needed you to "lend" me your men in New York. I'm in the big apple. The Yakuza laughs. - Akiko, who do you think you are? You were always very snobbish. You should be more humble, as a good girl have to be.

“I don’t understand, why you still need to have a wedding again. You are just too rich and don’t know to spend your money.” “Aish… you…” Before he could finish, the bridal chorus started to play. Adjusting his suit for the last time, Shawn looked at the door of the church as he took another deep breath. He first saw Seo Hyeon who was dressed in white, holding a basket of flower petals as she showered them around. Behind her was Sunbin, Bella’s bridesmaid. Finally, Bella, the beautiful bride Shawn was waiting, walking slowly down the aisle in her beautiful white gown with his father by her side as she clang onto his arm while gently holding onto the bouquet with her other hand. Their eyes imm

I said looking at everyone “they chose us to break our families, we can’t allow that” “Well, what are we going to do? It’s not like we can all win this” Yang asked. She was the wife of the Japanese mafia’s don. Her and the man grew up with one another, no one’s love, not even Nikolay’s matched her husband’s love for her. The man burned a billion dollars when she was kidnapped, her kidnapper asking for a ransom which he brought only for it to explode the second the man drove off and Yang was safe.

Yamamoto was confident that he was never wrong in assessing and recognising someone, even if he had only met them once and only briefly. His special ability led Yamamoto to become one of the leaders of the Yakuza—the largest mafia organisation in Japan—as well as being a direct descendant of one of the Yakuza's top leaders. Several of his fingers were missing, a sign that he had once made a grave mistake and received a very cruel punishment. The man narrowed his eyes, giving his full attention to a photo that he had deliberately cut out, leaving only the part showing the woman wearing a veil. In appearance, she did indeed resemble someone who would join a radical organisation and attach a su

“What? No words? No greeting? You just sit there like a dumb Barbie doll?” I lowered my eyes to my plate. “Speak, girl!” she demanded, slamming a hand against the table. “Answer me when I address you!” Brayden didn’t even flinch. He cut into his toast. “She doesn’t speak to anyone but me. Those are the rules.” His mother’s face twisted in outrage. “Rules? You’ve turned her into a mute! This…this slave is your wife?” Leonardo chuckled under his breath, leaning forward now, his elbows on the table, his eyes focused on my cleavage. “She doesn’t need to speak, Mamma. She’s pretty enough just to look at.”

Yang Xiao said in a low voice. Miyamoto Ichiro roared with hatred, "B*tch! Congratulations, your idiot has completely aroused my anger. I will not only disgrace your wife in front of you, but also let countless men in Japan rape her a hundred times!" What? Forceful women to do Tang Muxue a hundred times? His anger was boiling! The killing intent was awe-inspiring! In an instant, Yang Xiao's reverse scale was touched, and a cold aura swept through the entire Sakura Sun-style cuisine store.