The Yakuza's Mute Bride Novels & Stories

Bracing myself, I walked down the stairs completely, my heels clicking against the tiles as the voices died down. One quick glance around the living room showed me that Luca was sitting on the couch cross-legged with a dull look on his face while another man sat opposite him with a black suit and dark glasses. The man's eyes roved over me briefly before he removed his glasses to reveal dashing hazel eyes. “You must be Mrs Ferraro,” The man said with a thick Italian accent as he stood up and bowed to me. I walked over to him with a raised chin and smiled slightly. “Yes, and you are?”

“It really does look like a bridal decoration.” Suddenly, three words crawl through my mind; “The Dancing Bride.” Why would the Ayutthaya mansion have an arched entryway in their dungeon? And an entryway fit for a bride? Who is this bride? Is she Bhyron’s dancing bride? Why are they so obsessed with a faceless bride? My brain is still conjuring scenarios when a strange sound suddenly pierces the air. I freeze. We both freeze. Zuri whispers something but I can barely hear her above the sound of my raging heartbeat;

She forced a smile and enter the door. "Code R. A. Are you listening?" The man was brought back to his senses; he stared at the bride for too long and not noticing that the bride was already inside. He put on his bonnet after changing his clothes. He cocked his gun. "Let's move," he ordered. Men with bonnets started to move like a sneaking ninjas. They are going to kidnap the bride. ~~ The bride is slowly walking down the aisle together with his father who definitely she took upon her beauty. She looked at crowd wearing their smile and teary eyes; shouting for congratulations as she, as a Scott is now turning into Armenez.

“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.”

She started as we climbed down the stairs, and I figured she was showing me the house. Another thing he must have ordered them to do. But something was different as we walked. Eyes were on us, hushed whispers like the one back at Serene’s pack. They were looking at me, their eyes so judgy and so hard. The Alpha’s bride… She can’t speak? A mute Luna? How could a so-called princess be like that? I kept my head down, shame curling in my gut like smoke. The maid stopped in what I assumed to be the dining room, the table assorted with various fruits and breakfast.

"Oh, wait, maybe my youngest brother Salvatore wouldn't mind." After a brief silence, a nastier grin crept across his face. "He nearly ended up paralyzed from an ambush by a rival family. He's been sickly ever since. "I heard he can't even function as a man anymore. No woman's willing to marry him. A woman nobody wants and a cripple nobody dares to touch. The two of you make a perfect match."

I squeezed through with a few gentle nudges and stopped in my tracks at the sight in front of me. There was Muzan. On one knee. Holding out a ring. Raquelle’s hands were over her mouth, tears welling in her eyes. The crowd was still, like the whole forest had paused to breathe with them. “I know you could break me in half if you wanted to,” Muzan said, voice shaking with emotion, “but I would still choose you as my mate in every life. Will you marry me, Raquelle?” A sharp gasp burst from the pack.

“He won't, you're too good.” He's right, I am. But this is Enzo Valenti, he is too thorough, too smart, strategic, and altogether murderous. Hey, I guess we have that last one in common. “What happens to the original bride?” “She will not bring bastard children into this world. The Yakuza demon used her to get to Valenti and now she's damaged goods, he doesn't want her.” Ouch. That must hurt, Sofia is too soft for that and I just might have to pay that man a visit.

a woman shouted from the stairs. I sat on a couch in the big room. I could see my men dragging the woman and her two children. They tied their hands but left their feet and mouths free. “Who are you!? What do you want from us!” Maria Fernandez, Joaquin's wife, screamed. “Do you know who my husband is!? You'll all die at his hands if you don't let us go!” “He's Sinclair Wyndham, Mom,” Diego Fernandez, Joaquin's eldest son, said. “He and his people made it through security. That means they're not afraid of Papa.”

If he had, I probably wouldn’t be standing here. Fukui exhaled heavily, gripping her shoulders as he pulled away. "You know Beatrice, mother. Beatrice Carbone Morunaga." He said my name like a reminder, like he was trying to make Suniza acknowledge that, whether she liked it or not, I was Ryuu’s wife. "Ah, yes," Suniza practically sang, her voice dripping with disdain as she stepped aside, allowing me into the suite with a barely disguised look of disgust.