Yakuza Fiance Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

ISAAC's brow furrows as ISAAC's gaze drops to chapter eleven entitled 'Revenge and Retaliation. "Uh, KYOLINE DIEGO, chapter eleven states here that this is a list of don'ts." She rolls her shoulders. "The book wouldn't have mentioned revenge and retaliation if it really didn't want you to go down that road." Then a glint lights up her green eyes, making them sparkle even more than their normal brightness. "Wot?" ISAAC inquires, as if he needs to be told what she's thinking. She shakes her inky locks over the shoulder. "I bought cans of tuna, and I sewed bits of fish into the hem of every TENZ JER'SEY's pants before I returned the spare key to his flat."

My grandfather gave me a pointed look that screamed, mind your manners. “These are my sons: Fukui, Nitta, and Ryuu,” Gojou continued, gesturing lazily toward each. I barely registered the first two because my eyes went straight to the eldest. Ryuu sat rigid, his sharp features shadowed by sunglasses, his expression unreadable but clearly unamused. “We thought it's best for you and Ryuu to meet sooner rather than later,” Gojou added. “Naturally, a fiancé would want to be near such a lovely bride.”

What to do? “Look, Mr…” I turned to Hoseok with an askance gaze, “What is his name again, please?” “Mr Ignatius.” “Yeah, that. I am not Kitty. I am Catherine and Hoseok is my fiance. Please, let's not cause any misunderstanding.” Hoseok's mouth dropped. He was utterly shocked. Seeing this, Huracio chuckled, and shook his head. What a useless man! I glared at Hoseok inwardly. “I am going back inside.” I snapped and dashed off, leaving the two men to sort themselves out.

Amelia felt as if she was in a trance. It was her 25th birthday. She was just waiting for Jasper Gu to spend a beautiful day full of love. How could this be? Last night, Jasper Gu had promised to propose to her on her birthday. How is it possible that now he was getting married to Yolanda Mo? Amelia held the wedding invitation card as her eyes became blurred and her heart throbbed painfully. Suddenly, Amelia straightened her spine and took a deep breath. She needed an explanation for this. There must be some mistake somewhere! This could not be true!

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"He will be yours! That's the decision from your Capo" He sprinted out. Chiara looked at his retreating figure and sighed. She went back to her bed and sat like a queen. She smirked "Brother! brother! Capo? My foot"her hand went to the drawer and took out a cigarette and puffed its smoke. " You don't know what the real game is?"she puffed again. "My dear, just wait and watch, you will be mine forever! I sealed your destiny with me happy or sad, love or hate whatever ….you slapped me!" she rubbed her cheek and hissed feeling the pain

My life was too tough and exhausting, so I couldn't afford to harbor any illusions beyond pure survival. The turning point came when a rival famiglia kidnapped me to leverage against him. He chose me without a single moment of hesitation. He was shot in the shoulder during our escape. Despite dripping with cold sweat from the pain, he gently wiped my tears away and solemnly asked, "Can this count as our first official date?" I nodded through tears, and he took the photograph on his phone. There were also photos of our chapel wedding, of us buying cranberry cake together, and the sea of roses he once gifted me…

It was exactly the kind of place Edmund hated. "Alessia, are you sure you should be here?" Chloe asked, worried. "If Edmund finds out—" "He won't be my fiancé for much longer," I said, leaning back on the leather sofa and sipping a Bloody Mary. "Relax, I've got this." A young, handsome bartender came over to mix us new drinks. His movements were smooth, his features as perfect as a Greek statue. High on my newfound freedom, I reached out and gently stroked his chin.

But not enough. “From what?” she challenges. “Rich men in suits?” Christ. I let out a slow breath, trying to hold onto the last thread of control I have left. “You danced with Kenji Takahashi,” I say finally. She blinks. The name still means nothing to her. Of course it doesn’t. “He’s the head of one of the most powerful Yakuza factions in the world,” I continue. “He doesn’t attend events like this for entertainment. He doesn’t approach women out of curiosity.”