The Yakuza’s Mute Bride novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Chapter 55

The moment Tadashi agreed to let the doctor treat him, the mansion shifted into controlled chaos.

Men rushed in and out with boxes of medical instruments, sterilization lamps, and portable monitors. A small team in white. coats followed behind them, their expressions sharp and focused, already preparing the room across from mine.

It amazed me

genuinely amazed me – how seamlessly these procedures appeared in his home. Everything the doctors needed was here, already stocked, ready, organized with military precision.

“You have all this inside his mansion?” I asked Yukito softly as we waited outside the room.

He nodded with a resigned sigh.

“It is necessary for us. There are certain… situations that cannot be handled in hospitals. Too many questions. Too much paperwork. Too much risk.”

Ota stood behind him with his arms folded, silent but watchful. I noticed how often his gaze drifted toward me lately – not with suspicion, not with curiosity exactly, but with a kind of unspoken assessment. As if he was trying to understand the girl who held the heart of the man he had followed since childhood.

Perhaps he wondered why Tadashi allowed me this close, wondering what power I possessed or why Tadashi let me control him with a single sentence.

But I did not have the energy to ask.

I stayed seated outside Tadashi’s temporary operating room, listening as they examined him fully, because he could not reject me anymore. I had insisted- calmly, firmly – and he surrendered instantly, as though every wall he built could crumble with my whisper.

Yukito noticed.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“I cannot believe he is allowing this,” Yukito muttered under his breath. “Do you know how many years I tried to force him into medical care? How many times he escaped through windows or threatened to fire the entire hospital floor?”

I laughed quietly as he laughed too.

It was a warm moment rare in a house filled with shadows.

But then the door opened, and a guard leaned close to whisper into Yukito’s ear. His expression stiffened immediately.

Ota reacted faster, stepping forward. “What is it?”

“There is a police officer here,” the guard murmured. “He says he needs to speak with someone regarding the incident.”

Before Yukito could respond, I spoke – my voice raspy, imperfect, but firm. “Detective Alridge?”

Yukito turned to me in surprise. I nodded softly.

“I heard him… his voice. Is he here?”

Yukito hesitated. “Yes, I believe so. But why are you asking? The police will only question you about… unpleasant things. Tadashi-sama would never allow it.”

My fingers curled tightly on the armrest of my wheelchair, and I shook my head.

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“He is misunderstanding something.” I said gently “Detective Alridge thinks I am a victim. He thinks Tadashi Sty throat nghened “He thinks Tadashi kidnapped me.”

Oca snorted rolling his eyes so hard it looked painful ‘Of course he does. That man has been hovering around the hospital like some lovesick adolescent. He believes Tadashi-sama forced you into his world. He believes he must be your hero”

I blinked startled “No. That is not. he does not like me..”

Ora raised a brow. “Are you certain? Because every time he speaks to you, he tries to look deeper into your eyes than any doctor ever would”

Heat rushed to my cheeks in embarrassment.

Yukito sighed. “It is not about admiration. It is the narrative he has written in his mind. A foreign girl. A Yakuza leader. An attack. An injury. He believes you are being manipulated or trapped. He believes you need saving.”

I swallowed, my heart tightening.

“Then… I must show him that I do not.”

Ota stared at me for several long seconds, studying me with a gaze far more intense than before. Finally, he nodded as though understanding something deeply.

“You want to prove something.” he said. “Not to him. But to yourself also.”

I looked down

Maybe he was right.

Yukito moved forward and placed his hands gently on the handles of my wheelchair.

“Very well” he said. “Let us go before Tadashi-sama regains consciousness from anesthesia and realizes you have disappeared”

I blinked. “He would be upset?”

–

Ota and Yukito exchanged a look — the kind men share when remembering traumatic events involving Tadashi’s temper.

“Upset?” Ota repeated. “He might burn the house down.”

I laughed nervously. I was not entirely sure they were joking.

–

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We moved down the hall, the wheels of my chair gliding quietly across the polished floor. The mansion was enormous – larger than I realized with long corridors lined with antique paintings, soft glowing lamps, and windows overlooking a moonlit garden.

Even with the chaos of earlier, this place felt like a fortress. A sanctuary. A world he built to keep me safe.

For a moment, I wondered if I deserved it.

We approached the living room or what I once would have called a living room, because truly it looked more like an elegant reception hall from a royal estate. High ceilings, tall windows with velvet curtains, a grand piano in the corner, and a fire crackling beneath a marble mantle.

And standing near the sofa, slightly nervous and clearly out of place in this luxurious space, was Detective Alridge.

He looked up as we entered, his expression a mixture of relief, frustration, and disbelief.

“Miss Hunter…” he breathed.

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I smiled softly, trying to show him everything at once that I was safe, that I was free, that I had chosen this life, that Tadashi was not my captor but my heartbeat.

I opened my mouth.

But Yukito leaned down and whispered in my ear, barely audible: “We will stay with you. You can speak honestly, Naomi-

san.”

I nodded, gathering my courage.

—

Whatever Detective Alridge believed before whatever story he imagined I would rewrite it now.

Because I was not a victim. I was not trapped.

–

I was Tadashi’s and he was mine.

And the world needed to understand that.

The living room had barely settled into silence after Detective Alridge left. My heartbeat was still steadying itself, and Yukito had just begun to roll my chair back toward the hallway when-

High heels struck the marble floor with sharp, deliberate clicks.

Not hurried. Not hesitant.

But confident… So confident it cut through the entire mansion like a blade.

I felt Ota’s posture stiffen instantly beside me. Yukito froze, his hand tightening around the wheelchair handle. Both men turned toward the entrance, their eyes wide with something dangerously close to disbelief.

“Why did no one tell me,” a cool feminine voice announced, “that Tadashi was injured?”

The figure appeared in the doorway as though stepping onto the stage of a theatre she owned.

–

A woman tall, striking, impossibly elegant – gliding across the polished floor with the poise of someone who had never once been told to wait for permission.

Her hair was a shining curtain of pale gold, styled perfectly despite the wind outside. Her heels were crimson, thin and towering, the kind of shoes worn by women whose footsteps never falter. Her dress clung to her figure like silk poured over a blade.

Her presence shifted the air. It was sharp, cold and predatory.

She paused only long enough to let her gaze sweep over the room before it landed on me.

–

She smiled a slow, amused, cutting smile that seemed to judge everything about me in a single glance.

“Well,” she murmured, stepping closer, “so this is the woman.”

–

Yukito moved instantly stepping between us in a protective stance so sudden it made the air crack. His body shielded half of my view, but he did not block my ability to see her expression.

“This,” the woman said, ignoring Yukito entirely, “is the girl stirring chaos inside the Masayoshi clan.”

Her eyes gleamed with something poisonous. Curiosity. Cruelty. Or worse entitlement.

“The woman who makes Tadashi lose his mind.” She tilted her head. “Naomi Hunter.”

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My name in her mouth felt like an insult.

Ota stepped forward, jaw tightening. “Miss Kuznetsova,” he said in a cool, formal tone that vibrated with barely contained irritation, “what gives you the right to enter uninvited?”

Kuznetsova…

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The name struck something faintly familiar in my memory – a whisper from Yukito’s late-night phone calls, a surname mentioned only in warnings, someone from another powerful European group. Someone whose presence was not friendly, not neutral.

But never in my wildest fear did I imagine she would walk into Tadashi’s home as though she belonged here.

She stared at me over Yukito’s shoulder, unbothered by the barriers between us, her smirk never fading. “I came,” she said, as though stating a simple fact, “because the Masayoshi heir is injured. And no one thought to inform me.”

Ota’s nostrils flared. “Because it is none of your business.”

Her eyes shifted toward him sharply. “Everything about Tadashi is my business.”

A silence fell so deep I heard my own heartbeat.

I did not understand who she was. I did not understand her connection to Tadashi. But I understood one thing with chilling clarity – This woman believed she had a claim over him.

Yukito subtly shifted his stance, positioning himself more firmly in front of me, his posture protective in a way I had never seen before.

“Miss Kuznetsova,” he said slowly, “you are treading very thin ice. Tadashi-sama would not appreciate-”

“Oh, Yukito,” she sighed in mock disappointment, “you protect him so fiercely. Tell me, has he become so fragile that he needs guarding from a woman?”

Ota’s hands curled into fists.

Her gaze returned to me. “And you…” she drawled. “You sit there looking so delicate. I suppose that is the entire appeal, is it

not?”

My chest tightened, but I lifted my chin slightly. I would not shrink under her stare and I watch how her smirk widened at my reaction.

“Pretty. Silent. Helpless.” She leaned forward just a fraction. “A perfect little weakness.”

Yukito stepped fully in front of me now, his voice sharper. “That is enough.”

Her eyes glinted. “So defensive. It seems the rumors were true after all.”

“What rumors?” Ota asked harshly.

“That Tadashi has finally been tamed,” she said with a laugh like crystal cracking. “By a foreign girl who does not even share

his world.”

My breath caught in my throat.

Yukito’s voice became icy. “Get out.”

“Not until I see him,” she said simply. “And no one here has the authority to stop me.”

Her arrogance was staggering.

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Her confidence came from lineage, from alliances, from knowing she belonged to a family whose power stretched across borders and oceans. She was not a threat by herself she was the spearhead of a much larger force.

And she believed Tadashi was within her reach.

She believed she had a place beside him.

My fingers tightened around the edge of my blanket.

–

Who was she? Why had I never heard her name? And what was her history with Tadashi?

The questions twisted inside me, painful and unwelcome.

Because deep inside, under the fog of medication and weakness, under the bruises and fear, something else stirred – Jealousy. Fear. Possessiveness I had never felt before.

But before any of us could respond -Steps thundered down the hallway. Fast. Heavy. Familiar.

We all turned at once when Tadashi appeared in the doorway. Barely stitched, still bandaged, eyes burning like a storm barely held inside a human shell.

His gaze landed immediately-not on Ota, not on Yukito, especially not on Kuznetsova, but on me.

And the room shifted. Every threat, every judgment and every unanswered question. They all fell silent under the weight of his arrival.

Kuznetsova’s lips parted – but for the first time since she entered, her confidence faltered.

Because Tadashi Masayoshi did not walk toward her nor did he acknowledge her. No, he walked straight to me with the look in his eyes leaving no room for doubt, no space for misunderstanding, no doorway for another woman to step through.

Whatever Kuznetsova believed, whatever claim she imagined she had – Her illusion shattered the moment Tadashi knelt beside me. “Why are you here, love?”

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