The Yakuza’s Mute Bride novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

Chapter 64

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Tadashi carried Naomi from the car as though she weighed nothing-one arm beneath her knees, one arm supporting her back, her head resting against his shoulder in peaceful unconsciousness. Her breathing was soft and even, untouched by fear or pain, thanks to the anesthesia still running gently through her system.

The surgery had gone well. The doctors had reassured him repeatedly. But Tadashi Masayoshi trusted no one.

He had ordered the entire medical team to accompany her back to his mansion. He had demanded that the postoperative care be done privately, under his roof, where every hallway was monitored, every guard sworn to loyalty, every corner cleansed of danger.

Public

spaces

unsettled him. Hospitals were unpredictable. Strangers walked too close. Anyone could slip poison, a syringe, a

hand, a weapon-

No.

His mansion was the only place he trusted. And Naomi was the only person he trusted more than himself.

She would heal there. She would sleep there. She would wake beside him there.

Forever, if he had his way.

Yukito and Ota walked beside him with measured steps, both tense despite the calm facade. They had watched the surgery from start to finish, had listened to every explanation, and had memorized every instruction from the medical staff.

They would not fail him. Not with her.

The drive back to the mansion was silent except for Naomi’s soft breaths and Tadashi’s quiet commands to the guards through the secure line.

When the black cars swept into the private gates, the household was already assembled. Word spread through the mansion long before the engines were heard.

Naomi Hunter-future First Lady of the Masayoshi Clan-was returning.

Dozens of carefully trained eyes tracked Tadashi’s every movement as he stepped inside with Naomi in his arms. Not one dared to look too long, nor too directly, for fear of offending the man who had buried entire clans without blinking.

But beneath their discipline, there was something else:

Respect. Admiration. Fear wrapped in reverence.

They had never seen Tadashi treat anyone with such care.

Not once. Not ever.

Yet with her-this foreign woman, this gentle survivor, this small figure sleeping against his heart-Tadashi moved with a patience and tenderness that seemed impossible for a man like him.

He barked orders without raising his voice. “Prepare the medical suite upstairs. No one enters unless I allow it.”

“Yes, Tadashi-sama.”

“Inform Yuka to prepare calming teas for when she awakens.”

“Yes, Tadashi-sama.”

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“Guard this entire Wing. Double security.”

“Yes, Tadashi-sama.”

Every member obeyed instantly.

Because her wellbeing had become the new law of the mansion.

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Tadashi brought her into their bedroom-their room now-and lowered her onto the bed with slow, deliberate care. He brushed a hand through her hair, letting his fingers linger, as though assuring himself she was real, present, alive.

Only when her breathing remained steady did he finally step back.

Yukito and Ota exchanged a glance. Tadashi had not slept since the attack. He had not rested, not eaten properly, not allowed the doctors to finish suturing his reopened wound without glaring threats.

Yet he stood tall, fierce, unwavering.

His exhaustion was invisible beneath the armor of a leader in love.

Meanwhile

In Kyoto, Japan. Deep within the ancient halls of the Masayoshi Estate, the storm clouds of dissatisfaction grew thicker.

Oguri-sama, the oldest surviving council member and once the closest friend of Shun Masayoshi, slammed his cane against the tatami floor with enough force to echo through the chamber.

“A week? He dares request an entire week before returning to face the council?!”

His voice thundered across the quiet room like a blade striking stone.

Several elders shifted uncomfortably, but they did not speak. They had heard whispers. They had seen Ren Masayoshi’s

smirk.

Ren stood quietly in a corner, his posture respectful but his eyes glittering with ambition.

He had been working for months-carefully, delicately-to poison Oguri-sama’s thoughts. To whisper doubts.

To twist truths. To paint Tadashi’s devotion as a fatal weakness.

“Tadashi-sama has abandoned his duties,” Ren murmured, stepping forward with an expression of solemn concern he had practiced to perfection. “He has left our borders exposed. He pursues a woman while our enemies move unchecked. This behavior is not befitting the heir of Masayoshi.”

Oguri-sama’s scowl deepened.

“Shun would never have behaved like this,” the elder growled. “He would never have left the clan for something as trivial as

romance.”

Ren bowed his head, concealing the dark triumph flickering in his eyes.

If the old wolf believed that Tadashi was a disgrace, then Ren’s path to power would finally open. The council would be manipulated into doubting Tadashi’s leadership. And with doubt came cracks. And through cracks came blood.

Ren continued softly, “We cannot allow a foreign woman to distract our leader from his responsibilities. The clan must

come first.”

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Oguri-sama tightened his grip on his cane, knuckles white.

“You speak the truth, Ren.”

Ren hid his smile.

Oguri-sama continued, voice heavy with disappointment and authority,

“If Tadashi does not arrive by the end of this week, we will summon him by force. And if he continues to shame the clan… the council may need to reconsider its leadership.”

Ren bowed deeply, masking the thrill shivering beneath his skin.

“Yes, Oguri-sama.”

Inside his mind, he could already taste victory.

Tadashi’s downfall had begun. And Ren Masayoshi intended to take everything from him.

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