𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕣 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕖𝕕

sayuri.

I don't understand why my parents urgently have me return to Japan, nor do I have the slightest idea that on several occasions they mentioned marriage to me. I am not interested in marriage.i love living my single life my eventually my mom is a very powerful Yakuza living under the shadow.

“sayuri!!” Your mom called you.

as she goes downstairs you loved the smell of the breakfast morning you are the only grandaughter of Hikaru kuroha an ex Yakuza boss now his son now he is the boss of the yakuza called kabukimono of that person he most wanted yakuza and the dangerous since 70s.

“Good morning mom.”

“Good mornign sleepy head.”

"Good morning mom."

After having such nice breakfast along with your parents Reina desicided quick towards the mall along with her bodyguards you are the only daughter of an very notorious Yakuza and the most wanted in all Japan. "my love our daughter is on shopping why you and I enjoy ourselves togheter." yuki he loved his wife with all his soul after both made love before enjoyed her jacussi time as she stared naked the mirror sarray looked her those scars that she has between her legs and arms. before she married yuki and having sayuri sarray lived a very terrible past her life was totally hell,but after meeting her husband her life changed completely leaving that painful past behind furthermore Yuki and sarray they wanted sayuri to be married despite she been hearbreaked by her ex boyfriend.

10 pm Yokohama bay.

"thank you so much."

"my pleasure Mikey don't forget boten its not alone."

"sir.kuroha may spoke to you."

"sure."

yuki has an private conversation with one of the executives, once you were depressed while eating ice cream by yourself sayuri still haven't gotten over her ex boyfriend. "I loved you what the fuck I just did wrong." you sobbed while eating ice cream then you remered that painful day with your ex boyfriend. you tried your best to earase that betrayal memorie from your ex boyfriend.

Abandonaded warehouse.

"please please lets go." there's tree strangers sees to being crying for mercy sir.kuroha along with the escort they patiently waiting for sarray and Yuki those mens they were completely naked with their hands chained while stood ups. "sorry dad if were ran late." as she remove her sunglass she looked those men with such immesne hatred gazed on her eyes. "Do you remered me motherfuckers." yuki took out his sharped knife "those are the fuckers." said Yuki then she replied to him as yes he ordered of the escort as they held their heads and forcedly took out their tongue, he began to cut out their tongues savagely sarray enjoyed to see them suffered after their tongue being cutted off.

"its an shame you did remembered me." as one of the escort handle her an shears decided to start with the man in the middle that man screamed of grusome pain after his penis got cut off.

she grabbed the severed penises and put them in their mouths "there's no need." she said preferring abandoned the dead bodies there to get rotten,at the same time she felt satisfied with her revenge against those strange three men. yuki burned her clothes were stained with blood while sarray showering as she furiously crying seemed she vented her pain, another an normal sunshine morning had arrived "good morning my love." said Yuki both cuddle laughed each other they loved each other immensely despite her painful past.

sayuri arrived at the mansion after long night on that private party "well well well where the hell were you." you mom scolded you after arring super late its almost 5 am and you were in state of drunkenness "mom!!!." she takes her towards her room sayuri were heavily drunken "rest and then complain about vomiting." once again she scold her daughter sayuri loves to travel around the world going to parties even love sleep that's her favorite hobbie when were she was a child her grandfather and her dad spoiled her but not much as her godfather does.

“my fucking head hurts.”

“thats happen when youre get too drunk.”

Sayuri sighed, her father's words echoing in her mind as she sat on the couch with her head in her hands. The remnants of last night's party were scattered around her — an empty bottle of wine, crumpled party hats, and an unfinished slice of cake. She had always been the life of the party, but this time, the hangover felt heavier, not just physically but emotionally.

"Maybe I shouldn't have let loose like that," she muttered to herself, recalling the wild laughter and carefree dancing that had quickly turned into a blur of regret. She had spent the past few years embracing her independence, thriving in her single life, and vowing never to fall for the pitfalls of romance again. Love, she believed, was nothing more than an illusion, a fairytale that led to heartbreak.

Her father entered the room, shaking his head with a mixture of concern and exasperation. "You know I worry about you, Sayuri. It's not just about the drinking. It’s about how you push everyone away. You used to believe in love."

"I used to be naive," she shot back, her voice sharper than she intended. "I’ve seen what love does to people. It complicates everything."

"But it can also bring joy," he replied gently. "You can’t let one bad experience define your life. Not everyone is like... him."

Sayuri flinched at the mention of her ex. He had been the one who shattered her belief in love, leaving her heart in pieces. "I know that," she said, her voice softening. "But it’s safer this way. I like being alone. I don’t have to worry about anyone else’s feelings or getting hurt again."

Her father sat down beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Being alone is fine, but don’t shut yourself off completely. You might miss out on something beautiful."

She looked up at him, sadness creeping into her eyes. "I just don’t want to feel that pain again. It’s easier to just… not care."

"But what if caring is what makes life worth living? You can choose to love again when you’re ready. It doesn’t have to be the same as before."Sayuri pondered his words, the flicker of hope battling against her walls of cynicism. Maybe her father was right. Deep down, she missed the connection, the warmth of companionship, even if she was too afraid to admit it.

As she leaned back against the couch, she realized that perhaps love wasn’t entirely a lost cause. Maybe, just maybe, it was worth the risk. But for now, she needed to heal — to learn to love herself before she could open her heart to someone else again.