All Chapters of The Chosen Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I knew something was bothering my wife a lot. I didn't know what or why, but I could relate it to whatever her aunt Katsumi had told her in private. It was as if it had destabilized her, as if it had put her in a situation that left her shattered, so my plan to cheer her up with ice cream didn't work. She wasn't even paying attention to the fact that I had bought her pistachio ice cream as a little joke because she didn't like it.It was as if she had entered some kind of automatic mode that I didn't know how the hell to understand. I just supported her lovingly, telling her that I was there for her, with all the good vibes in the world, and then I took her home so she could rest. The best thing was for her to sleep so she could give her brain a break from the relentless thinking, whatever it was she was thinking about, over and over again.When we got home, she kissed me and decided to take a bath using the splendid whirlpool bathtub in the bathroom, so I left her alone to make herse

I didn't expect spending the day with my aunt to turn out to be fun, after all, and at the same time clarifying. She had the patience to tell me stories about my father, about the dreams he had before becoming who he is today, dreams that went beyond being the simple Oyabun of the Yakuza, but those that were based on helping others in multiple ways, creating job opportunities, and making the town where he grew up a comfortable and safe place for the residents.It sounded so good, so beautiful that it was strange to take in. So much so that a part of my brain couldn't fully process that genuinely impactful detail. It was as if it didn't quite compute with the image I had of my father, Hiroshi Yagami, in my head: an unscrupulous boss, a respected mobster, a smart man capable of making the best moves, and a cunning one who could win over everyone while ordering impressive heists that brought him the best profits of all.That was what I knew, what I was aware of, what I had learned... Why

I didn't expect that seeing my wife walk down the aisle marked in the sand, illuminated by luminous torches, would touch my heart so deeply. It took a lot for me to spit out my vision to Hani, as well as consult her on the appropriate rituals to carry out what I wanted to develop. That's how we ended up here, with my wife shedding tears of happiness in front of strangers who were about to witness a promise ceremony in which I would give her my soul, in which I would give her a part of me in private, with no witnesses other than those who believed in the cycle of love, of lovers, and the incredible magic that romance represented.A romance I didn't believe in, one I ended up immersed in to my core.The funny thing about Hawaii was that, due to its proximity to Asia, it incorporated multiple cultures from the region, including Chinese, Japanese, and Filipino cultures. Over time, it adopted many of the traditions of these countries. And whether I liked to admit it or not, this was someth

The surprise my husband gave me was everything I had hoped for and more. It was like being inside a fairy tale, like flying with the best view of all. And when I woke up, all I could do was see the world through the lens of love, so I enjoyed the beach, the endless blue of the Pacific, the pleasant warmth of a Hawaiian day.I put on a pareo and a swimsuit to take a shower, so I enjoyed the sea as much as I could, the freedom of being alone, how sweet it was to know that I had the freedom to do that. It was extremely paradoxical, not to say ironic, that after marrying a mafioso, I could do what I was doing.I smiled, happy with life, with the opportunity, and when I came out ready for breakfast, Hani had a tray ready for me with a typical breakfast full of fruits that I devoured without hesitation."The day has dawned fantastic, and you're in an incredible mood," he mentioned, and I couldn't help but remember the wonderful day I had."I'm happy because I got something I thought was imp

I hated it when flights were extremely long, and I had to stay awake, not to mention alert and fully attentive when I reached my destination, my domains, and territory. I hadn't slept much, and the worst part of it all was that despite the overwhelming fatigue that was consuming me entirely, I needed to know why my best friend had called with such urgency. Urgency enough for me to check the last message he sent me by email, and it said:"In love, I need you to contact me immediately when you arrive here, without detours, without going to the damn bed as I think you'll do, and even less engaging in any insubstantial conversation with your beloved sister or Emilia. Directly with me.I know you'll thank me for it!"The tone of urgency and mockery was a kind of daily bread, a mixture that wasn't common in him, and it got me thinking a lot about the matter, especially because the only times someone had been insistent to the point that my best friend Massimo had, it was to warn me that I ha