Hidden Love of the Yakuza Billionaire

In the study of the sprawling mansion, Jo’s father, the formidable yakuza Man-Su, slid a photograph across the polished mahogany desk. Jo’s eyes narrowed as he studied the image of the woman captured within its frame, her features obscured by a veil of mystery, soft and beautiful.

“Jo-Pok, this is the photo of the woman you will marry and bring in my first heir,” Man-Su declared, his voice laced with authority.

“Father…” Jo sighed, lifting the photo. He took his seat, gave a grin as he nudged the gun from his belt holster, and placed it on the table. He gave his father another approving look with a grin.

Jo’s jaw tightened as he resisted the urge to protest. He knew better than to defy his father’s wishes, especially when it came to matters of the family’s business. But the thought of being bound to a woman he had never met filled him with a sense of unease and a burning desire.

The old man took a long look at his son, his eyes squinting, waiting for his son to reply. Sitting there like the kingpin he was, he took in the environment, patiently waiting as he saw his son observe the photo.

“Father, she is a gem… she looks so beautiful. The question I want to know, Father, is why do I have to marry her?” Jo inquired, his voice betraying none of the turmoil swirling within him.

“Jo, I am getting old. It is time for me to retire from the Yakuza ring and have a son produce an heir to carry on our legacy.” Taking a sip of his whiskey, he coughed to clear his throat.

Jo-Pok was a handsome man indeed, full of tattoos, short black hair that was always styled to one side, his hands always showing veins, and his body a tease to the ladies with his six-pack. He had gone to the gym minimally to work out; the only way he got this way was through fights when they went out to claim what was theirs or to silence any threat. What did he need a wife for? He had many women on the sideline waiting for him. Why this woman?

In his mind, Jo was talking to himself until his father interrupted with a cough to get his attention.

“Son, take this woman as a gift from me. She is pure, and her parents owe me a debt that they can only pay with a life.” Taking another sip of his whiskey, Man-Su chuckled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass before taking a sip. “Ah, my son, she worthy of the yakuza’s finest leader!”

Jo’s lips curled into a smirk as he leaned back in his chair, the faint scent of danger surrounding him. “She’s exquisite, father. A challenge worth pursuing. I intend to make her mine, wed her, and bed her to bring you an heir and make me a Father,” he declared, his voice dripping with determination.

Man-Su’s laughter filled the room, a deep rumble that spoke of years of power and authority. “That’s my boy,” he exclaimed, a proud gleam in his eyes. “But remember, Jo, in our world, nothing comes without a price.”

Jo’s smirk widened into a grin as he raised his glass in a silent toast. “I’m well aware, father. And I’m willing to pay whatever price necessary to claim what’s rightfully mine.”

As they clinked their glasses together, a sense of camaraderie filled the room, the bond between father and son stronger than ever. But beneath the laughter and the shared drinks, secrets lurked in the shadows, secrets that would shape their family’s destiny for years to come.

And as Jo stared into his father’s eyes, a silent understanding passed between them, a pact forged in the fires of their shared ambition and the unyielding force of their will. Together, they would conquer all obstacles in their path, and no one, not even the most beautiful woman, would dare to stand in their way. They would make her stand with them.

***

Chloe’s eyes fluttered open as the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. With a languid stretch, she peeled herself from the warmth of her bed, feeling the soft sheets cling to her skin. Her gaze landed on Minu, her sleek black cat, curled up at the foot of the bed, eyes half-lidded in sleepy contentment.

(Minu was the cat she rescued at work; she had to force her into her jacket before her boss could kick the kitten out)

“Good morning, Minu,” Chloe purred, reaching out to stroke the cat’s fur gently. Minu purred in response, arching her back in pleasure.

As Chloe rose from bed, her thoughts drifted to the day ahead. She had to prepare for another day at work.

But first, there was work to be done. With a sigh, Chloe padded over to her closet, the plush carpet soft beneath her bare feet. She deliberated over her outfit, wanting something that would command attention without being too revealing. Finally settling on a form-fitting dress that accentuated her curves, she slipped it on with practiced ease.

As she applied a touch of makeup and ran a brush through her hair, her phone buzzed with a message from Kai.

“Chloe, Chloe, Chloe! Last night was the best night. I think I fell in love. I met a nice guy, and he invited me out to a club tonight. Please say you will come with me. I will be forever in your life, ha-ha. I will even cock block all men that come near to you. Let's go meet him. He might be the one.”

Chloe was still reading the message when another vibration came through: “He said it is his friend’s club. We will be VIPs. I told him I was bringing my bestie with me. PS, I love you.”

Chloe couldn’t help but smile at Kai’s enthusiasm. Despite the early hours, her friend was already thinking about the night ahead. With a chuckle, Chloe replied, “Count me in! I’ll meet you at your place after work.”

With a final glance in the mirror, Chloe grabbed her purse and headed out the door, Minu trailing behind her with a lazy stretch. The day was just beginning, but already Chloe could feel the anticipation building in her chest.