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Bride of the black Rose

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A Dark Yakuza Romance One mistake. One name on the wrong delivery list. And Anika Sato is forced to marry the most dangerous man in Tokyo — Rai Kurosawa, the Black Rose of the Yakuza. He says it’s temporary. He says she’s just a cover. He says she’s disposable. But in a world of guns, secrets, and silent vows, falling in love might be the most dangerous move of all.
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Chapter 1 - The Girl at the Wrong Place

Tokyo, Japan – 11:17 PM – Shinjuku District

The night air was damp with early spring drizzle, the kind that kissed your skin like a forgotten memory. Streetlights blurred behind the mist as Anika Sato stepped off the train and clutched a bouquet of white lilies wrapped in soft rice paper.

She was twenty, small and quiet, with cherry-blossom eyes and hair that danced just below her shoulder blades. A girl made of gentle things—raised in Kyoto, transplanted to Tokyo, and burdened far too young. The bouquet was the last delivery of the day from her part-time job at Hanami Florals, but the address was strange—a private penthouse in a luxury hotel near Kabukichō.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket.

"Just drop it off at the front desk," her boss had texted.

"But if they insist on you bringing it up, be polite. It's a VIP."

VIP.

Anika had lived in Tokyo long enough to know what that meant. Not a celebrity. Not a politician. Someone with power that didn't exist in newspapers. Still, she needed the extra shift pay. Her younger brother's tuition didn't care if she felt nervous.

She arrived at the building and blinked under the glare of golden lights. A man in a black suit waited inside the lobby, earpiece in his left ear. His eyes met hers, scanned her form, then without a word gestured toward the elevator.

"Room 61. Top floor. Don't touch anything."

Anika's stomach turned. She swallowed hard and stepped in.

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Ding.

The doors opened into silence.

Thick, expensive silence. The hallway was carpeted in black and gold, a scent of incense and gunpowder laced the air. She walked slowly, heels clicking gently, and knocked on the door with trembling knuckles.

No answer.

She tried again.

Then, her fingers brushed the handle. Unlocked.

"Hello? Flower delivery for… Mr. Kurosawa?"

She pushed the door open.

And stepped into hell.

A man—bound to a chair—was gasping for breath, blood pouring from his mouth. A second later, his neck snapped sideways with a brutal crunch, and his body slumped like paper. The sound of boots echoed across the room.

She froze. The bouquet slipped from her hand.

There were three men in suits, one wiping a bloodied knife. But only one stood still.

He turned around slowly, like a shadow coming alive.

Jet-black hair tied loosely at the nape, sharp cheekbones, obsidian eyes that reflected nothing but death. He wore a black suit, his shirt unbuttoned slightly to reveal part of a tattoo creeping along his collarbone—a black rose, inked in petals and thorns.

"Who are you?" he asked, voice low. Dangerous.

Anika couldn't move.

He took a step forward. The other men stood back.

"A witness?" one of them asked, raising a gun.

"No," the man replied.

"She's a mistake."

The gun clicked.

"Wait—please—I didn't see anything—I was just delivering flowers!" she cried, her voice shaking. "I didn't mean to— I didn't know—"

The man stared at her. Not cruelly. Not kindly.

Like he was deciding whether she was worth killing.

Then slowly, he walked toward her.

She backed away, heartbeat slamming in her ears.

"I swear—I won't tell anyone—please—"

But he stopped a breath away, lifted her chin with a single gloved hand.

"You saw blood," he whispered. "Now I can't let you walk away."

Tears welled in her eyes. "Please..."

His gaze flickered—not with pity, but calculation.

Then he said the words that would change her life forever:

"You have two choices, girl from Kyoto.

Die here.

Or become my wife."

Her breath caught.

What?

He straightened his back.

"You're innocent. Clean. Perfect for the role.

I need a bride for an upcoming alliance.

Now you belong to the Black Rose."