Yakuza's love - JJK [COMPLETED] ✅

Chapter 1

A powerful wind gust brushed my face. The morning was sunny and bright. Over the sky, white, fluffy clouds floated. The chirping birds were taking pleasure in the refreshing breeze. Droplets of dew were emanating from the plant's leaves. Morning routine. The moment my room door flew open to reveal my adorable 9-year-old brother wiping his eyes with one hand, I ran to my balcony. Hey, why are you up so early? 

There is still time for class. I asked as I got close to him. He replied, "Dad wants to see you. Right away." I tensed up. Why? Had he discovered that I was the one who had left the house and entered the park without his consent? My sister Selena's comment, "He didn't know you went Y/N; dress up; he doesn't like waiting," was about the fact that the man was unaware of the situation. "Brado, go shower. C'mon. Please move quickly." I was left alone and curious after she said that to me and shut the door.

I went to the bathroom to get dressed and came out with a simple pair of black jeggings and a cozy full-sleeved Chanel top. Unless we get married, we can't wear anything that exposes too much skin. I was glad to find everyone downstairs when I arrived because if Dad had arrived earlier, I would have likely been marked as being late. Everyone in the mafia is required to be a man of principles, including my father. But isn't it excessive? 

Except for my grandparents, everyone rose to show respect when my dad entered the room. My mother follows my father into the dining room, carrying his coat as he settles his hair. Dad said, "Sit down, my children," and he took a seat at the head of the table. My mother was by his side, my older sister Stella was across from her, and my twin and I were next to her. My brothers (twins), Brado and Marcudo, were across from us. Grandma was sitting next to them, and my grandfather was sitting at the end. As this was a discipline rule my dad gave, or perhaps my grandfather gave; whatever, my grandfather and I sat opposite one another and dug in without saying anything.

"Melissa, when does school start for you?" As he finished his coffee, Dad asked me. Since our faces are visible, we are all homeschooled. We don't leave the mansion very often because it's forbidden, but I occasionally sneak into the park nearby, sometimes with my twin because she once caught me. "Dad, only 15 minutes remain. " I did so formally. "Hmm. Come to my office once you're finished. I need to speak with you." My dad claims that I choked on my water because I was so terrified of what he was going to say. 

I didn't do anything wrong besides possibly sneaking out, but even that was not a mistake. I finish my homework, study effectively, enjoy exercise, and pick up new languages. And what else? My train of thought was broken when my mother called and said, "Darling, your father has a question waiting for you." I became aware that everyone was looking at me, except my siblings, and that they were all experiencing regret, sadness, or guilt.

"Sure, Dad," I replied with an awkward smile. Dad hummed, grinned at me, walked with my grandfather, ruffled my hair, and kissed my mother on the forehead. Everything went well, and my tutor did a great job teaching my sister and me. My twin and I are both 16 years old, while my brothers are 9 and our older sister Stella is 22 and engaged. The son of our nation's vice president is the father of her fiancé. Dad agreed simply because he wanted her to marry a well-known personality. He is amiable. 

It was time for me to go see my dad after he got home from work. I was incredibly anxious. Guards bowed to me as I passed by because this wing of the mansion houses important items like rare drugs that must be obtained through the Dark Web and some gun machines. Bullshit... Two Hulk-like men were standing in front of my dad's office door as I approached them. Before I even entered my dad's office, they gaveme the signal to wait outside. WTF? His daughter, I am! 

I was proud of my father and felt that even though everything he did was bad, he was still the best father. My dad's name was written on the plate in golden letters: Leader Albert Marrone. He doesn't show much affection, but he treats each of us like a priceless gem. When the guard arrived, he motioned for me to enter. I rolled my eyes and went inside.

As I walked into my dad's opulent office, he said, "Darling, come here." I was directed by him to take a seat in front of him. I complied and took a seat. "Yes, Dad?" you reply. I kindly inquired. "You know, Asia seized control of Africa." WHAT??? The African Yakuza is no more! How the heck? "And there could be chances that we could be the next since they are as powerful as the pit of hell," he said.

I was so perplexed at this point that I wondered why he was telling me the details. "At the Cosa Nostra gathering, I met Mr. Jeon. And we struck a deal," he said. Ok? So? How come I'm here? " You'll wed Jeon Justin Jungkook, his son, when you're 22 years old, or maybe when you're 20." Dad, I'm sorry, but WHAT THE FUCK! My jaw contacted the ground. Why? Why get married? Do I not have goals and a future? Why???????

Selena: "B-but dad, Selen --" "I know you twins are the same age, but she is a little childish," he interrupted me. " You have become more responsible and polite. My darling, you are everything these filthy men desire. You know I won't ever have a bad perception of you because I know Jeon. I made this choice to put you, not just us, first."

"They require a woman who could be his son's wife before he turns into the next Yakuza. After I told them about you, he agreed within a week, " your father said. The question "His son?" I queried. " Yes, my darling, you now need to understand that this is also for your benefit. I care about every one of you too much to even consider anything bad happening to you. Do you believe in me, my angel?" " Yes, Dad", he enquired. I said...