THE EXCHANGE IZANA KUROKAWA X Y/N READER

MEETING THE MISTRESS

Y/n Pov:

I adjusted my sunglasses as I walked through the extravagant doors of the luxurious hotel. Today was an important day, and I had to keep my cool amidst the storm that was brewing. My name is Y/n, and as the young Yakuza queen, I was used to battles, but this one felt personal.

I made my way up to the penthouse, where I had arranged the meeting with the last person I wanted to see - Manila. Izana's ex-girlfriend who had recently awakened from her 14-year-long coma, a person who he had believed was dead. It was bound to be an explosive encounter, and I didn't know who would walk away unscathed.

As I entered the lavish suite, my eyes fell upon Manila, who was sitting confidently on the plush couch. She eyed me up and down, a smirk playing on her lips, as if she was enjoying watching me squirm. I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. I wanted to maintain control over the situation, no matter how infuriating Manila's words might be.

I stared at Manila, my husband's ex-girlfriend, as she sat across from me. The room was filled with tension, and the air grew heavy with hostility. It had been fourteen long years since Manila was in a coma, and now she was finally awake, ready to torment us once again.

"Well, if it isn't the little slut that stole my life," Manila sneered, her voice filled with venom. "I know all about how you met Izana. You'll always be that stupid little hostage he felt sorry for."

I remained calm, though her words stung. "Stay away from my husband. We're happy together," I retorted, my voice steady. "I understand you may have had chemistry in the past, but he's moved on and so can you."

Manila scoffed, her eyes scanning me up and down with a smirk on her face. "It's a shame you had four babies and ruined your life because when he leaves you for me, you're so screwed," she remarked, her tone filled with condescension.

I felt a surge of anger rising within me, but I held it back. "He can be with whoever he chooses, but he knows once I'm gone, this time I'm gone for good. I'm in love with him, and the thought of you trying to break us apart... trust me, bitch, I'll fucking kill you. My babies aren't going to be raised in a broken home," I stated, determination lacing every word.

"Stay away from my man," I warned, my voice laced with a hint of threat.

Manila's eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a sinister grin. "Oh, please, honey. You don't even know how to please him," she taunted, her words dripping with malice.

I felt the rage boiling beneath the surface, my blood pumping through my veins. "If I didn't know how to please him, how come I'm the one with the ring? And I doubt you know how to please a man or even remember what a man's touch feels like," I shot back, refusing to let her words break me.

"You're babies with him were meant to be mine. He promised me we'd have kids together, instead he married you, a stupid little girl," Manila hissed, her anger fueling her words.

My patience wore thin, and I couldn't hold back any longer. "Don't you ever claim my fucking babies as yours. Last time I checked, I'm the one that rode his big dick and got pregnant," I retorted with a steely gaze.

Manila's fury reached its peak, and she pointed a gun at me, shaking with rage. But I was not one to back down. Without hesitation, I pulled out my own gun and disarmed her. Her threatening stance faltered, tears streaming down her face as she shouted, "How dare you take him from me? He's mine!"

I clicked my heels as I backed away from the trembling Manila, leaving her in a distraught state. It was clear that her awakening from coma had only stirred up more turmoil, but I was determined to protect my family. As I walked away, I couldn't help but hope that Manila would finally understand that Izana had made his choice, and I wasn't going to let anyone, not even her, tear us apart.