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ERABA RETA 1 - Beyond the Pedestal

🇵🇭AyashiDon
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Ruthless and cunning, Hao Azakura is the heir to the world's most powerful Yakuza-Mafia clan. Molded by a merciless father, he has learned to bury every shred of weakness-until the day he meets Empress Jazmin Casanova-Toheyama, a bright high school girl who makes him feel alive again. Torn between his thirst for vengeance and a budding love he never expected, Hao must protect Jazz from the very empire he's built and the ruthless father he intends to destroy. But Jazz is not just any girl: she's the beloved niece of Nakago Toheyama, the head of a rival family sworn to keep her safe at all costs. As old feuds clash with new passions, Hao steps onto a razor's edge, where loyalty, love, and power collide-and where just one misstep could cost him everything he has ever fought for.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1

The ornate private library, nestled in the heart of Aquitaine, was bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon light filtering through its tall, arched windows. The faint scent of aged books and polished wood added to the solemn ambiance. Dr. Nakago Toheyama, the enigmatic head of the Toheyama clan, sat comfortably in a high-backed leather chair, a thick, leather-bound volume open on his lap. Despite his youth—only twenty-one years old—his composed demeanor exuded wisdom far beyond his years.

"Doctor," Eros called, stepping into the sanctity of the library with measured steps. His voice was steady, but a trace of unease lingered beneath his calm exterior. Addressing Nakago always demanded precision; the man valued clarity and brevity.

Without lifting his eyes from the book, Nakago gestured for Eros to proceed, the faintest of acknowledgments that he was listening. His piercing gaze only rose to meet Eros's when he finally spoke.

"I received a report," Eros began, cutting to the heart of the matter, knowing Nakago's preference for concise updates. "The Mistress of the Azakura clan has just crossed our borders. She's accompanied by two women—likely her attendants—and an elderly gentleman. Notably, they have the Azakura heir with them."

Nakago's clear blue eyes narrowed slightly, an almost imperceptible sign that the information had piqued his interest. He closed the book gently, his long fingers tapping once on its cover as he considered the implications. Silence stretched between them, broken only by the faint rustle of a nearby clock's pendulum.

After a deliberate pause, Nakago spoke, his voice smooth yet commanding. "Have our people observe them, but do not approach. Their presence alone warrants caution. Also, inform Soi that no Azakura personnel are to cross further into our territory without my explicit permission."

He reopened his book, signaling the conversation was over, though his mind was undoubtedly analyzing every facet of the situation.

Eros inclined his head in acknowledgment. "Understood," he said, retreating as quietly as he had entered. He immediately retrieved his phone, dialing a secure line to relay Nakago's precise instructions. The faint hum of the library's tranquility swallowed his departure, leaving Nakago alone once more with his thoughts.

The presence of the Azakura mistress in Toheyama territory was an unexpected development, one that would no doubt demand his strategic attention in the days to come.

——

The train rattled along the tracks, its rhythmic hum blending with the murmur of conversations and the occasional wail of a child. The carriage was crowded, filled with travelers carrying luggage, students on their way home, and families chatting animatedly. But for Eula Azakura, each second felt like an eternity, her every nerve taut with tension.

She sat in the corner of the train car, her three-year-old son Hao nestled in her lap. His small hands played with the edge of her scarf, his wide, curious eyes taking in the bustling surroundings. To anyone else, they appeared like a typical mother and child, embarking on a journey. But the reality was far more perilous.

Across from her sat Marie, Hao's nanny, a middle-aged woman whose hands trembled slightly as she clutched her handbag. Layla, Eula's personal maid, sat beside her, her gaze darting to the train's windows as if expecting danger at any moment. Alfred, the loyal family driver, stood near the door, his broad shoulders a silent shield between them and the outside world. These three were the only ones brave—or desperate—enough to help Eula escape from her husband.

Eula's hands tightened around Hao protectively. She knew Haoran, her husband, would have discovered their escape by now. The Château Noir estate, his fortress, was crawling with his men. But they wouldn't be able to stop her—not yet. Airports were out of the question; Haoran's influence extended far and wide in France. His connections could ground a plane or have her detained before she even reached security.

But not in Aquitaine.

There, nestled in the French countryside, was a place his power couldn't easily reach. It was risky—Aquitaine was Toheyama territory, and the Azakura clan had long been rivals with the enigmatic family that controlled the region. Yet it was her only chance. From Aquitaine, she planned to board a private flight to the Philippines, far beyond Haoran's grasp. Asia was a stronghold of the Toheyamas, where her husband's influence waned significantly. If she could just make it there, she might be able to start anew.

"Mama, where are we going?" Hao's innocent voice broke through her spiraling thoughts.

She forced a smile, her lips brushing against the top of his head as she kissed him gently. "We are going on a trip, my love," she said softly, her voice steady despite the turmoil churning within. "You like going on trips, right?"

Hao's eyes lit up with excitement, and he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I like trips!"

His joy momentarily eased the weight on Eula's chest. But his next question brought it crashing back. "Is Papa not coming?"

Eula's heart clenched. "No," she replied, her voice carefully measured. "He is busy right now. So it will just be you and me for now. But we have Nanny Marie, so it's going to be fine."

Her fingers lightly stroked Hao's hair, but her mind was racing. She couldn't let her voice betray the fear gnawing at her. They couldn't be caught—not now, not ever. Haoran wouldn't just bring her back; he would make an example of everyone who dared to help her. The thought of what he might do to Marie, Layla, and Alfred if they were caught made her stomach twist.

She glanced at the other passengers. Most were preoccupied with their own lives, oblivious to the danger she and her small group were in. But Eula couldn't shake the feeling that someone might recognize her or report them.

The train slowed as it approached the next station, and Alfred shifted closer to the group. "Madam, we're three stops away from Aquitaine," he said quietly, his voice calm but firm. "Once we disembark, the car I arranged will take us directly to the private airstrip."

Eula nodded, grateful for his foresight. "Good. Let's not waste any time."

As the train began to move again, Hao yawned, his small head resting against her shoulder. Eula tightened her grip on him, her resolve hardening. She would do whatever it took to protect her son. Even if it meant stepping into the lion's den, she would risk it all to escape Haoran's grasp.

The stakes were high, but this was her chance.

——

Without warning, Haoran fired his pistol, the deafening sound cutting through the tense air of the Château Noir's grand living room. The female bodyguard crumpled to the floor, her lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ornate ceiling. Blood pooled around her head, a stark contrast to the room's polished marble floors.

"You were supposed to keep an eye on my wife," Haoran said, his voice cold and measured, yet his eyes burned with a fury that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. "And yet, she managed to escape. How utterly useless are you?"

The remaining three female guards stood rigid, their faces pale and their breaths shallow. None of them dared to speak, knowing that the slightest excuse—or even a poorly chosen word—could mean their demise. They had seen Haoran's wrath before, and it wasn't something they wished to provoke further.

Haoran had been in the middle of an important clan meeting when Zandro, his trusted right-hand man, delivered the news. Eula, his wife, was missing. But what enraged him even more was the fact that their three-year-old son, Hao, was gone as well.

According to the initial report, Eula herself had dropped Hao off at school that morning. But when Haoran's men checked, the teachers confirmed that Hao had never attended class that day. It was unthinkable that anyone would dare kidnap his wife and child; they would have to be suicidal to even attempt it. No, the only explanation was that Eula had left him—on her own.

Haoran let out a bitter laugh, the sound echoing eerily in the cavernous room. He stood in the center of the luxurious living space, his towering frame casting a long shadow under the crystal chandelier.

"Mon cher," he murmured, as if speaking directly to Eula, though she was nowhere in sight. His voice dripped with venom. "You actually had the audacity to leave me. After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me?"

Another harsh laugh escaped his lips, and it bordered on manic. The staff and guards stationed around the room barely breathed, each one silently praying not to attract his attention.

The tension in the room thickened as Zandro entered, his expression unreadable. He stepped carefully, knowing full well the volatile state his boss was in.

"Did you find them?" Haoran demanded, his voice sharp enough to cut through steel.

"Yes," Zandro replied with professional composure.

Haoran's eyes narrowed dangerously. "I don't see them with you," he said, his calm tone now a razor's edge.

"Unfortunately," Zandro began, his tone as even as he could manage, "our men couldn't reach them in time."

Haoran's eyebrow arched, his patience wearing thin. Zandro continued cautiously, "Even the Valdemors couldn't intercept them. They've crossed into Aquitaine."

The room seemed to freeze. Haoran's grip on his pistol tightened, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger again.

The second shot rang out, and another bodyguard fell. The remaining two guards trembled, their faces drained of color as they stared at the lifeless body of their colleague.

"Aquitaine," Haoran repeated, his voice a low growl. He turned his piercing gaze to Zandro. "That's Toheyama territory."

"Yes," Zandro confirmed. "It seems the Mistress planned this well. Aquitaine is the one place where our influence cannot easily reach. The Toheyamas are already aware of her presence. Their men are keeping watch."

Haoran clenched his jaw, his mind racing. The audacity of his wife—his delicate, obedient Eula—crossing into rival territory to escape him. And with his son, no less. His anger was a storm threatening to consume everything in its path.

"Send a message to Nakago Toheyama," Haoran ordered, his voice like ice. "Tell him that if he so much as lifts a finger to help her, I will burn Aquitaine to the ground."

Zandro bowed his head slightly, acknowledging the command. He left swiftly, leaving the room steeped in a suffocating silence. Haoran looked down at the two remaining bodyguards, his lips curling into a cold, predatory smile.

"Pray that you don't fail me again," he said softly, his voice chillingly calm. The two women nodded frantically, their fear palpable.

Haoran turned away, his mind already plotting his next move. His wife thought she could escape him. But Eula would soon learn that there was no place in the world—no rival, no border, no clan—where she and Hao could hide from him.