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Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18

[WARNING: EXPLICIT MATURE CONTENT] Dahlia thought that she would be marrying the man of her dreams when she took her twin sister’s place in a political marriage. After spending a passionate night with her groom, she wakes up to find that he wasn’t who she thought he was. Instead of marrying her twin’s fiancé who was her first and forbidden love, she ended up marrying Bradon, the man known as the Mafia King of the underworld. With her sister gone after eloping with her lover and with the country’s economic stability at stake, Dahlia has no choice but to continue playing the role of Bradon’s willing wife. Little does she know that being the Mafia King’s wife would be so physically and emotionally demanding. Being married to the cold, calculating, and dominant Mafia King changes Dahlia’s life forever as his seductive touches tame her body and ignites her soul. With each kiss and caress, he teaches her of pleasures unlike any she has ever known and shows her a way to escape her dark past. Shunned by society and her parents since childhood for always being second to her twin sister, Dahlia’s life had never been easy. With no one to take her side, Dahlia was used to fending for herself, but what if her only way to survive this time around is to find the key to unlock her husband’s cold heart? My other books: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion, Forbidden Heat, Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss, Conquering the Emperor, The Alpha Prince's Purchased Maid, and Lust Contracts Support me on Patreon: Real Fantasies Stories

Realfantasies · Urban
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371 Chs

Our Happy Ending

“Let’s talk about this again after we’ve given it some more thought. There is still time because the king is still the king and the crown is nothing more than the one next in line,” Bradon reminded me sternly.

I hated to admit it but he was right. We did have time and taking hasty actions might not work in our favor. Talking to the crown prince about his plans after he becomes king when his father is very ill might come across as us being too insensitive and rude.

“Fine…” I muttered.

I sat up on the bed and crossed my legs under me as I folded my arms under my chest. Bradon still laid on his side while looking quite relaxed. I felt taken aback after finding that he wasn’t at all eager to help me arrange a meeting with the prince and that was because the second ask that I was about to ask for was even harder than the first.

What does Bradon think about the Vulkan family?

“About the second source of support, the Vulkan family…” I said before trailing off.