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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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399 Chs
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Reason to Live

“Let’s take turns. I want to feed you now,” I said as I took the fork back from his hand.

Bradon frowned slightly at me to show his slight disapparoval but he did not stop me when I began feeding him. I got some sauce on his lips which gave me the opportunity to lightly dab at his lips with a napkin. His blue eyes looked so alluring and captivating as he looked back at me. My heart clenched tightly in my chest and I wondered if things may be different between us had we met under different circumstances as more normal people without any of our complex past.

Wistful thinking wans’t going to change anything, though.

“Bradon…” I called his name softly to get his attention.

“What is it?” he asked dryly the way that I expected that he would.

“What does a person need in order to survive?” I asked.

“Food, water, clothing, sleep, and shelter. The basic necessities for a human to survive,” he replied as if reciting from a book.