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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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Nothing Is as It Seems

The king…and his queen…?

“I guess you really like playing me for a fool,” I mumbled before pressing my lips into a thin line.

I was sure that I should have been angry at him for humiliating me but surprisingly, that wasn’t how I felt. Once again, it felt like I had very little or absolutely no control about what was happening around me and I was just being sucked in by the strong current with no means of escape. Maybe I was just waiting for it to suck me under for good.

“How so?” he asked as he stared directly at me.

“How is this supposed to be a fair game if you know which card is which? You’ve just been tricking me and playing me for a fool,” I replied accusingly.

“Not at all. I just wanted you to know that nothing is what it seems. Nothing is fair and everything is being manipulated someway or another,” he explained casually.

“You mean that nothing is fair and that everything is manipulated in your world, right?” I snapped as I glared at him.