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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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414 Chs

Small Victory

At first, I was confused as to why she looked so surprised to see me. Then it hit me that it was probably because she was surprised to see me setting foot outside of my bedroom. That was to be expected given the many days that I’ve confined myself to that room.

“Where is Bradon? Is he still here or has he left for work already?” I asked while praying that I wasn’t too late.

“I am very sorry, but you’ve just missed him. He left around half an hour ago…” Jenna replied with a regretful look on her face.

How early does he leave the house? It’s like he doesn’t even want to be here…

“Oh…” I mumbled with clear disappointment.

“The weather is forecasted to be nice today. So, what about taking a stroll in the garden?” she suggested with a smile.