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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

Strange Developments

I wanted to head out to find Anthony as soon as possible but my hair was still damp from my shower even though I had tried my best to dry it with a towel. If I turned up with such messy hair, I would look bad, and he probably won’t like it. I let out a sigh when I realized that I felt so nervous about meeting him face to face again and a large part was because of all those things that we did last night.

Suddenly, there were loud banging sounds from the other side of the bedroom door. I almost jumped up in fright at the sound. Something told me that it definitely wasn’t Jenna who was knocking on the door this time around.

“Diana! Diana!” Anthony called my sister’s name loudly.

To be accurate, he was yelling as he kept on banging on the door. I wondered if the door would break or if he would tear it down as I quickly ran towards it. Anthony sounded very impatient and even angry.

“Anthony?” I said questioningly as I slowly opened the door.