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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

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“You’re overreacting,” he said coldly.

“No, I’m not…” I mumbled defensively.

Regardless of his slightly cold attitude, Bradon offered me his hand as he stood next to the bed. After staring at his outstretched hand and hesitating for a moment, I finally slipped my hand into his to let him help me up from the bed.

That was how I ended up sitting opposite Bradon at the long and large marble dining table. It was so late at night that I felt bad for interrupting Jenna and some of the staff’s rest because they had to set up the table for us and serve us food. To my surprise, Jenna was all smiles and she even hummed along to a tune of her own as she placed many dishes on the table. She made it feel like we were having breakfast on a sunny and bright morning with great weather rather than in the dead of night.

“Bon appetite!” she said before smiling brightly at us.

“Thank you…” I thanked her politely.