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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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The Next Best Thing

Diana did not look impressed at my lack of reaction to her teasing words. Although, I did realize that if I hadn't called her out on her act, we would probably be doing it right now. Any fool who couldn't tell the two sisters apart would have surely fallen into her trap.

"You know, I really hate you," she confessed before smiling sweetly at me.

"Then get off of me already," I said, with the warning edge in my voice.

"Not yet. We need to talk," she said as she pressed her hands on top of my shoulders as if they would help keep me in place.

I had no idea why she needed to be sitting on top of me for us to have a decent conversation. Diana's mind seemed to be racing as her eyes started to dart to the side, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was trying so desperately hard to figure out.

"This is going to sound quite crazy. I hate you, but for some reason, I feel like I can trust you now. Maybe it's because you can tell that I'm not Dahlia," she said before she hesitated.