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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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367 Chs

Black Out

It seemed like my lack of rest and all the work that I had been doing up until that point was quickly catching up to me.

“Dahlia…” I heard him whisper my name.

When I opened my eyes again, my vision was blurry and it felt like I was seeing double. I frowned as I wondered what was happening to me. Bradon called my name again but his voice seemed so far away and so soft. I couldn't bring myself to answer him as my eyelids felt so heavy and then everything blacked out from my vision.

**Bradon's point of view**

“Dahlia! Dahlia! Dahlia!”

I called her name as I cradled her limp body in my arms, but no matter how many times I called her name, Dahlia never opened her eyes. I cursed myself for not realizing that there was something wrong with her or that she was feeling unwell. The sense of regret that sprouted in my chest reminded me that I probably couldn’t forgive myself if something were to happen to her.