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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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Emotional Ride

I wanted to wring his neck but all I could do was smile and duck my head slightly like I was consumed with shyness. The manager smiled and I could tell that she adored our display of affection for each other a little too much and then she offered to put the ring in boxes for us.

“We’ll just wear it. You can pack the boxes…” Bradon told her easily.

“Right away. About the payment, shall I put it on your account?” she politely inquired.

Since she thought that Bradon was Anthony, it did make sense that she would offer to charge it to his account just like what was done for regular VVIP customers.

“You don’t need to put it on any account. Just use this card,” Bradon replied as he handed her a card.

My eyes widened slightly when I realized that he was going to pay for it with his own money instead of Anthony’s. Perhaps it was because the purchase was high in value, and he didn’t want to bother his brother with the spontaneous purchasing decision that he had made.