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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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His Reasons

“Is she just there to watch over me or is she there to stop me from doing something stupid? I guess, it’s a bit or both…huh?” I said darkly before I let out another scoff and looked away.

Bradon was silent although I wanted him to do some explaining. It may not be true, but I would have preferred for him to deny it. Even if it was a lie, I would have loved to see him making up some excuses that she was just there to help take care of me and that he trusted me to behave.

“You know, the fact that you think that I may do something stupid while living right under your roof already shows that regardless of what I think about the matter, you think that what I’m being put through is enough to drive me to do something very stupid…” I pointed out as I glared at him.

“If there’s something else that you need, you can let me know and I’ll arrange it,” Bradon replied simply.