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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 Lives We Chose

At that time, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to show Anthony how things were between my parents and me. It was probably troubling enough for him already that he had to marry me instead of my twin sister. With that in mind, I decided to act like a loving daughter, just like how Diana would have acted.

Anthony wordlessly led me to the living room of the mansion. Just like all the other parts of the mansion that I had seen, the living room was luxurious and decorated in tones of navy with a large sparkling chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. My parents were seated on a long sofa where the guests were supposed to be seated. Although their presence seemed to blend in with the surroundings as they stood to the side and corners of the spacious living room, it didn’t take me long for me to realize that there were almost ten men dressed in black suits there with us.

A little too many bodyguards if you ask me…but…