webnovel

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

Realfantasies · 都市
レビュー数が足りません
399 Chs

The Queen of Hearts

The manager was serious about the debt that I owed and whether I liked it or not, I had to acknowledge that the casino does have rules. I didn’t even want to imagine what would happen to those who couldn’t manage to pay for their losses.

“This is so unfair. You probably have years of experience with this while I have absolutely none. How do you expect me to win?” I protested at once.

“It’s really a simple game,” he replied casually.

“What kind of game is it?” I asked.

“A simple one. Come with me for a bit and I’ll explain it to you,” he said as he headed for the door.

Sean was nowhere to be seen by the time that we were out in front of the room. It seemed like I wasn’t walking fast enough for Bradon’s liking because he ended up holding my wrist so that he could pull me along. Now that I thought about it, Bradon has been holding my wrist like this for almost the entire day. He only let me go just enough for when I had to use my arms to engage in the games.