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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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Warning from My Cold Husband

I had no idea why Jenna honestly thought that someone like Bradon would genuinely want to enjoy a romantic dinner with me. With how he had addressed me, I knew immediately that he had already seen my post on social media. I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I was going to get from him, but I had to say that getting some kind of reaction out of him was better than nothing at all.

Without waiting for my reply, Bradon reached for my wrist and began pulling me behind him as he led me into the dining room. The door closed firmly behind us, and I found myself all alone with Bradon in the large dining room. Suddenly, I felt so under and inappropriately dressed for the occasion of our supposedly romantic dinner. Jenna had gone out of her way to decorate both the dining table and the dining room with flowers and various other decorations that I guessed were supposed to add to the romantic atmosphere of the room.

“Take a seat…” he said coldly as he pulled a chair out for me.