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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

Realfantasies · Urbano
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399 Chs

Surprising Turn

It was a very random thought but I found myself wanting to buy some desserts to share with Brandon. It just felt like the perfect treat that we could enjoy together after breaking the good news. It also felt too long since the last time that I had something from this bakery. Instead of the car coming to the stop just as I had ordered, Zain continued driving without stopping or slowing down.

“Didn't you hear what I just said? I want to make a stop here, can you park over there in front?” I asked as I started feeling confused.

Something felt amiss and I began wondering what was wrong with Zain. It was then that I realized that Zain had not spoken a word since I entered the car, and I had not seen his face since he had not turned around to look my way. Many gruesome scenarios appeared in my mind while I actively tried to tell myself to remain calm.

“I'm not your driver and we will not be making a stop based on your request,” a voice replied coldly.