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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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Impossible Truth

What is father saying?

I couldn’t comprehend all the crazy things that my father was spouting. I stared at Anthony as I wondered why he wasn’t denying anything that my father was saying.

“I will make sure that your father finds out about this disgraceful and disrespectful attitude of yours!” he yelled threateningly.

“You still haven’t answered my question. I guess it doesn’t matter what you say anyways. Zain…” Anthony said while sounding bored.

With a flick of the fingers of his free hand, Anthony waved over a man whose name must have been Zain. I watched as Anthony opened his hand as if waiting to receive something.

“Yes, Master…” Zain said softly as he came to stand close to Anthony.

With a polite bow of his head, Zain placed a handgun into Anthony’s outstretched hand. It felt like time froze for all of us as we all undoubtedly saw the dangerous object that Anthony now held in his hand.

Why is Anthony holding a gun?