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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 large villa where we were staying looked quite impressive indeed. When I took up my phone to snap a short video of it, I also found out that the place was extremely photogenic. The almost entirely white building with a red roof in an eastern architecture style stood out against the lush green of the surrounding tropical garden. The coconut trees in the background also added to the tropical vibe, and I could already picture in my mind just how impressive the view would be at sunset.

The breeze that blew my hair back felt calming and it made me feel like at least mother nature was welcoming me with open arms. Bradon wasn’t at all talkative during our ride and I was itching to remind him that Anthony would never act so distant and silent like this with anyone, let alone his own wife. Not to mention the fact that we were supposed to be on our honeymoon.