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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 Prince's Intervention

Dreading the arrival of that moment, I ended up taking a very long time in the bath while listening to the sound of the door opening to announce his arrival. At first, I didn’t want to face him but when it took such a long time for him to return to our bedroom, I started to wonder where he went.

“This is so stupid…” I mumbled to myself before letting out a sigh.

The water in the tub was no longer warm and I had gotten quite bored. Just as I climbed out of the bathtub, I heard a few knocks on the door.

…Bradon?

I wrapped a towel quickly around my body and headed out of the bathroom. Since Bradon would never knock on our bedroom door like that, I knew that my first reaction in thinking that it was him was definitely incorrect.

“Who is it?” I called out questioningly as I approached the bedroom door.

“It’s me…” a man’s voice replied.

“Zain?” I replied, after recognizing his voice.

“Yes, My Lady…” he replied.