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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 · Urban
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373 Chs

What Are We?

I did not at all share the prince’s confidence and an uneasy feeling developed inside of me when I wondered what exactly our relationship was. It wasn’t hard for me to imagine what we would appear like in the view of other people when we made our appearance together. People were always so ready to gobble up gossip and they were undoubtedly prepared to get the wrong idea about us. However, I didn't even understand what my relationship with the prince was actually like.

Were we just close friends, or are we something more?

To say that I was confused would be an utter understatement.

“If that's something that you would like to say, you can go ahead and say it, Dahlia,” the prince said as he stared directly at me.

“I actually don't have something to comment or say but I do have something that I would like to ask you,” I replied as I sat up slightly straighter than before.

After reminding myself that I didn't actually have much to lose, I decided to ask the prince directly.