[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?

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Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18

"Why don't we go out for a walk in the garden?" Diana suggested. "The weather is nice today, and I think you could use some fresh air." 


It was very unfortunate that I was still stuck in the hospital. What was worse was that I had no idea about my potential date of discharge, and that was because I couldn't get in touch with the person who was supposed to be in charge of my fate regarding that matter. With Diana in the way, I had no way to reach Bradon, let alone see him. Whenever I tried to bring up anything related to Bradon, I would earn a disapproving glare from my sister before she would rapidly change the topic of conversation. 


"Sure, that sounds like a good idea. I have no idea how much longer I'll be stuck here. I mean, there's nothing wrong with me, and I am completely healthy," I told my sister as we readied ourselves to go for a walk. 


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