Realfantasies

[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

"What are you trying to imply? I told you that it must have been because I happened to be the first person that he saw. I was closest to him at the time," I replied as I tried to calm my wildly beating heart. 


Bradon was clearly suspicious of me, but I wasn't sure exactly what he was suspicious of. Did he think that I had something to do with his brother's car accident? 


"You tell me. Why do you think my brother called out your name like that?" Bradon continued interrogating me like I was some kind of prisoner under arrest. 


"Are you trying to imply that I had something to do with Anthony's accident? Are you trying to blame me?" I asked incredulously. 


Bradon just stared at me without saying anything. His lack of response only made anger boil up faster inside of me. 


It just didn't make any sense that he was treating me like some kind of suspect simply because Anthony called out my name when he regained consciousness. I was certain that I had nothing to do with his accident. 


Test of Trust