Mafia Books for Women
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Ravaged Crown - A Mafia Romance
What would you do if you walked in on your husband cheating? I'll tell you what I did: Ran out the door with nothing but the clothes on my back. A month later, I'm broke, jobless, almost homeless. But then, while filling in as a waitress at a fancy restaurant, I trip and land in the lap of a gorgeous stranger. One thing leads to another and we end up hooking up. Afterwards, he leaves. That's the end of that... right? WRONG. Because the next day, my temp agency sets me up for a job t hat seems too good to be true. But when I arrive for the interview, my jaw drops. It's the stranger. Turns out he's rich. Like, very rich. And powerful. Like, very powerful. And here's his offer: "Live in my house.Be my wife.Have my baby." Needless to say, I start to freak out. I stand up and stammer, "Um, I'll have to get back to you..." And he replies: "You're misunderstanding.It wasn't a question. You're not going anywhere."/1/118538/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f7a24c3ec56222e27f6c0a9beeecfba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Fool Buried Them
For twelve years, I trusted my fiancé, the syndicate's ruthless Underboss, and my best friend, Mia. But on the night of my birthday, I found a dark web forum where Mia was bragging about sleeping with him. She posted a picture wearing my custom blood-diamond engagement ring, boasting that they had been sharing a bed for six years. At my grand birthday banquet, they executed their final public humiliation. Lorenzo dropped to one knee in front of hundreds of Capos, but instead of proposing, his velvet box sprayed cheap, sticky frosting all over my face. "It's just a harmless hazing prank I lost to Mia in a bet," he chuckled, brushing confetti from his tailored suit. Looking at his smug face, I remembered the cartel ambush in Palermo. Lorenzo had shielded Mia with his own body and shoved me away, leaving me to suffer a brutal miscarriage alone in a dirty alley. In their leaked chat logs, he callously referred to the heir I lost as a weak mistake. I had protected Mia with my mafia family's name since we were teenagers, and I had loved Lorenzo with all my heart. Why did the two people I trusted most under the sacred code of Omerta treat me like a disposable pawn? I calmly wiped the cloying frosting from my eyes and delivered a brutal, full-force slap across Lorenzo's jaw. Then, I signaled my loyal soldiers to drop the massive projector screen, ready to expose their filthy treason to the entire Family./0/79929/coverorgin.jpg?v=05651c820b712dbf320ecb014173f550&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Family (Mafia Romance) 1-3
Saints and Sinners - She was the light to my dark. The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves. A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched. Until someone took that innocence from her. She left. The darkness in my heart was finally complete. I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back. Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money. She didn't know I owned that club. She didn't know I was watching. This time I won't let her escape. I will make her back into the girl I knew. Whether she likes it or not. Judge and Jury- I can't stop watching her. I'm not even sure I want to. Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she's in. She's also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn't been bought. The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time. I know I should execute her. After all that's what I do. I am the Judge. I eliminate threats to The Family. And Taylor is a threat. But I don't want to kill her. Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror. Book 3- Coming Soon! These stories can be read alone but for the full experience it's best to read Savage Sons first!/1/114970/coverorgin.jpg?v=1dff99b13aec66dacf6bcb5086a146c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cognac Villain - A Mafia Romance
One wardrobe malfunction. Two people who don't belong together. Three awful "Be my wife." Everyone else is at this party to marry the host. I'm only here until I can get a ride home. When my dress rips in the world's worst-timed wardrobe malfunction, I go find somewhere quiet to fix it. So I'm standing there in nothing but my heels when, As my luck would have it, the door opens... And the man of the hour walks in. I wish I could say I played it cool. But it's been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit... Much less the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on. All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers. But Ivan has other ideas. He's decided who he's taking to the altar... And I don't have a choice but to say "I do."/1/105886/coverorgin.jpg?v=9865f71ef70b99a18efbe3462c8f954e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Real Boss Was His Neglected Wife
I was putting my signature on the invoice for the Gulfstream G650 when my husband snatched the boarding pass from the folder and handed it to his mistress. "You're taking the commercial flight out of JFK," Jackson said, daring me to challenge him in front of his security detail. "Amber needs the privacy. She gets air sick." I looked down at the crumpled ticket he had slid to me. Economy. Middle seat. Three layovers. Then I looked at the sixty-million-dollar bird I had leased specifically so his crime family wouldn't get slaughtered on the highway by their rivals. "Amber is fragile," he whispered, his breath smelling of the expensive scotch I bought. "She carries the future. You just carry the checkbook." My mother-in-law was already on board, sipping the vintage Dom Pérignon I had curated, refusing to look at me. They treated me like a glorified ATM with a medical degree. They forgot that five years ago, when the Feds froze everything, I was the one who bought their lives with a five-million-dollar tribute. They forgot that the hand that writes the checks can also close the account. As the engines roared to life, leaving me stranded on the tarmac, I didn't cry. Surgeons don't cry over dead bodies. I pulled out my phone and cancelled the Uber he had called for me. I wasn't going to the airport. I was going to the safe to retrieve the "Blood Contract." The five million dollars wasn't a gift. It was a callable loan. And the collateral was everything. I dialed my lawyer. "Burn it to the ground."/1/105887/coverorgin.jpg?v=786b06bbad278b98d1a8a2ce80de6ea0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Beg: The Don's Regret
I was still bleeding into the mesh underwear the hospital gave me when the photos hit the internet: my husband, the Don, forcing his tongue down his mistress's throat. Three days ago, that very mistress had shoved me off a yacht. I lost the baby. I lost my uterus. I was left completely barren. Yet, when my husband finally called, it wasn't to ask if I was alive. "The press is eating us alive," Dante barked through the phone. "Send a gift basket to Sofia. Fix this mess." To make matters worse, his grandmother stood at the foot of my bed, holding the hand of the daughter they had stolen from me at birth. "Mommy looks like a ghost," my daughter said, her voice devoid of love. That was the moment the last ember of affection died. I realized I wasn't a wife to them; I was just a broken vessel. So, when they sneered that I was useless, I didn't cry. I pulled a black USB drive from under my pillow and threw it on the bed. "Divorce papers," I said calmly. "And the complete security blueprints of the Moretti Fortress. Every blind spot. Every tunnel I designed." "Sign the papers and let me go, or I sell this drive to your enemies for one dollar." I left the country with nothing but the clothes on my back, vanishing into a freezing attic in Paris. I thought I was finally free. But three weeks later, Dante kicked down my door, looking at my poverty with horror. "Come home," he begged, tossing a box of diamonds onto my drafting table. "We can be a family." I looked at the man who had destroyed me and opened the window. "You're looking for the girl who loved you," I whispered, throwing the diamonds into the trash alley below. "But you killed her."/1/114972/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa385425f1b3783e90306c6b06ca205e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Satin Sinner - A Mafia Romance
I walked in on my fiancé sleeping with my maid of honor... On the day of our wedding. I did what anyone would do: Threw my ring in his face and found somewhere quiet to cry. But then something else happened. Something unexpected. In that quiet place... Someone found me. Anton Stepanov is like something out of a dream. Scratch that: out of a nightmare. He's rich as sin, arrogant as heck, and way too handsome for his own good. He's also way too handsome for mine. So when he offers me his hand and a way out of the worst day of my life, I do the only thing I can do: I say yes. That's how I ended up on his yacht. That's how I ended up in his bed. That's how I ended up pregnant with his baby./0/78310/coverorgin.jpg?v=9402704f459c007fa2278f7f22559fa3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Widow's Revenge
When Elena Russo's husband, the formidable mafia boss Lorenzo Russo, is brutally murdered, her life is shattered. But as she delved deeper into his past, she began to doubt all she thought she knew about him. Secrets emerge-dangerous ones-and she wonders if she ever truly knew the man she married. With each discovery, the distinctions between love, treachery, and revenge become less clear. Adrian DeLuca, a powerful rival with a personal vendetta, becomes the prime suspect. He not only owned a stake in Lorenzo's casino but had a heated confrontation with him just a day before his death. But Adrian has his own demons-forever haunted by his mother's brutal murder at the hands of his father's enemies. Determined to prove himself to the man who never saw him as enough, Adrian sees Elena as both a key to the truth and the woman he's secretly desired for years. With the truth emerging and unseen foes waiting in the shadows, Elena must decide if she can trust Adrian to help her solve the mystery of Lorenzo's death. But as the truth emerges, it threatens to shatter the illusion of the man she once loved, forcing her to choose between vengeance, survival, and a passion she never expected./0/68901/coverorgin.jpg?v=6708441338c0b2d32e34cc91677bfe4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dante's Law
In a world ruled by power, betrayal, and blood feuds, two lives collide in a whirlwind of violence and forbidden love. Dante Bianchi, a fearsome mafia boss with a cold heart and ruthless precision, is torn between his thirst for revenge and an unexpected passion for Francesca, the fiery daughter of a baker whose father's unpaid debts plunge her into Dante's dangerous world. Francesca, a woman of fierce independence and sharp wit, refuses to be a pawn in anyone's game, least of all Dante's. What begins as a master-owner relationship quickly transforms as Francesca's strength and spirit spark something inside Dante he thought long dead. Yet, their love is threatened at every turn by the criminal empire that binds them. As their bond deepens, so does the war between Dante and his enemies, particularly Enrico Rossi, a rival mob boss seeking to avenge the brutal death of his brother, Lorenzo, at Dante's hands. Enrico vows to destroy everything Dante holds dear, triggering a battle for supremacy that leaves blood in its wake. With betrayal lurking in every shadow, Dante must navigate the murky underworld with cunning, facing threats from all sides. As the conflict spirals, family loyalties, past grievances, and love collide in a violent storm. With Francesca's life hanging in the balance, Dante and Enrico waging war, only one question remains-who will emerge victorious when the smoke clears, and at what cost?/0/88693/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d993f16fa290b218f09b6b11d13e19a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Forgotten Night
She was his mistake. He became her cage. But fate made them each other's salvation. When Annabelle woke up sore and confused after her graduation night, she fled the hotel room-never knowing the man she left behind would haunt her forever. Years later, she's trapped in the mansion of billionaire Richard Barton, forced to become his mistress. He wants revenge. She wants freedom. Neither expects the shattered pieces of their past to fit so cruelly together. A sick child. A secret identity. A marriage neither asked for. And a love that neither can deny. Just when things begin to heal, a scandal rips them apart again. But love has its own agenda-and secrets don't stay buried forever. Will Annabelle ever forgive him? Can Richard protect her from the enemies she once called family?/0/80258/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdb692e1adcca211539a0fc1508da0ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ROSES ON FIRE
"You bastards! You're worthless! How can you not bring me that woman?" I shouted nervously looking around me at how pathetic my people were. Everyone was silent, and that made me even more p*ss*d off. I had already exited through the back door of the auditorium, so nothing stopped me from spilling my guts on those who disobeyed my orders. So, I punched in all directions and I knocked down whoever fell victim to my fury of blows to the ground. I punched until I was literally tired. "I must have this woman! Do you understand? You will bring her to me whether she wants it!"/1/103294/coverorgin.jpg?v=ca96ee20c6e9334e1c3a3a34d340d29e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Traded A Diamond For Cheap Glass
I was the "Ice Queen," the perfect Mafia wife who managed the De Luca empire's millions while my husband, Alessandro, played the part of the feared Underboss. I thought my silence and competence earned me respect. That was until I woke up in the estate's medical bay with a shattered leg. My saddle had snapped mid-jump. It wasn't wear and tear; it was sabotage. Lying in the dark, feigning sleep, I heard Alessandro whispering outside my door with his enforcer. "The buckle was filed down," the enforcer said urgently. "Aria tampered with it. She could have broken her neck." I waited for Alessandro’s rage. I waited for him to execute the mistress who tried to kill his wife. Instead, his voice was cold and dismissive. "Bury it," Alessandro ordered. "It’s just a broken leg. Aria was upset about the credit cards. She just wanted to teach Katarina a lesson." A lesson. My husband wasn't just cheating on me; he was protecting the woman who tried to cripple me. Three days later, at the Family Charity Gala, he humiliated me publicly. He outbid me for my grandmother's heirloom necklace and clasped it around Aria's neck while I watched from my wheelchair. He thought I was broken. He thought I was just a piece of furniture to be rearranged. He didn't know I had bugged the entire villa while I was recovering. He didn't know I had the recordings of what Aria was really doing when he wasn't looking. I gripped the USB drive in my pocket and signaled the tech team to lock the doors. The statue was broken, but he was about to learn that shattered ice is sharp enough to slit a throat./1/116921/coverorgin.jpg?v=0888eaf324e0edaf666ace4c7fb92820&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Forgiveness For The Broken Capo
I spent three years building an empire with my husband, Lorenzo, the ruthless Mafia Capo. But today, he forced me to kneel and pin a wedding gown on his pregnant mistress. "Sign the asset division papers and walk away with nothing," he ordered coldly. He wanted me gone so he could crown Vivian as the true mother of his bloodline. When I tried to leave with my own design blueprints, he ordered his men to smash my boutique to pieces. He shoved me onto the shattered glass, and a searing pain ripped through my abdomen. As I lay there bleeding out, my authentic pregnancy ultrasound slipped from my bag. Lorenzo thought it was a desperate lie. "Your dead fetus is paying the price for Vivian's true heir," he cursed. He tore the scan to shreds, locked the heavy steel shutters from the outside, and drove away with his mistress, leaving me to die in the dark. I lost my baby and my womb on that cold floor, all while he prepared a grand proposal for a woman who was secretly barren. He thought my quiet compliance meant I was broken. But I survived. Standing in the shadows of the International Syndicate Gala, I calmly plugged a burner phone into the master projection system. It was time to show the entire underworld her fake silicone belly, and watch Lorenzo's world burn to ashes./1/109784/coverorgin.jpg?v=d66933c5d35d3955fb16ad7b93ba1f2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Melting His Iced Heart
The sound of loud slapping windows jolted her from her sleep. She carefully got down from the bed, walking towards the window to shut it closed. She froze instantly, turning cold with fear at the familiar figure standing right outside her window. She staggered backwards. "No," she shook her head in disbelief, but that didn't stop him from jumping through her window. She ran for the door, desperately trying to unlock it, but it wasn't even budging. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms clammy, and then she felt his large presence behind her, slamming his hand on the door right beside her head. She slowly turned to find those cold gray eyes staring at her. She trembled. "H-how did you f-find me?" A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, his eyes shining with an evil glint. "Didn't I tell you, Lilian? You run, I chase." His hand shot to her throat, his thumb caressing it gently, and then he covered the distance between them, leaning in for his hot breath to fan her neck. His hand held her small waist, pulling her impossibly closer to himself. "Now you must be punished, princess." In a bid to escape her cold husband and her cruel family, Lilian finds herself in an even more dangerous situation that either mends or breaks her./0/54953/coverorgin.jpg?v=7441efa32fb71b51c0210df6bda95ea6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kidnapped By The Cold Mafia King
Ellie's life changes when she goes on vacation and stumbles on a drug deal that she's not supposed to see. She finds herself kidnapped and and smuggled across the border to Mexico. Her life is now in the hands of Tristan Russo a handsome and powerful cartel leader. Tristan promises to not kill her as long as she agrees to obey him, from the moment he lays eyes on her Tristan is drawn to Ellie and after he gets a taste of her he wants more and Tristan always gets what he wants./1/103296/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f3f75a1dc641ac00f4f5532c2e5e680&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Final Score: When The Wife Walks Away
I didn't keep a ledger to save my marriage to the Chicago Underboss. I kept it to justify ending it. Every time Blake chose his "childhood friend" Ariana over me, I deducted points. When he left me burning in a gallery fire to save her? Minus twenty. When he gave her my grandmother's brooch? Minus fifteen. But the score finally hit zero on the night of the storm. Blake abandoned me at a cemetery with a broken leg because Ariana called him about a flat tire. Alone in the rain, unable to run, I was struck by a semi-truck. As I bled out on the operating table, the doctors begged Blake—the head trauma surgeon—for the O-negative blood reserve codes. He refused. He ordered them to save the blood for Ariana, just in case her "panic attack" turned into shock. He didn't know the dying patient was his wife. Because of that decision, my body shut down to protect my vital organs. I survived, but the eight-week-old heartbeat inside me stopped. He killed his own son to treat his mistress's anxiety. I woke up in an empty room and pulled out the black book one last time. "Minus five points. Killed our child for her reserve." I signed the divorce papers, wiped my fingerprints from the penthouse, and vanished. Two years later, I returned to Chicago as a celebrated architect. And the man who once ruled the city was kneeling in the rain at my feet, begging for a love he had already slaughtered./1/116923/coverorgin.jpg?v=eedcdc6f1f7f8340bf64e0cb43888aca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Enemy: The Jilted Queen
I was seven months pregnant with the Falcone mafia heir when his mother slid a stack of hush money across the table. That was how I found out my husband had completely forged our marriage registry. He was legally married to someone else—Gianna, the orphan girl I had taken a knife for and bled on the asphalt to save five years ago. To protect his real wife's position, his mother demanded my "bastard" child be erased and shoved me down the grand staircase. Xander was standing right below us. He reached out, but when he saw his mother's warning glare, he made a cold, calculated choice and deliberately pulled his hand back. He just watched me fall. My body slammed against the hard wooden steps, and I woke up in a sterile hospital bed with a flat stomach. My baby was gone. My father took a bullet to the heart to save Xander's life when we were kids. I gave up everything for him, yet he degraded me to a hidden mistress while dressing the traitorous girl I saved in five-million-dollar diamonds. Gianna even barged into my hospital room, rubbing her own swollen belly to mock my dead child. I didn't scream or cry. I just calmly pulled out my encrypted phone, retrieved the hidden security footage of Xander letting me fall, and dialed the rival syndicate's Don. "I possess leverage that will dismantle Xander Falcone's standing. Are you interested?"/1/103621/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b67caca237616de6fe019b0eb031cb5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Heard His Mind: The Don's Regret
I was naked in the bed of the most dangerous Capo in New York when I heard his mind whisper the name of the woman he actually wanted. It wasn't me. My husband, Dante, moved over me with cold precision, but his thoughts were screaming for Sofia, a soldier's widow he claimed to protect out of "honor." I possess a secret that makes me a freak: I can hear the thoughts of men. And Dante’s mind was a torture chamber of devotion to another woman. I found the deed to a luxury penthouse he bought for her. I watched her parade around in a dress he bought for me, hearing her mental triumph as she thought about rubbing her scent all over it. Refusing to be a placeholder in my own marriage, I left my wedding ring on his desk and fled to Las Vegas to build my own empire. I thought I had escaped. Until the divorce papers arrived in the mail, signed by him. I stood in my shop, heartbroken, believing he had finally discarded me to be with his true love. But then the phone rang. "Dante didn't sign those papers, Elena. He’s in the ICU." My blood ran cold. "He took two bullets to the chest. He started a war to distract the enemy from finding you." He hadn't chosen her. He was dying for me. I tore up the papers and booked a private jet. If the Grim Reaper wanted my husband, he would have to get through me first./0/64363/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a1824700a96eb8b5c6b72a4c56ad4d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Arranged To The Masked Mafia King
One casual visit to her father's study; an unplanned collision with the malevolent Russian Bratva mafia boss plunged her life into a downward spiral. Forced to marry him for an alliance that bordered on keeping her family's business stronger, she had no choice but to accept her fate after an unsuccessful attempt at absconding right before the wedding. But with each new discovery about him, she realized that the masked husband she despised so much had several layers that tugged at her heartstrings, giving her no choice but to fall deeply for him. However, what happens when the dreary and dark secrets from his past resurfaces and threatens to disrupt not just their blooming relationship and his position as Capo, but their existence as well?/1/116924/coverorgin.jpg?v=21108254109146e1b1d1a905427bd900&imageMogr2/format/webp)
