Mafia Books for Women
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Sold to the mafia lord
(ADULT CONTENT) Lucia - I had gotten to the point in my life where I could totally understand why people felt the need to take their own life. It was a need a lot of people thought they understood but in reality didn't even know the half of it. I would know because it was a need I constantly battled with. My life was complete shit. I'd lost my parents at a young age, been tossed from one abusive chaotic home to the other until I'd finally decided I couldn't take it anymore and had run away. Only running away had made it worse. Way worse. Because living on the streets I witnessed a lot of things no young girl should ever witness. Then for a moment it seemed like I'd found love. He was kind, caring and sweet. But even that didn't last. I told myself then that I was completely done. At first I didn't want to live at all. Later on, I just wanted to live long enough to get my revenge on everyone who had dared to make my life miserable. I never expected I would want to live for him. Bruno - Inheriting a ruthless top mafia gang at a very young age did a lot of damage to someone. It certainly did a whole lot of damage to me. Fucked me up so bad I could no longer tell what was right from what was wrong. I could no longer separate what I needed to do from what I wanted to do. And it was fine, really. I didn't give a flying fuck what anyone thought about it. It was who I was now and there was no going back. At least that was what I'd thought. Until I'd met Lucia. I still couldn't explain it but seeing her up there, hands tied above her head as she waited for whatever asshole was going to buy her at the auction caused some kind of reaction in me. It was enough to tell me that I should probably let someone else buy her so she could be their problem. Unfortunately I'd never been one to stop myself from making a wrong decision. So I bought her anyway. And who would have guessed? She turned out to be the best decision I'd ever made./1/114594/coverorgin.jpg?v=b95e806fd01d6c01bf423d1a62498da2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose Her Lies, I Chose Revenge
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return./1/119601/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f4946b45bef3d9aaf62cac4b2fbeb93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mafia Don: I Am Free
For three years, I surrendered my nights and bartered my own prospects to build a flawless legitimate business empire for my fiancé, Domenico, the most feared heir in the mafia syndicate. But as I was finishing the final ledger to secure his seat as Don, a flight confirmation popped up on his phone. He had booked two first-class tickets to a high-level mafia summit in Sicily—for himself and Lyla, the girl who had been actively trying to destroy my life. When Domenico walked into the room, he didn't explain. Instead, he complained I was working too slowly. He used the threat of breaking our arranged marriage as a leash, demanding I finish his work. Lyla rushed in, playing the innocent victim, and Domenico immediately wrapped a comforting arm around her waist. He looked at me with cold, vacant eyes and issued his final ultimatum. "Apologize to her, and know your place, or you will be nothing to the Family." His soldiers sneered, waiting eagerly for me to crawl back and beg for the future Don's favor. I stared at the arrogant man I had sacrificed my youth for. The dutiful beat of my heart, which had hammered out a rhythm for him alone, simply went still. The great, heavy anchor of my loyalty dissolved into a strange weightlessness. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly stood up, walked over to the industrial shredder, and fed every single page of his commercial blueprint into the blades. "The betrothal is dead," I told him, watching his future turn to confetti. "I owe neither of you a single word."/0/74078/coverorgin.jpg?v=de77d62c47f74d1d9478185759dde2f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled With The Mafia
Amelia George is given an irresistible offer. Devon Tyler, her brother's best friend and her old crush, offers her the opportunity of a lifetime. A favor for a favor. His offer is simple enough. He needs a name, a single name. The only problem is she'll have to infiltrate the formidable Keller Family and get close and personal with the boss, the condescending Damien Keller. She doesn't expect her life to change so drastically, nor for her ruthless boss to fall in love with her. Desperate, she uses his love for her to extract the information she needs, but everything comes tumbling down when a secret is uncovered that ruins everything./0/60312/coverorgin.jpg?v=86b7ec7ba6aec587df4b16c2703a1a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Charmed By The Mafia King
Warning: This book is really dark, filled with imaginations of darkness you can can think of. If you're below the age of 18. I advise you that you read with discretion. He stared at me with cold, dark eyes. Pushing me against the wall with his hand around my throat, he growled, "Do you know the ways I could fuck the answer out of you? The things I could do to you, can you imagine it? I'll ask you again, what did you see in my black bag?" His dark eyes were scary but the thought of fucking the truth out of me was entertaining, I replied confused and scared "No-, Nothing" Maximo, a scary-looking bulky guy and the leader of the most feared Mafia on earth fell victim to a prank which I do occasionally, especially to scary-looking people. It's like a test to know how much power I have as a woman but this time it went south as the man I decided to prank one rainy Friday night became a bone stuck in my throat for the rest of my days, I could not get him out. My lovely sharp bone. Aurora, a lovely girl, gentle on the outside but wild on the inside, plays men like cards but she can't to this man, Max Lucado. He was everything she wanted in a man/1/104584/coverorgin.jpg?v=774aab6a6a3be6899d1903e97a92ea52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadows of the Vow (You Fuck With Darkness, You See Shadows)
She entered his world as prey. Now, she's learning to bite back. After her mother's death, Annabelle Gracia seeks fragile solace in the flower shop-until her father trades her to Antonioni D'Angélo, the ruthless mafia billionaire known as The Shadow King. Nights with him burn with pain, pleasure, and control. His coldness shields a heart hunted by a dangerous fraternity, one that will not forgive tenderness-love is a risk he cannot afford. Yet desire refuses to be silenced. In their world, love is weakness, and weakness could destroy them both. Antonioni is not just another mafia heir; he is a force who commands the world's shadows. Beyond the empire most will never see: high-stakes deals in European marketplaces, clandestine arms trades, and the quiet power of a man who moves money, influence, and danger across continents. Once fragile, she rises. No longer a pawn, she becomes his fiercest ally and mafia queen, his quiet hope. But betrayal is never far, and enemies wait in the shadows. When Nora, the daughter of one of their deadliest rivals, enters their world, alliances shatter, and danger multiplies. In a world ruled by secrets and scars, can love save them... or destroy them?/1/118820/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260605151541&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Took The Crown And His Empire
I elevated my husband, Julian, from a low-level mafia soldier to a powerful Underboss. I gave him money, power, and prestige, thinking I had found a loyal king to stand beside me. But I stumbled upon an anonymous underworld forum where a civilian woman was bragging about her three-year affair with him. She posted pictures of the bite marks he left on her and boasted about the luxury penthouse he bought her. When I slapped the divorce papers in front of him, he didn't apologize. Instead, he moved her into a safehouse right across the street, reassigned my personal guards to protect her, and allowed her to throw scalding soup in my face. Worse, he orchestrated a massive smear campaign against me. He coerced my own men to frame me for extortion, demanding I step down so his pregnant mistress could take my place. "You are simply too dominant, darling. A man must do what is necessary to protect his new family." He chuckled over the phone, threatening to ruin my family's operations if I didn't publicly kneel and apologize to her. He truly thought my love made me weak, using the very empire I built to cage me. But he forgot one crucial detail. Before I was his wife, I was the sole heir to the Falcone syndicate. I picked up my secure line to freeze every single one of his assets. It was time to show him what a real Vendetta looked like./1/116787/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260521202227&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Ex-Fiancée? The Ruthless Mafia Heiress!
I was supposed to be his wife. Instead, he made me his punchline. For five years, I hid who I was to build a life with Dominic. I patched up his wounds, bankrolled his dreams, and convinced myself his coldness was just the pressure of the game. I curated the flowers, the music, the guest list—three hundred pages of love poured into a single day. He repayed me by planting a microphone and a mistress. I heard everything. The mockery. The plot to humiliate me in front of five hundred guests. The sound of his lips on hers. So I did the one thing he never expected. I walked. But Dominic doesn't know the girl he discarded. He doesn't know that the cheap silver key around my neck opens a different kind of legacy. He doesn't know that my real name is Seraphina Vitale, heiress to an empire that runs on blood and silence—and that I’ve just spoken the one word that will burn his world to the ground. Papa. Now he’s searching for me. He’s learning what he lost. And watching me fall for the powerful, patient man who’s been waiting for me for six years is the kind of agony no bullet could ever inflict. A standalone mafia romance where the forgotten girl holds all the cards, and the man who broke her learns that some vows—once broken—can never be mended./1/114597/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260507150604&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Was Never His Real Wife
My little brother's heart monitor was screaming its final warning. I called my husband, Dante Volkov, the ruthless underworld king whose life I'd saved years ago. He had promised to send his elite medical team. "I'm handling an emergency," he snapped, then hung up. An hour later, my brother was dead. I found out what Dante's "emergency" was from his mistress's social media. He had sent his team of world-class surgeons to deliver her cat's kittens. My brother died for a litter of cats. When Dante finally called, he didn't even apologize. I could hear her voice in the background, asking him to come back to bed. He even forgot my brother was dead, offering to buy him a new toy to replace the one his mistress deliberately crushed. This was the man who had promised to protect me, to make my high school tormentors pay. Now, he was holding that very tormentor, Seraphina, in his arms. Then came the final blow: a call from the clerk's office revealed our seven-year marriage was a sham. The certificate was a forgery. I was never his wife. I was just a possession he was tired of. After he left me to die in a car crash for Seraphina, I made one call. I texted a rival mob heir I hadn't spoken to in years: "I need to disappear. I'm calling it in."/1/118821/coverorgin.jpg?v=42a75bf554dd9d9939724c644172c394&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kneel Before Your Ex-Wife, Ruthless Boss
For seven years, I secretly funneled my family's wealth to build my husband's mafia empire, even paying exorbitant black-market fees to keep his dying mother alive. But today, Julian threw annulment papers onto the mahogany table. He wrapped a possessive arm around his mistress, proudly announcing to a room of armed men that she was carrying his heir. "Sign the papers and walk away, or my men will consign your body to the river," Julian commanded. He mocked me as a fruitless branch, completely useless to his legacy. His mistress smirked, aggressively demanding I get on my knees and beg for her forgiveness. The entire room of hardened killers erupted into coarse laughter, reveling in the ultimate humiliation of a discarded, barren wife. They had no idea about the secret I buried. Six years ago, a piece of shrapnel in a drive-by shooting had rendered Julian permanently sterile. To protect his life and fragile pride in a brutal syndicate that despised weak men, I had sworn myself to absolute silence and taken all the insults. I had given him everything, only to be thrown away for a child that couldn't possibly be his. Looking into the cruel eyes of the man I had shielded for half a decade, my last vestige of naive hope withered. I calmly signed the annulment without a moment's hesitation. Then, I pulled out my phone to call the Consigliere of New York's ultimate Don—my father—ready to reduce Julian's holdings to ash./1/118352/coverorgin.jpg?v=3edcf2729cc5c1efaa7622c02cc60bd2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Return of the Queen: He Chose His Mistress Over My Son
My five-year-old son stumbled into the hall, his cheek marred by the livid, blistering print of a hand. My phone buzzed with a message from my husband’s mistress, warning me to teach my brat some manners before she taught him a real lesson. Franco Moretti, my husband and the acting Boss of the Romano Syndicate, had allowed his mistress to strike the heir to our empire. When I confronted him, he dismissed the assault as a mere reflex and demanded I stop being dramatic. The silence that followed was heavy and cold. I realized then that my years of playing the docile, obedient wife had only invited disrespect upon my own blood. My mother-in-law echoed his coldness, telling me to look the other way for the sake of peace, as if my son’s pain were merely a trifle to be ignored. I looked at Leo, his small shoulders shaking with quiet sobs, and felt something ancient and hard wake up within me. The man I had married—the predator who ruled Chicago with an iron fist—believed I was weak, a shadow that existed only to serve his crown. He had mistaken my silence for stupidity and my restraint for submission. I stared at the countdown on my phone, the numbers marking the final moments of my long, hollow marriage. I had spent four years playing the role of a placid wife, but the script had dissolved the moment his mistress touched my child. I tapped the screen, silenced my alarm, and ended the call. The time for talk was over; the vendetta had begun./1/119760/coverorgin.jpg?v=17299dca4161921da7300dfa51a61f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By The Queen: A Don's Revenge
I washed my hands of blood and gave up my undisputed underworld throne to build my wife, Lucia, a pristine corporate empire. But tonight, I caught her male secretary breaking into my encrypted mafia files. Instead of punishing the rat for breaching Omertà, Lucia shielded him behind her back and demanded I apologize to him. "You are acting like a street thug, not a husband." She called my mafia heritage a toxic paranoia and threatened to freeze my access to the very accounts I created. When the secretary shattered my late mother's priceless emerald heirloom, she protected him again, telling me to stop acting like a savage over a piece of jewelry. She even stood by while he mocked the unspeakable torture I had willingly endured in a cartel basement years ago just to secure her safe release. For five long years, I played the quiet, supportive husband, taking bullets and laundering funds to give her a legitimate crown. Yet she chose to hand the keys of our empire to a treacherous parasite, dismissing the blood I spilled for her as dirt. I looked at the woman I had once sworn an eternal blood oath to protect, feeling the last thread of my humanity snap. I felt no grief, only a profound and cold clarity as I realized my sacrifices meant absolutely nothing. "Our blood oath is dead, Lucia." I signed the annulment papers, liquidated every cent of the blood money backing her company, and threw her to the wolves./0/85031/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205606&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Gambler's Wife: A Blood Betrayal
The delivery room was cold, the sterile white walls closing in on me as my newborn son, Leo, fought for every breath down the hall. Then my husband, Liam, called, his voice a panicked whisper: "Ava, I'm in big trouble. I owe six point sixty-six million dollars to 'The Gambler.' If I don't pay, he'll kill me." I emptied our savings, sold my father's cherished comic collection, maxed out high-interest loans, and worked myself to the bone for four agonizing years while Leo battled his own health issues. I even sold my blood, twice a week, because Liam said it was the only thing keeping him alive, that we shared a rare blood type. Finally, I had the money. But when I delivered the duffel bag of cash, "The Gambler's" henchman told me the price had gone up to sixteen point sixty-six million, showing me video proof of Liam being tortured, screaming in agony. Then I walked into a lavish VIP room, ready to beg for his life, only to find Liam, unbruised and in an expensive suit, draped around a stunning woman who looked eerily like me. He wasn't tortured. He was The Gambler. "The blood wasn't for him, darling," his mistress, Scarlett, purred, "It was for me. I needed a little 'top-up.' You were a walking blood bank." My sacrifices, my love, my life-all a lie. He looked at me, a hollowed-out wreck, and called me a failed "evaluation." Then, he threw a pittance of my own money on the floor: "Now get out. You're not welcome here anymore." My world shattered. My son was sick, fighting for his life, and my husband didn't just not care, he was the monster who had profited from our agony. But when he demanded I continue to be his mistress's blood bank, even as Leo lay dying in the hospital, something inside me snapped. "The blood bank is closed. Permanently," I told him, hanging up the phone. He sent his thugs to the hospital to take Leo. My son, my dying son, was just another resource to him. "Mommy?" Leo's tiny voice echoed over the walkie-talkie, Liam's phone still connected to the thugs. "Is... is Daddy there?" That pure, innocent question, crashing through Liam's carefully constructed lie, was all the opening I needed. My son was gone, taken by the man who was supposed to protect him. Now, I would watch Liam's world burn./0/66415/coverorgin.jpg?v=e517e71e7bd947759c12305539e82293&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Let Me Go, Mr. Mafia
"I must have her back within 24 hours, without a single strand of her hair harmed." In a world where loyalty is a rare luxury, Vivian's father seals her fate by selling her to Lincoln Rizzo New York's most feared mafia king. Lincoln Rizzo, infamous for his ruthless rule, harbors an unusual weakness: an allergy to women. Yet, when Vivian enters his life, everything changes. For the first time, Lincoln's deadly obsession finds a focus. Vivian, the only woman he can touch, ignites an unrelenting passion within him. He brought Vivian into his world as payment for her father's debt. But anyone who plays a game with Lincoln must pay dearly. When Vivian arrives at Lincoln mansion, he sets strict rules for her-rules no one dares to defy. But Vivian is different. What happens when she breaks each of the rules set for her? What happens when Vivian becomes Lincoln's possession? What happens when Vivian becomes his weakness? And when Vivian is kidnapped, Lincoln vows to destroy anyone who stands between him and her safe return./0/85344/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205924&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Burned Alive, Reborn Anew
The smell of gasoline and burning flesh clung to my last breath, a horrific perfume of my own end. My wife, Olivia, and her grandmother, the woman I' d sacrificed everything to save, celebrated my agonizing death. "You staged the kidnapping, you killed my lover and my son, how dare you still be alive!" Olivia shrieked, as flames licked at the cage they' d locked me in. Her grandmother, my supposed savior, added, "You couldn' t give me a child, so you targeted my grandson, I' ll teach you a lesson you\'ll never forget!" I died watching them smile, consumed by fire, bewildered by their monstrous accusations. I had given my family' s entire fortune to rescue her grandmother, even taken multiple stab wounds in the process. The media had hailed me as a hero, "the ultimate proof of our love," but it meant nothing to them. Olivia' s lover, Ethan Hayes, jealous of the attention, had tragically drowned with their son, Lucas, and they blamed me. They smiled as I burned alive, a fool who gave everything and received only contempt. Then, a frantic, insistent ringing pierced the fiery memory. My eyes snapped open. I wasn't in a burning cage; I was in my bed, the one I shared with Olivia. The calendar on my phone screamed a terrifying truth: it was the fifth anniversary of my marriage, the very day her grandmother was kidnapped. I was back, forced to relive the nightmare. But this time, I wouldn't be the fuel for their fire. I silenced the phone, the urgent ringing of the kidnappers cut short. This time, their fate was their own./0/63443/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c67f31139df04c49582a19d663f44a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ana's legacy
Following the death of her father the only surviving child Ana Marson, left college to secure her birthright in Monaco through a marriage contract with Armani Ortega the head of the Ortega family, one of the highest-ranking families and mafia in Monaco. On her arrival, she faces several complications as Armani is already in a relationship with Sofia Arison, the daughter of another high-ranking mafia. Ana has to enact the contract and force him to marry her in exchange for a joint partnership in her family's oil well to entice the agreement and keep her legacy. He eventually leaves Sofia and marries Ana. Ana faces challenges with keeping the inheritance as there was a catch to the contract, due to an outstanding clause that states that if she divorced him, she loses her inheritance. Romance sparks between the both of them and the marriage becomes easier but Fueled with jealousy and hatred, Sofia comes after Ana making sure she destroys every inch of her happiness but then goes too far in the process which breaks a war out between both families. Will they be able to make Sofia pay and at what cost? Find out more in the book!/1/119604/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260610191126&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Regretful Don: The Queen You Threw Away
I was the Gold-Tier Fixer of the syndicate, promised to the lethal Underboss, Dante. We had bled on the same battlefields to conquer the eastern seaboard. But ever since he took in his new mentee, Mia, I became invisible. For three years, he canceled our Mafia Blood Oath seventeen different times to be by her side. On our third engagement anniversary, he rushed home at noon not to see me, but to grab a bespoke diamond necklace for Mia's birthday. When he finally returned late at night, he tossed a cheap, last-minute duplicate purse on my table. "I need you to step down from your position as Gold-Tier Fixer and give the title to Mia," he said, his voice laced with absolute entitlement. "Let her have it." Before I could even respond, Mia called about a minor security issue, and he immediately headed for the door, swearing we would finally take our vows the next morning. I stared at the two identical bags sitting untouched in my closet, realizing every gift he ever gave me was thoughtless garbage compared to the treasures he showered on her. I had spent eight years smelling of unscented soap just to please him, yet he let the heavy scent of Mia's roses soak right into his collar. I was a fool squandering my talents on a man who had already buried our vows. The next morning, I didn't go to the sanctuary. I dropped my resignation papers on the Capo's desk, permanently blocked Dante's number, and boarded a one-way flight to Paris. This time, I chose to build an empire for myself./0/82372/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106200339&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Sister's Shadow, His Family's Downfall
For seven long years, I built my life in Las Vegas, brick by careful brick. I was Ava, Marcus Thorne' s shadow, his loyal dog-cold, calculating, and feared. But it was all a lie. My true name burned deep inside: avenger. My half-sister, Sarah, loved Marcus. His family-wicked and powerful-took her. A whispered ritual. A sacrifice. Sarah, my sole childhood kindness, was brutally stolen. I endured Marcus' s cruelties, cleaned his messes, and fought his women, all while he saw only Sarah' s ghost in my reflection. I even staged public meltdowns and self-harm, meticulously crafting a dangerously obsessed image, solidifying my crazed devotion. Why Sarah? Why my kind sister for their unspeakable rituals? The Thornes' dark whispers forged my grief into a precise, cold fire of revenge. Her profound injustice and their unshakeable power fueled my every move. I became pure darkness, plotting patient destruction. I would burn their entire world down, as they burned mine. Marcus Thorne, seeing his dead love in my eyes, would unwittingly light the match. He just didn' t know it yet. Seven years was a long wait. For Sarah, I had eternity. My trap is set, and they are already marching into the flames./1/119135/coverorgin.jpg?v=3cfa3eb3f30f5b5b506f943730d74292&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When His Apology Comes Five Years Late
My husband, mafia Don Leo Falcone, detonated the door to my safehouse with forged syndicate papers in hand. He came to force me to take the fall for his mistress, Serena, threatening to cut off my sister Chloe's medical funds if I refused. What he didn't know was that Chloe had already succumbed to her agony three years ago because Serena stole her money. And he didn't know that I had bled out in a dark alley five years before that. He had exiled me to protect Serena, and I was cornered and stabbed thirteen times by the relatives of the rivals his syndicate killed. Suspended near the ceiling as a ghost, I watched him aggressively demand my whereabouts, fully believing I was just throwing a tantrum. "If she does not show up in three days to sign these papers, I will cut off every single dime," he threatened. It wasn't until his Tracker handed him my cremation documents and the gruesome crime scene photos that he finally broke. For five years, he had pampered the true venomous snake while I rotted in the ground, paying for her fatal mistakes with my life. I watched the invincible Don reduced to a sobbing wreck, feeling no pity at all. After personally sending Serena to a federal supermax, Leo returned to our old apartment, swallowed a bottle of pills, and slumped against the wall to die. "This time, I am not looking for anyone else. Just you," he whispered. But as he took his final rattling breath, I simply turned away and left him in the dark forever./1/112879/coverorgin.jpg?v=e540eed3b705429e31cd513590efbedc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
