Mafia Books for Women
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Jilted Wife? I Am The Underworld Boss
I am the head of the Bianco syndicate. I trusted my quiet, civilian husband, Simon, to guard my ancestral estate while I expanded our legitimate empire out of state. I rushed home after receiving an alert that my five-million-dollar property was sold, only to find Simon cradling a newborn baby with his mistress in my desecrated courtyard. The mistress, Rachel, smugly declared she now owned my house and my husband, using a forged divorce agreement and IDs Simon had secretly stolen from my private safe. "Simon divorcing you was an escape from misery, because no real man wants a cold machine in his bed." They played the victims for the live-streaming neighbors, and Rachel tossed my late father's sacred mafia relics into the mud, stomping on his photograph and laughing about melting his legacy for scrap metal. I stared at the pathetic coward I had married, sickened and bewildered that the man who once vowed to protect my home could steal my inheritance and casually destroy my bloodline's honor for a cheap affair. As the local police tried to arrest me for defending my father's memory, my syndicate's armored convoy suddenly barricaded the street, and I prepared to leave the traitors nothing but ashes./1/100382/coverorgin.jpg?v=98eca9353a7f43dce1fbab16dfc5e227&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Saved Her, I Lost Our Child
For three years, I kept a secret ledger of my husband's sins. A point system to decide exactly when I would leave Blake Santos, the ruthless Underboss of Chicago. I thought the final straw would be him forgetting our anniversary dinner to comfort his "childhood friend," Ariana. I was wrong. The real breaking point came when the restaurant ceiling collapsed. In that split second, Blake didn't look at me. He dove to his right, shielding Ariana with his body, leaving me to be crushed under a half-ton crystal chandelier. I woke up in a sterile hospital room with a shattered leg and a hollow womb. The doctor, trembling and pale, told me my eight-week-old fetus hadn't survived the trauma and blood loss. "We tried to get the O-negative reserves," he stammered, refusing to meet my eyes. "But Dr. Santos ordered us to hold them. He said Miss Whitfield might go into shock from her injuries." "What injuries?" I whispered. "A laceration on her finger," the doctor admitted. "And anxiety." He let our unborn child die to save the blood reserves for his mistress’s paper cut. Blake finally walked into my room hours later, smelling of Ariana’s perfume, expecting me to be the dutiful, silent wife who understood his "duty." Instead, I picked up my pen and wrote the final entry in my black leather book. *Minus five points. He killed our child.* *Total Score: Zero.* I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just signed the divorce papers, called my extraction team, and vanished into the rain before he could turn around./0/86772/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250806155842&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Deadly Obsession.
Aurelio Giovanni is the second in command of THE DARK BULLS, one of the biggest mafia empire in Los Angeles, he's the underboss He ruthless, to him "second chance" doesn't exist in his vocabulary Just like air, one never knows his next move. He can be as calm as a gentle breeze but the next minute, a raging hurricane What happens when he sets eye on 22 years old Amour who's just curious to discover the world around her? "This.. Is just the highest level of my kindness compared to what I can do. Remember this, you're mine! Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever I want with... No one else... But me" How did both of them meet? What happens when Aurelio claims Amour as his possession?/0/67061/coverorgin.jpg?v=2beb1f72134fb9bb6a20402a8a985c2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Raven And Her Wolves
"Girls like you aren't exactly welcomed at a place like this, so keep your head down and look the other way." Those were the exact words of my social worker when she dropped me in my newest hellhole, a place for "troubled teens." I didn't listen, and now I'm on their radar. They expect me to play along in their games of hierarchy, to fall in line in the social order they've deemed me fit. Too bad for them, I don't follow rules. Too bad for me, they're determined to make sure I do. Inconceivably attractive and treated like kings...these are the boys of Brayshaw High. And I'm the girl who got in their way./0/81297/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106195136&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Daughter Who Refused to Break
Emily Callahan had finally done it. Full scholarship to the state university, a dream come true for her and a testament to her late father' s legacy, her mother Susan beaming with pride from their beloved Sunrise Cafe. But the aroma of coffee turned to the stench of fear when local crime boss Paddy O' Doyle, whose offers for the cafe were always refused, stormed in. What began as intimidation quickly became a brutal assault, leaving Susan battered and their cafe in ruins. This attack was no isolated incident; it was just the first domino. The police chief turned a blind eye, revealing a pervasive corruption that shielded the O' Doyles from justice. Emily' s scholarship was mysteriously revoked, her future snatched away. Then came the orchestrated smear campaign, turning the community against her, followed by a terrifying home invasion where her dog was brutally murdered and her father' s cherished Medal of Honor desecrated. Now, even her mother' s vital medical care was at risk. How could a hero' s family be so horribly betrayed and abandoned, their pleas for justice met with silence or outright hostility by the very system meant to protect them? The injustice burned, transforming her grief into a searing rage. With every official avenue blocked and nowhere left to turn, Emily clutched her father' s Medal of Honor, a symbol of everything good and true, and embarked on a desperate cross-country journey to seek out the only man who could possibly help: her father' s former commanding officer, a four-star General./0/73006/coverorgin.jpg?v=fdc0fb821d349e988c12aae4dac92818&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled With The Merciless Mafia Don
Elena Russo lost the one person who meant the world to her-her brother, and ever since then, she has been deeply fueled by the strong urge for revenge on the family that murdered him. She dedicated her life to this cause as an understated waitress by day and a renowned genius hacker in the Mafia underworld by night. All her efforts to track down the Moretti family were useless. Everyone knew who they were, yet no one knew them. What happens when Elena decides to loosen up on a certain night and recklessly has a one-night stand with the same man she had been searching for all her life-Luca Moretti? And when she finds herself falling deeply for this same person, and facing a shocking revelation that all she had believed for years was nothing but a lie, what happens next? Why don't you find out?/1/118373/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260602134724&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ice: The Mafia Don's Regret
Seven years ago, my Mafia Underboss husband diverted our only rescue helicopter to his mistress. He left our five-year-old son to freeze to death in my arms on a freezing mountain. He believed I threw myself off the cliff with our boy's body that night. But I crawled out of the ice, changed my face, and spent seven agonizing years becoming the underworld's most ruthless extraction specialist. Tonight, Lucas—now the Don of the Regional Syndicate—stepped into my tactical outpost. He didn't recognize the heavily scarred woman standing before him. He threw a two-million-dollar contract on the table and threatened to slaughter my crew if I refused his command. The mission was to climb a cartel-held death pass to save a trapped girl before her oxygen ran out. That girl was his and his mistress's daughter—the very reason my son was left to die. How could the man who callously sacrificed his own flesh and blood now play the desperate, loving father? I stared at the arrogant Don and the fake tears of the mistress clinging to his arm, feeling the cold weight of my son's silver dog tag against my chest. "The Lena you knew is dead," I said, pulling the tag out for him to see. Today, I will drag him up that frozen peak, and he will finally pay his blood debt in the ice./0/67844/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250210152623&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Niccolo Fierri
"You have quite the mouth on you princess," he seethes, brow quirked. His grip on my arm tightens and a whimper escapes me. "Watch your mouth when you're talking to me." "Or what?" I retort, attempting and failing to get out from his grasp. ************************************************ Autumn Jacobs, 26-year-old, wants to prove to her parents that she can build a successful life without their money. With dreams of becoming a dancer and owning her own dance studio, she applies to become a stripper at a nightclub. Little does she know, her bosses are members of the biggest Mafia family in all of New York. After the death of his father five years ago, 30 year old Niccolo Fierri became angry with the world. To him, everyone and everything around him is just a means to an end. That is, until he meets Autumn Jacobs. Have they finally met their match? Will they become the thing that saves or breaks one another?/1/100383/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251230171707&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Left To Drown: The Heiress's Cold Departure
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history. But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me. He swam past me. He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water. When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl. "You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home." Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her. I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife." He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps. He was wrong. While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room. I was packing his ring into a cardboard box. I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead. By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession./0/89746/coverorgin.jpg?v=d737c4d64085481531ad266987a16964&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After My Death, He Crumbled
Nathan Cross, the infamous underworld boss, married Jane Rivers on the day her family's wealth collapsed. He had harbored a secret love for her for a decade. After their marriage, he treated her like royalty. Jane believed she had found the right man, until their fifth year together. She discovered she was pregnant, but Nathan, who had always cherished her, demanded she terminate the pregnancy. She overheard him speaking with a friend and learned that Nathan had betrayed her with another woman, and for the woman, he forced Jane to get rid of their child. Worse, she learned he had engineered her family's downfall, driving her parents to their deaths. Out of no choice, Jane contacted Nathan's sworn enemy abroad and faked her death to escape. After she was gone, Nathan wept, pleading for her return. But it was too late. The pain he inflicted would be repaid a hundredfold./1/100384/coverorgin.jpg?v=80edb6159cac4354a2a9884b21e2b322&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unwanted Wife: The Mafia Boss's Regret
I warmed the Underboss’s bed for five years, only to be discarded the moment my twin sister returned. Haleigh claimed she was dying of terminal cancer. She was the golden child, the tragic heroine. I was just Bailey—the spare, the placeholder, the glitch in their perfect reunion. To secure her place, Haleigh framed me with a venomous spider and a deepfake video, turning the men I loved into my executioners. My own brothers whipped me in the basement while Jameson watched in cold silence. When I caught fire on the family yacht, they ignored my screams to tend to Haleigh’s scratched knee. The final blow came on the cliffs of Dead Man’s Drop. Accusing me of pushing her, Jameson ordered my brother to dangle me over the raging ocean by my ankles to "teach me a lesson." They waited for me to beg for my life. Instead, I pulled a switchblade from my boot. I didn't cut my brother. I cut my own laces. I plummeted into the icy black water without a sound, choosing death over their cruelty. It wasn't until they found my hidden diary—and proof that Haleigh never had cancer—that the monsters realized what they had done. Now Jameson is tearing the world apart to find his "innocent" Bailey. But he’s looking for a ghost. The woman who loved him died the moment she hit the water./0/61588/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7b568fb9db9a8b22fb1a398caca0572&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract with the Devil's Mafia
Miya Ashton has always lived a life of luxury until it all comes crashing down in an instant. Her father suddenly leaves, leaving her in a difficult financial situation. Chased by unpaid debts, humiliated at college, and betrayed by her boyfriend, Miya almost loses hope-until a mysterious offer from a school principal changes everything. Victor Wyatt introduces Miya to Damian Sawyer, who's known for being a bit cold. To save her family from total destruction, Miya signs a crazy contract: she'll have Damian's heir in exchange for everything she's ever had. However, what seems like a simple deal soon turns into something much more complex. As Damian becomes caught up in a brutal conflict that threatens her family, Miya finds herself increasingly drawn into Damian's dark world and into a heart she never expected to open. But there's more going on behind the scenes than meets the eye. Damian's dark secrets and the lies of those closest to him put Miya's life and the child she's carrying in danger. As the power struggle reaches its peak, Miya must fight not only for her life but also for the future she and Damian have in mind. Will they succeed in overcoming their opponents, or will their relationship be ruined by a devastating secret?/1/100385/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2377f2e89744f564e672d62cce9c375&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying The Rival: My Ex-Husband's Despair
I stood outside my husband's study, the perfect mafia wife, only to hear him mocking me as an "ice sculpture" while he entertained his mistress, Aria. But the betrayal went deeper than infidelity. A week later, my saddle snapped mid-jump, leaving me with a shattered leg. Lying in the hospital bed, I overheard the conversation that killed the last of my love. My husband, Alessandro, knew Aria had sabotaged my gear. He knew she could have killed me. Yet, he told his men to let it go. He called my near-death experience a "lesson" because I had bruised his mistress's ego. He humiliated me publicly, freezing my accounts to buy family heirlooms for her. He stood by while she threatened to leak our private tapes to the press. He destroyed my dignity to play the hero for a woman he thought was a helpless orphan. He had no idea she was a fraud. He didn't know I had installed micro-cameras throughout the estate while he was busy pampering her. He didn't know I had hours of footage showing his "innocent" Aria sleeping with his guards, his rivals, and even his staff, laughing about how easy he was to manipulate. At the annual charity gala, in front of the entire crime family, Alessandro demanded I apologize to her. I didn't beg. I didn't cry. I simply connected my drive to the main projector and pressed play./1/102106/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106222224&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Broke Me, Another Man Fixed Me
My husband, the ruthless Don of the Parks family, made his choice. When his mistress burst in screaming that her son was sick, Jackson didn't hesitate. He left me—his wife who had just been poisoned—pinned against the wall to die, rushing to comfort a child who wasn't even his blood. That night, "Elena Parks" died in a fiery car crash. I spent years rebuilding myself in France, hidden by Hamilton Nixon, a man who loved me in the shadows. I finally found peace. I finally felt free. But Jackson found out the truth. He discovered the boy was another man's son and that his mistress had been drugging him. Instead of letting me go, his grief turned into a terrifying obsession. He hunted me down, kidnapped me, and dragged me back to the estate that had been my prison. I woke up tied to our marriage bed with silk ribbons. "I'm building a garden," he whispered maniacally, stroking my hair as I struggled against the bonds. "Just like you wanted. We're going to be happy." He thought kidnapping was a grand romantic gesture. He thought he could erase the abuse with a fresh coat of paint and forced proximity. But he underestimated me. And he underestimated Hamilton. After a violent rescue, I rose from the ashes not as his wife, but as a titan of industry. Six months later, Jackson stormed the stage at my global summit. He knelt before me on live television, holding a ten-carat pink diamond, thinking he could buy my forgiveness. "I'm ready to take you back," he announced to the world. I looked at the man who had destroyed me, then at Hamilton, the man who had saved me. I grabbed Hamilton's lapels and kissed him in front of millions. "There is no 'us', Jackson," I told him into the microphone, watching his world shatter. "You are just haunting a graveyard."/0/95223/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106214438&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lover Who Became My Killer
The first time I kidnapped my lover's mistress, he had me killed for it. I gave him eight years, built his empire brick by bloody brick, and was secretly carrying his child. But for a fragile art student, he had me drugged on a gurney. I was awake as a back-alley doctor cut our baby from my womb. I heard our child's single cry, then silence. "Anything that threatens her, I will destroy," he whispered, his voice void of all emotion. "Even you. Even our child." He then left me for his men to violate and discard. My last thought was that I was just a queen he was willing to sacrifice for a pretty new pawn. But then my eyes snapped open. I was in my car, my stomach flat, my hands gripping the steering wheel. The date on my phone seared itself into my brain. I was back on the day of the first kidnapping. This time, I wouldn't be a sacrifice. This time, I would survive./0/66126/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250205094003&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Clarissa & The Grand Mafia
For readers' discretion. Clarissa & The Grand Mafia contains raw scenes including sex, romance, and violence. Therefore, it is not recommended for people below 18 of age. ^ ^ ^ Determined to save her mother from dying of Cancer, Clarissa agreed to her father's arrangements to marry a money lender she hadn't met before. An abusive husband with no dignity or respect for women. What happens when his identical twin shows up at the house pretending to be Clarissa's husband, only he is an entirely different person in terms of character? Will he save her from the devil of a husband? Or will he take advantage of her broken heart?/1/100386/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106220931&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Capo's Regret: The Curse Was A Lie
For fifteen years, my husband Bennett refused to let me get pregnant. "My blood is a curse, Kelsey," he would say, gripping my hand with terrified intensity. "It kills the women who carry it. I won't risk you." I believed him. I mourned the children we never had just to stay alive for him. Then he brought Aria home. He claimed she was a distant cousin in trouble. But from the shadows of the ballroom, I watched him caress her swollen belly with a tenderness he never showed me. When I confronted him, the mask fell. "You provide the image, Kelsey," he said coldly. "She provides the bloodline. Do not make a scene." To teach me a lesson in obedience, my horse's reins were sabotaged. I woke up in the hospital with a fractured leg, only to learn he had ignored my emergency calls to hold Aria’s hand during a routine ultrasound. Lying in that sterile bed, the truth hit me harder than the fall. There was no curse. He had medically gaslighted me for a decade, stealing my fertility with a lie, just to replace me with a mistress he called "cousin." He thought he had broken me. He thought I would fade quietly into the east wing. Instead, I wiped my tears and planted listening devices in his office. He wanted a legacy? I boarded a train to Paris, leaving behind a bomb that would burn his entire world to ash./1/103515/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223326&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Followed: Building Our Scarred Life
On the night of my triumph, my husband chose her. As the champagne flutes toasted my resurrected Renaissance masterpieces, the news channels showed Lorenzo "Enzo" Conti shielding his new business ally—and rumored future bride—from a storm. I stood alone in the glittering gallery, the perfect, neglected wife of Chicago's most formidable shadow-king. For four years, I was his most beautiful possession. A restorer of broken art, trapped in my own gilded cage. That night, I saw the final crack. So I began my own restoration project. Myself. I forged my escape with the precision of my craft, embedding my divorce papers within a genuine museum loan agreement. He signed it without a glance, too busy building his empire to notice he was losing his wife. I vanished into the Swiss Alps, carrying two secrets: my unborn child, and the cold resolve to never be erased again. I thought that was the end of the story. I was wrong. He followed. The man who once commanded a criminal empire now lives in a mountain hut. He chops my wood, clears my path, and learns to soothe our daughter at 3 a.m. When assassins from his old life came, he buried them in the frozen earth with his bare hands. "Let me be your sentry," he says, his eyes holding a peace I've never seen. "Let me use the only skills I have left to keep you safe." This is not a story about forgiveness. This is a story about fracture, and what grows from the ruins. It's about the Don who became a carpenter, the restorer who learned to break free, and the new life we're building—piece by scarred piece—in the shadow of the mountains. Some masterpieces aren't found in museums. They're forged in the silent space between a second chance, and the courage to take it./1/116656/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260520193730&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Shadows: True Mafia Bride
I stood at the altar with the most ruthless mafia boss in New York, Salvatore Romano. But when he lifted my wedding veil, his eyes filled with pure murderous intent. He realized I was not the woman he loved. My own father stepped forward and publicly declared me a deranged imposter, claiming my half-sister Camilla was the true bride. I was dragged away, locked in a holding room, and threatened with a bullet to the head. My father slapped me across the face, ordering me to take a hush-money check and sign away my birthright. Meanwhile, Camilla gloated in front of me, wearing my dead mother's antique ruby necklace. She had stolen my identity, my tragic childhood scars, and my position, feeding Salvatore a fabricated fairy tale that he swallowed completely. For twenty years, I survived the bloody streets of Chicago alone while they pampered a fraud. It was pathetic how the supposedly terrifying Don was entirely blind to the fact that his beloved fake bride was secretly embezzling millions to fund his worst enemy. When the truth finally came to light and Salvatore desperately begged me to take the crown as his true wife, I just smiled. "I have no interest in the Romano billions." I didn't come here to marry him. I came to burn their entire empire to the ground./1/100387/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106221047&imageMogr2/format/webp)
