Mafia Books for Women
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Pregnant And Running From The Mafia Don
For five years, my husband kept me in a dog cage because he believed I murdered his fiancée, my stepsister Kinsley. He stripped me of my dignity, my name, and my humanity, all to avenge a woman who wasn't even dead. When Kinsley finally returned, alive and smiling, I thought my nightmare was over. Instead, she framed me again. Right in front of Courtland, she pushed my little brother down the stone steps of the estate. I held my brother's broken body in the rain, screaming for help. But Courtland just stood there, shielding Kinsley under his umbrella, looking at me with cold indifference. He chose the monster over his wife. That night, I realized love wasn't enough to save me. So, I stood on the edge of the hospital roof and let gravity take me. I wanted him to mourn. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to burn. Three years later, at a gala in New York, the Ice King dropped his champagne glass. He stared at me—the woman in the red dress, the fiancée of his rival. I looked him dead in the eye and smiled like a stranger. He cornered me later, his voice trembling with rage and obsession. "Death is the only divorce in my world, Anastasia. And you are still very much alive."/1/102096/coverorgin.jpg?v=a610cfeb09f6f55cdbf94f9eb07398c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Rival Mafia Boss
Ten years ago, I saved the life of New York’s most dangerous mob boss with a sewing kit. I gave Ethan Reed my youth, my loyalty, and my heart. But the moment his ex-girlfriend Chloe returned, I became disposable. It didn't matter that she had abandoned him. It didn't matter that she poisoned me, killing the unborn child Ethan didn't even know we had. When Chloe needed a kidney transplant due to her drug abuse, Ethan didn't protect me. He strapped me to a gurney. "It's just one kidney, Ava. You owe me." He harvested my organ to save the woman who murdered his heir. And when he was done, he decided I was a loose end. He dragged me to the edge of a bridge in the pouring rain. "This is how it ends," he said, his eyes devoid of love. "A tragic suicide." He pushed me into the freezing water, watching me drown to secure his happy ending. He thought I was dead. He thought the canary had sung its last song. But he forgot one thing. I was the chemist who built his empire. When his greatest rival pulled me out of the river, I didn't pray for salvation. I prayed for revenge. Three months later, I walked into his charity gala on the arm of his enemy, wearing a white suit and a smile sharp enough to cut glass. Ethan dropped to his knees when he saw me. But I wasn't there to forgive him. I was there to burn his house down./1/104692/coverorgin.jpg?v=083570d5f9a1f7e7f02292cb201d4a74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Bride, Another Man's Queen
My fiancé, the ruthless Mafia Underboss, tore my dead mother's necklace from my throat and fastened it around another woman's neck. "Diana needs it," Arthur said, his eyes cold. "My blood remembers loving her. It calms her anxiety." He was referring to the bone marrow transplant that saved his life. Diana was connected to the donor, and Arthur believed his new blood made him belong to her. I became a ghost in my own home, forced to watch him crown a usurper. When Diana faked a fall at a gala, accusing me of pushing her, Arthur didn't hesitate. He decided to "discipline" me publicly to teach me respect. He raised the whip. "Arthur, please, I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach. "Don't lie to me," he spat, and the lash came down. I lost our baby on that cold marble floor in a pool of blood. He didn't believe me. He stepped over my body to take Diana to dinner. He didn't stop there. He let my grandmother die in the ER to tend to Diana's bruised nose. He even dug up my grandmother's grave because Diana wanted the view for a garden. I finally fled, vanishing into the night. It wasn't until months later, when he found the autopsy report of our unborn child and the toxicology results proving Diana had been drugging him, that the fog lifted. He tracked me down to a small town, where I was finally healing with a good man. The feared Underboss fell to his knees in the pouring rain, holding the whip he had used on me, shaking violently. "Beat me, Ella," he begged, tears mixing with the mud. "Hurt me. Make us even." I looked at the monster I used to love and dropped his ring into the dirt. "You can't bring back the dead, Arthur," I whispered. "And you are dead to me."/1/104694/coverorgin.jpg?v=e95492d9e3606827715fe1c778729c34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Cold Heart: Rejecting The Mafia Boss
My husband, the Outfit’s most feared Consigliere, stood up and buttoned his suit jacket. He had just convinced a jury that Sofia Moretti was innocent. But we both knew the truth: Sofia had poisoned my mother over a spilled martini on her Valentino dress. Instead of comforting me, Dante looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "If you make a scene," he whispered, gripping my arm until it bruised, "I will bury you in a psychiatric ward so deep even God won't find you." To protect the Family alliance, he sacrificed his wife. When I tried to fight back, he drugged me at a gala. He let a private investigator take photos of me, naked and unconscious, just to have leverage to keep me silent. He paraded Sofia around our penthouse, letting her wear my dead mother’s shawl while I was banished to the staff quarters. He thought he had broken me. He thought I was just a nurse’s daughter he could manage. But he made a fatal error. He didn't read the "committal forms" I handed him to sign. They were divorce papers, transferring his assets to me. And the night of the yacht party, while he toasted to his victory with my mother's killer, I left my wedding ring on the deck. I didn't jump to die. I jumped to be reborn. And when I resurfaced, I made sure Dante Russo burned for every sin./1/102099/coverorgin.jpg?v=03da5643046dd1765b6c4d839e968363&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breaking The Mafia Lord's Golden Cage
I stood next to the most dangerous man in Chicago, smiling for the cameras while my phone vibrated against my leg. I was the perfect mafia wife—a well-dressed pet in a gilded cage. But the message on my screen shattered everything. It was a photo of my husband, Dante, with his assistant, Jade. She wasn't just straddling him; she was wearing the shark tooth bracelet—a sacred war trophy Dante swore was locked in our safe. He lied to my face when I asked about it. Then came the video. I watched as he told her I was "barren" and a "failing appliance" he planned to shelf once she gave him a son. After two years of trying for a baby, he was mocking my pain to his mistress. He thought I would just cry. He thought a black Amex card and a trip to Paris would buy my silence. He believed I was too weak to survive without his protection. He was wrong. I didn't just leave. I took his grandmother's wedding ring to a jeweler and made him melt it down with a blowtorch until it was nothing but an ugly lump of gold. Then, I sent his darkest secrets to the FBI. It was time for Elena Paletti to die./1/121242/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f64375727756bda6a8ccadba1647639&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Mafia Princess
Three years ago, my biological brother, the ruthless Don of New York, dragged me back to his compound. But he didn't bring me home to be the Mafia Princess; he brought me back to be a lowly maid for his manipulative adopted sister, Serafina. On the anniversary of our parents' death, I only wanted to place a single white rose on their grave. Cassio ordered his heavily armed soldiers to barricade the mausoleum, looking at me with profound irritation. "If you do not drop to your knees and beg Serafina for permission, I will permanently erase your existence from this bloodline," he threatened. To appease Serafina's fake tears, Cassio had locked me in a windowless basement, banned me from family banquets, and forced me to bow to her in front of his Capos. When I finally refused to submit, he froze my bank accounts, threw me out of his armored SUV onto the highway, and decreed that no one in the city could hire me, trying to starve me into crawling back. I couldn't understand why he bothered to extract me from my civilian life just to let a fake bloodline torture his real sister. Standing in the dirt, my heart went completely dead, and any remaining hope for this family shattered. I stripped off the heavy diamond necklace he gave me and threw it onto the gravel like industrial waste. Then, I pulled out my hidden burner phone and texted my other brother, Leo, the deadliest rising boss in the underworld. "Come pick me up," I sent. "I am abandoning this cursed surname forever."/1/121243/coverorgin.jpg?v=2cffc2f85e1f4a564a71ab60362bf710&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, I Married The Mafia King
For six years, I endured my fiancé Silas's calculated cruelty, believing it was the only way to pay for my dying father's black-market lung medication. Then, I overheard him talking to his secret lover—his late brother's widow. "Once the old man suffocates, I'll put Aria in a fortified apartment as my personal whore, and you will wear the Capo's ring." At the syndicate's annual Feast, Silas put his ruthless plan into motion. He publicly humiliated me, tearing my dress open from collarbone to shoulder in front of hundreds of leering mobsters. He deliberately scattered my father's bloody medical money across the dirt and forced me to draw the White Carnation, making me the ultimate laughingstock of the Family. My frail father coughed up blood trying to protect me, while Silas and his lover sneered at my absolute ruin. For six years, I swallowed my pride, thinking I was making a noble sacrifice to keep my father breathing. I never realized I was just a disposable pawn in his sick game, kept on a leash only until my father was in the ground. But Silas didn't know that the night before, I had taken the last of my money to buy a silver Vendetta Rosary. I had ventured into the shadows and pledged myself to Dante, the terrifying, newly ascended Don of the entire syndicate. As I sobbed on the cold wooden floor, the courtyard fell dead silent, and a pair of large, scarred hands reached into my vision holding a flawless Crimson Rose. And in the heavy silence that followed, I understood: either salvation or damnation had come for me, and I was no longer the one choosing./1/102425/coverorgin.jpg?v=fd02ea1522e629bfdfd0199677cdc0dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Tainted Lover's Cold Comeback
I was Grayson Deleon' s secret weapon and his lover. I took a bullet for him, saved him from a cartel, and in return, he promised me a secret marriage, a life where it would always be us. But on the night of my secret Juilliard graduation, I watched from the wings as he got down on one knee for my best friend, Camilla. He called her "pure," a word he used to contrast with my "taint" from the cartel rescue. A leaked video later proved this wasn't just a betrayal; it was a conspiracy. I heard them laughing about their "perfectly executed plan" to get rid of me, the "distraction." The man whose life I had saved had orchestrated my public humiliation, discarding me because of the very scars I earned for him. My world was ashes, but from them, something cold and hard formed. I made a single call to a heritage network I'd been using to find my lost family. It was time to disappear and never be his secret again./1/102101/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d8d577ab77fb2e432e7d762b9a875a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Wife: The Shadow Strategist Returns
I stood in the center of the ballroom, watching my husband accept credit for the massacre I had meticulously planned. To the underworld, Craig Snyder was the King, a strategic genius who had crippled the Russian mafia. To me, he was the man who had just re-gifted my anniversary present—a Patek Philippe watch—to match the diamond bracelet dangling from his mistress’s wrist. The Senator’s daughter, Chanel, laughed at a joke only he could hear, wearing a red dress and a look of naive adoration that used to be mine. When I confronted him, expecting an apology, Craig didn't just dismiss me. He slapped me across the face in front of the city's elite, the sound echoing like a gunshot. He yanked the wedding ring off my finger, drawing blood, and placed it into Chanel’s palm, calling me a hysterical, barren relic. Later, I found the forged documents. He had signed my name to transfer every asset we built together into his sole possession, leaving me with nothing but a hush-money check. He thought I was just a scorned wife. He forgot that I was the architect of his empire. So, I drove my car off a bridge. I let the world believe I was dead. I let him mourn the woman he destroyed while I watched from the shadows, erasing his existence from my accounts. Six months later, at the Global Crime Summit, Craig stood up with a diamond ring, ready to beg my memory for forgiveness. But the doors opened, and I didn't walk in alone. I walked onto the stage holding the hand of his deadliest rival, Felix Tyson. I wasn't there to take him back. I was there to take his kingdom./0/90421/coverorgin.jpg?v=0692d92ce48f9601d7683872c51475aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Regret of the Mafia King
Luna Hayes accidentally saved Liam Moretti, the heir to Ravenwood's largest mafia family. People whispered his name with fear. They said he was merciless, ruthless, a devil in business... and even worse in bed. Yet this very man would kneel to help Luna put on her heels, afraid to hurt her. In bed, he was always gentle with her-so much so that he kept a sex slave just to satisfy his darker desires. But everything changed the moment Liam decided to let that slave carry his child./1/104697/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b3718329f8a32ba99d4902cb17a24c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: The Don Begs Forgiveness
I placed the divorce papers on the mahogany desk, ending five years of being the perfect, silent wife to the most ruthless Don in Chicago. He didn't sign them. Instead, Kaden Barnes looked at me with cold, reptilian eyes and named his price for my freedom. "Thirty lashes," he said. "The discipline of a traitor." I accepted. I let his enforcer shred my back until I was dragging myself across the gravel driveway in a pool of my own crimson. But as I crawled toward the exit, I heard him laughing with his mistress, Brittaney. "Harlow isn't my wife," he sneered. "The certificate is a forgery. She owns nothing." My loyalty had been a lie. And when Brittaney faked an injury to frame me, Kaden didn't check on my bleeding wounds. He tied my wrists and ankles to the tow hitch of his SUV. He drove forward until my hip popped and my shoulder dislocated, leaving me broken in the dirt while his mistress smiled. He thought he had destroyed me. He didn't know his mother would smuggle me onto a private jet to London that very night. Three years later, the Barnes empire collapsed. Kaden was rotting in a Supermax prison, betrayed by the very mistress he had tortured me to protect. Now, a letter sits on my desk in Kensington. The monster is dying of cancer, and he has left me his entire fortune. I packed my bag for one last trip. It was time to see if the King had finally learned that he threw away a diamond to chase after cheap glass./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./1/118974/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc99e5b8feb3fdb4b212a5da9d43006d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Called Me Barren, Mr. Sterile Don
On my birthday, my husband Dante asked for a divorce over a plate of cold lasagna. He held my hand, tears in his eyes, and told me his mistress was pregnant. "It’s a miracle, Elena," he wept. "God has finally given me a son." He looked at me with pity, calling me "broken" because I hadn't given him an heir in eight years. He moved his pregnant mistress into the penthouse I paid for, and his mother mocked me as a "dry vine" while cooking tonic soups for the new woman. They didn't know the truth I had buried three years ago. I remembered the day the doctor slid the file across the desk: *Azoospermia. Zero sperm count.* Dante was the sterile one. I had burned the results to protect his fragile ego as a Mafia Don. I took the blame. I drank his mother's vile herbal poisons every morning until I vomited, just to keep his secret. Now, he was discarding me for a "miracle" that was biologically impossible. I signed the divorce papers without a tear. Then I bought the debt of his company, put on a blood-red dress, and walked into his heir's Christening. I didn't come to object. I came to plug a USB drive into the projector and show the entire underworld exactly whose "miracle" that baby really was./0/75498/coverorgin.jpg?v=6749d5a96a7dfbd729ec4fa80ba61164&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wicked Promises
When Isadora Langston survives an assassination attempt, she is sent into hiding under the protection of the one man her father warned her about-Luciano Moretti. He's ice and gunpowder, the dark prince of a crime empire that thrives in blood. She's America's golden girl, groomed for perfection and promises. What begins as reluctant proximity soon ignites into obsession, but with every kiss, secrets unravel-some that could ruin them both. In a world where loyalty kills and love is a weakness, can they survive each other... or will their wicked promises consume them?/1/104699/coverorgin.jpg?v=d640da04b8daa9bcde9fedbdbd584453&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Healed By Another: Rejecting The Ruthless Don
I spent a year in a Swiss asylum, swallowing pills to cure a madness that didn’t exist. It turned out the medication was just sugar. My insanity was a script written by Jaxon Francis, the Don of New York, just so he could marry a Cartel princess without his ward getting in the way. When I finally escaped and tried to leave him, his new wife staged her own kidnapping and framed me. Jaxon didn’t ask for proof. He didn’t look at the evidence. Instead, he tied a rope around my ankles and dragged me behind a helicopter across the jagged rocks of the Wastelands. He held his wife close and watched as my skin was flayed and my bones shattered, believing he was executing a traitor. He left me for dead in the dirt, convinced he had cleansed his empire. I took the hush money his mother threw at me and vanished, letting Alina Phillips die in that field. Three years later, I returned to New York as "Echo," the elusive artist the world was obsessing over. At a charity auction, Jaxon bid one hundred million dollars for a painting of a woman’s scarred back, desperate to buy redemption for the ghost he thought he killed. He chased me into the rain, begging for a second chance, swearing he had destroyed his wife for me. I looked at the man who once held my heart and simply smiled. Then I turned to the man standing beside me. "Jaxon, meet Darwin," I said, linking my arm through his. "My husband."/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./1/102106/coverorgin.jpg?v=191f2bf236d678c4c98476fda93bdb0b&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."/1/104702/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a3cbba1e3b4994bb62d78ac2cb7ec18&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Caged Canary's Spectacular Comeback
For seven years, I was known as the "Caged Canary"—the orphan ward of the ruthless Don, Autry Villarreal. I wore his silver star necklace like a dog tag, mistaking his cold control for protection. Then came the breaking news alert that shattered my world: Autry was marrying Cassie Turner to end a decade-long turf war. He didn't just break my heart; he let her destroy my home. When Cassie ordered a bulldozer to rip up the rose garden my deceased father had planted, Autry stood on the patio and watched. He chose political strategy over my only living memory of my parents. "It is necessary," he told me, handing me a briefcase full of cash to disappear. "This saves lives." I realized then that he wasn't my protector; he was my jailer. I left the money, discarded his necklace, and vanished into the night. Five years later, I returned to New York not as his ward, but as J.B., a Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer with a diamond ring on my finger from a man who actually cherished me. Autry didn't handle my freedom well. He cornered me in a car, staging a paparazzi photo to look like a passionate embrace, desperate to ruin my engagement. "I destroyed Cassie for you," he claimed, revealing he had leaked his own ex-fiancée's crimes to clear my name. "I cleaned the slate. I can give you the world now." He expected gratitude. He expected me to fall back into his arms. I looked him dead in the eye and posted a selfie with my fiancé instead. "I don't want your world, Autry. I'm done living in the dark."/0/64146/coverorgin.jpg?v=431dcd4d3268bbe5ec85793fce6161f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Love
Lily the daughter of one of the richest family, the Addams', was asked to get married to a the son of the Addams family friend, the Miller's. At first she disagreed but when a contract was made she agreed. The contract stated that after five years of being together and completing their mission to take down a notorious mafia group they could get a divorce. During their fake relationship they began to fall for each other. During their relationship they were able to take down the mafia group, but to their horror especially to lily it wasn't so easy. After taking down the group leader Miguel; a man in his late 50's, his son Daniel who he just started to bond with took up the responsibility to avenge his father's death. What did he do? Who was he allies? And what happened after his vengeance? To find out read mafia's mission./1/104703/coverorgin.jpg?v=603798115e0e763a83adebb7a9ac558b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
