Mafia Books for Women
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Babysitting The Ruthless Mafia's Son
When struggling college student Emma accepts a high-paying babysitting job, she never imagines stepping into the lavish but intimidating mansion of Leonardo "Leo" De Luca-the infamous and merciless mafia kingpin. Her charge? His 8-month-old son, Alessandro, a wide-eyed, chubby-cheeked baby whose giggles could melt even the coldest hearts. But Leo's world is far from safe. With enemies lurking in the shadows and his empire hanging by a thread, his life is a battlefield. At first, Emma's only concern is Alessandro's care-navigating sleepless nights, endless feedings, and the little boy's growing attachment to her. Yet, as she finds herself drawn to the vulnerable side of the ruthless mafia boss, she begins to see the man beneath the title. However, danger is never far away. As Emma becomes a beacon of light in Leo's dark world, threats close in on his family. Now, Emma must make a choice: walk away to protect herself or fight for the man and the child who've unexpectedly claimed her heart./0/83817/coverorgin.jpg?v=69f4748dda9feedf1c764c10d1fcd589&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cost of a Crown: A Mafia Princess's Ruin
My life as a mafia princess ended the day Dante Moretti, the new Don, killed my family and seized our home. Now, I was a prisoner, a humiliated servant scrubbing floors in what was once my mansion, enduring his cruel torment day and night. He swore my family had destroyed his, and his vengeance was absolute. Then came the impossible truth: I was pregnant with his child. A tiny, secret hope, a fragile reason to endure, began to bloom in my heart. But Dante, spurred by his calculating fiancée, brutally forced me to abort our baby. He then coldly orchestrated the public murder of my last remaining family-my beloved mother. My entire world shattered in that moment. That final act of cruelty extinguished every flicker of hope, leaving nothing but cold, dead ash. My will to live evaporated, replaced by a quiet resolve to end my suffering. I prepared my escape, a hidden bottle of pills my one solace, planning to simply fade away. How could one man inflict such unimaginable pain, destroying everything I held dear, yet haunt my every thought with a past love I tried desperately to bury? Why, in his eyes, did I see both pure hatred and a possessive darkness that called to something deep within me? Was there truly no undoing the generational cycle of violence he relentlessly pursued? On the night he paraded me as a broken trophy before his capos, my family's remaining loyalists stormed the ballroom to kill him. As a blade lunged for his heart, an instinct, a forgotten echo of a life I thought was gone, made me throw myself in front of him. But as I shielded the man who utterly ruined me, the poison I had taken hours earlier began its final, irreversible work./1/109942/coverorgin.jpg?v=511765e2539eeef7c8063d14e529f625&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Dangerous Love: The Writer And The Don
I was exactly three thousand words away from eviction when the heir to the New York underworld smashed my laptop and offered me a job instead of an apology. Dante Vitiello wanted me to write a memoir that would paint him as a saint. I moved into his penthouse, thinking I could keep things professional. But when his arranged fiancée, the daughter of the Chicago Outfit, arrived, she didn't see an employee. She saw a threat. She didn't just humiliate me; she leaked fake evidence to the press, branding me as a federal informant. I woke up in a hospital bed with the word "RAT" plastered across every gossip site. Sofia’s guards were stationed outside my door, blocking even the nurses. I was a liability. A stain on the Vitiello name. I knew how these stories ended. The Prince always chooses the Family. The Alliance is more important than the girl. I was packing my bag, shaking with fear, ready to disappear into the night to save him from ruin. But Dante didn't come to fire me. He walked into the boardroom where his father and the Chicago Boss were waiting for him to beg for forgiveness. He looked at the crown that was his birthright, then he looked at the gun on the table. He didn't kneel. He didn't apologize. He slammed his weapon down, shattering a hundred-year alliance and forfeiting his empire with a single sentence. "Keep the crown. I take the girl."/0/71617/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ffe762235eeaaab624400ffa379d116&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Exclusive Stripper;Entangled With The Mafia Boss
What happens when your only confidant not only pushes you to be a stripper but also sells you to your nemesis... the ruthless Mafia boss? Ava's life was already a nightmare-paying off her aunt's gambling debts and stripping to make ends meet. But everything spiraled out of control the night she rejected Coran Kane, the most feared Mafia boss in the city. Coran doesn't take rejection lightly, and when Ava returns home, she finds him waiting... with her sister's betrayal waiting to crush her: she's been sold to him. Now trapped in Coran's world, Ava fights to endure his control while desperately plotting her escape. But when she finally breaks free, she's caught and forced to make an unthinkable choice: sacrifice an innocent life or submit herself to Coran completely. How far will she go to reclaim her freedom?/1/105877/coverorgin.jpg?v=cb7288db2133eb554d3720fcb90c6286&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Doll No More: Her Ruthless Revenge
I stood before the heavy oak door with a positive pregnancy test burning a hole in my pocket, ready to tell the Underboss, Anthony Holden, that his legacy was secured. But before I could turn the handle, I heard his twin brother laughing from inside. "She screams your name, not mine. It is a little insulting, brother," Emmanuel mocked. "Three years of celibacy for the alliance while you play with my toy," Anthony sighed. "I deserve a medal." My world shattered. For three years, I thought I was the exception to their violence, but I had been sleeping with a monster in the dark. When I kicked the door open, Bianca House—my high school tormentor—was sitting there like a queen. "Happy anniversary, Erica," she sneered. "You were just a placeholder for the territory deal." They didn't stop there. They took my dignity, and then they took my life. At a dinner intended to show unity, they watched me choke on peanuts. Anthony looked me in the eye and used my EpiPen on Bianca’s fake faint while I suffocated on the floor. They threw my grandmother’s ashes off a balcony just to watch me scream. They pushed me into traffic to ensure I’d be a compliant prop for their wedding. They killed the baby in my womb. They thought they had broken me. They thought I was just a nurse, a civilian, a loose end. But on the day of the wedding, I wasn't in the pews. I was on a bus out of state, hacking the church's livestream. As the priest began to speak, I replaced the image of the cross with the video of their confession. I watched their empire crumble from a cracked phone screen, leaving the monsters behind to find a man who would actually burn the world for me./0/86792/coverorgin.jpg?v=f2c8029259ccdd8338260c1e373f6d32&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Hand, Broken Heart, Burning Soul
The first blow cracked a rib, the second dissolved the world into pain. They dragged me into an alley, brutalizing me, shattering my drawing hand, and carving out my kidney. Just before I blacked out, I saw them: Eleanor, my adoptive mother; Olivia, my sister; Sarah, my fiancée. Standing at the alley's edge, watching with cold, tense eyes as I lay bleeding. Then, Eleanor' s chillingly calm voice cut through the haze: "Is it done?" A man confirmed my hand was shattered, and pointed to a cooler. My kidney. They had taken my kidney. Later, in the sterile hospital room, I overheard them. Eleanor confirmed my art career was destroyed. Olivia expressed relief. Sarah, my fiancée, twisted the knife: "This is for the best. Caleb couldn't handle the rejection." My heart pounded with sick realization. For seven years, my achievements had been sacrificed for Caleb's "fragility." I was a fool, believing their love, their sisterhood, their devotion. I was an obstacle, a resource to be drained and discarded. The party celebrating Caleb's scholarship, built on my ruin, raged downstairs-on my birthday, which they' d forgotten. I was bleeding, injured by a dog they claimed I' d attacked, forced to apologize by Eleanor, who shoved my head, sending me crashing. But as I lay broken, a new fire ignited within me. I clutched a faded photograph: my real father. And on it, a phone number for my grandfather. "I've been waiting for your call, son. Tell me where you are. I'm on my way."/0/70210/coverorgin.jpg?v=173ca1d3109f5ab6cce4efc8c7bbf48d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vended To Don Damon
"Did you think you could run from me, doll? Or is this just your way of testing me?" After being abandoned by her family, being sold by her godmother was the last thing Iris Paulman expected. Raised in a church in a small town, Iris's world was one filled with faith and innocence. But when her godmother put her up for sale to clear her pending debt, Irish life takes a drastic turn. What happens when ruthless mafia lord Damon Vyon decides to buy her?/0/99152/coverorgin.jpg?v=94c4757aa2f280cde931ddde5f9e2c89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond The Billionaire's Cruel Obsession
For five years, I was married to a man the world adored. I told myself he wasn't a monster, just incapable of love. I learned the truth when his men dragged me from a hospital bed to bake a cake for the spoiled lover he cherished more than life. He let that man, Cinnamon, carve a painting into my back with a needle. He had me thrown into a walk-in freezer when I refused to cook. He even made me crawl through a swimming pool filled with broken glass, all to appease Cinnamon's cruel whims. I finally understood. My husband wasn't incapable of love; he was just incapable of loving me. He was a monster, but only for him. The day I walked out of that pool, bleeding and broken, my love for him was dead. The next morning, I finalized our divorce and bought every billboard in the city with my last dollar. My message was simple: "I, Adelaide Atkinson, am officially divorced from Alonzo Taylor. Best wishes for his future with Mr. Cinnamon Webster."/0/64736/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9360fb5f5a81b345bab20a9ca9aab64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD
"Where do you think you're going, huh? You're mine now, Little Mouse. Get back in the house!" Vincenzo's voice boomed, sending chills down Victoria's spine as her world seemed to crumble. Victoria Washington was shattered-betrayed by her boyfriend who dumped her the day before his wedding, to her sister. She was left humiliated, mocked by everyone. But fate had other plans for her. She's broken, he's lost. She's full of fear, and he's the monster. Yet, somehow, he's her light while he remains in darkness. Vincenzo Dante will stop at nothing to tarnish his family's name for forcing him into a marriage he never wanted. But what he doesn't realize is that his new wife is stronger than she seems-too broken to bend under his cruelty. But when love begins to bloom, and secrets start to unfold, what will happen next?/1/103533/coverorgin.jpg?v=aea9714de84667c9296a20e1318eccfb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold To The Mafia Don
"My gift has finally arrived, a perfect specimen, perfect for an heir." *** If only I had known that I wouldn't ever return to my house. Never see my mother, my siblings, or Violet... I never would have gotten in that car. My father remarked, "She's all yours," "Dad? Dad? Dad?! " I yelled. I squirmed as tears began to stream, attempting to break free. *** Years have passed... "My gift has finally arrived," said a voice I recognized. That voice was the catalyst for my downfall. "Well, now that we're acquainted, I think we can go see my son." You know, I purchased you for him. "A perfect specimen, perfect for an heir," he murmured, a nasty smirk on his face. *** "Son!" Antonio applauded. "What do you want, father?" I felt a little chill at the sound of the fresh voice. The Italian accent in the words, together with how deep, velvety, and dominating it was, shook me to my very core. I was a little pleased that he spoke so harshly about his father. He had midnight-black hair that fell in a part of his onyx eyes, which was lengthy in the center but short on the sides. Deeply tanned complexion, full pink lips, and a jawline with a five o'clock shadow. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt beneath that had the first three buttons undone, revealing some tattoos. His hands were encrusted with silver rings, some of which had black jewels. Both hands and backs of both had tattoos. I was intrigued by the creative swirls since I was ignorant of the whole tattoo. Not if he made the decision to remove his shirt. *** Lucy was sold to Antonio Martinelli, the former boss of the biggest Italian mafia when she was 14 years old. After spending years in the "safe house," Lucy is delivered to his son Luca Martinelli, the new leader, as a birthday gift. Luca fights the urge to fall in love with the ebony beauty as Lucy attempts to keep a promise she made and regain her former self. Will they endure all the deceit, lust, murder, and betrayal committed in the name of love together?/0/99153/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e56e3f9813570790a7e8cf832aed9e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Unwanted Wife To Unreachable Queen
The day my guardian, Dante Moretti, announced his engagement was the day I started planning my death. Not a literal one, but the death of the girl who had orbited his world for ten years. He was the Don of the Moretti family, the man I'd secretly loved since I was a child. But with his new fiancée, Sofia, on his arm, he began to erase me. He even forgot my severe allergy, gifting me a watch that would blister my skin. He had ripped apart the diary where I confessed my love for him. "I am your guardian," he'd spat. "Do not ever cross that line again." Yet one night, drunk and stumbling, he crashed his mouth onto mine, his hands roaming my body as he pushed me against the wall. He groaned, but the name that escaped his lips wasn't mine. "Sofia..." When I screamed my own name—Elara—he shoved me away in horror. He wasn't horrified by his betrayal, but by the fact that he'd kissed the wrong woman. That was the final straw. I took the acceptance letter to a university in Toronto that I had kept hidden like a prayer. I called my estranged father and booked a one-way ticket. This time, I would burn my old life to the ground and leave nothing but ashes behind./1/118708/coverorgin.jpg?v=75a809e5ee7151058e7efc370fc85c2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eight Years of Leeching,One Night of Revenge
For eight years, I bankrolled my fiancé's rise from a slum nobody to a feared Mafia Capo. But at our infant daughter's banquet, I found a torn condom wrapper and a love note from him inside the bag of the "innocent" college student I sponsored. Instead of explaining himself, Lucian and his mother publicly humiliated me for failing to bear a son. They moved the student into my multi-million-dollar penthouse and let her steal my mother's gold bars. Worse, to assert dominance, she nearly killed my baby by leaving her naked in a freezing bathtub. When I rushed my blue, shivering daughter to the hospital and returned for my things, Lucian locked me out of my own home. "You're a low-born orphan who never deserved a Made Man," he sneered, claiming my entire empire as his own. "I'm keeping everything. She's going to give me a true male heir." I had sacrificed my youth to pay off his blood debts, only to be thrown out like garbage so a fraud could take my place. But they forgot one crucial detail. I was the one who funded his private medical exams. Standing in the hallway, I smiled, pulled out my phone, and sent the undeniable proof of his absolute sterility to every boss in the syndicate./0/91801/coverorgin.jpg?v=5aa4daa67bf2a0f438956d37e9e5b510&imageMogr2/format/webp)
STUCK WITH THE MAFIAN TWINS
"Tell me what's going on?" I snapped, tired of the unnecessary suspense. "I don't know what's going on either but it's not safe here. Please stay where you are, I can't afford to lose another person tonight." He murmured as his voice shook with impatience. "Lose another person? What are you talking about?" I froze, thrown into oblivion. He sighed as tears mixed up his words. "Chelsea, your mother and your sister are gone." ****************************************** After a series of life threatening events, Chelsea Ambers steps out of her shadows to defend her family and investigate the murder of her sister. After landing the most envied position in the business industry, Chelsea is faced with more trauma and confusion as all traces of her sister's death leads to the two men she loves the most. Would Chelsea bury the past and let love reign, or would she avenge as she swore she would? ****************************************** "She was just a victim of a bad mood swing. Your father broke the deal, Chelsea Ambers." He scoffed like her life meant nothing to him./0/60201/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d8e1639fc16b88e147769c52d89f4c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mother For My Son
Trilogy Carluccio: Book 1: A Mother for My Son Book 2: The Father of My Children Book 3: The Son of the Mafia Queen I save the son of an important gangster in Italy from a potential assassination, not knowing that this will turn my life upside down. But how do you escape a man who stole your breath from the moment you first saw him? Especially when he doesn't want to set me free. He wants me to be a mother for his son from now on. What is a woman scorned capable of doing to win a man's love? But what happens when it's not just one woman, but three? A murder and three suspects. Who will be found guilty? A story full of betrayal, lies, secrets, and revenge, but above all, true love. **IMPORTANT NOTICE Dear reader, for your convenience, you can find all three books in one single volume. Thank you for your understanding. **/0/99154/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4d760fba5fe2e6fd881b4f9d4b79e92&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife, The Unbeatable Lawyer
For three years, I was the perfect Mafia wife. I ensured my husband Jared's suits were impeccable and his public image flawless. I even sat at tables with Russian killers and calmly translated the order to execute a man who betrayed our Family. My value was my composure and my loyalty. The moment an internal memo praised Jared for his 'heroism' during the Mayland Warehouse Massacre, I knew our marriage was over. Because I was the one he'd left to die. The memo was a masterpiece of fiction, claiming he made a split-second decision to protect the Family's "most valuable asset." That asset wasn't me, his wife, who was calmly negotiating with cartel members for our lives. It was Bianca, his fragile mistress, who was crying on the phone in a sector he was ordered to stay out of. When I packed my bags and left, he had the audacity to call me hysterical. "You're my wife," he scoffed. "Was I your wife at Mayland, Jared?" I asked. "Did you think of your wife for even a second while you were running to save your weak little woman?" He was a coward who had ignored a direct order from a Don, and the Family was calling him a hero for it. But I had the proof: a thirty-second recording of his profound dishonor. I wasn't just seeking an annulment. I was petitioning the Commission, and I was going to use that recording to burn his world to the ground./1/114016/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e3f70979c2d78dc472378d56787846c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Erased Me, I Erased Him First
On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news. He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city. The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.” For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets. My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me. So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts. He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked. He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree. He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies./0/56917/coverorgin.jpg?v=6b7f62c778c5e4131630160dbc59907d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Don's Secret Surrogate
What happens when the only girl you LOVE in this world and next starts to be a FORBIDDEN LOVE an ofshoot of an action you aren't even responsible for and you can do nothing about it except to keep your hands folded? ** Henry Rodriguez, the youngest heir of the Rodriguez family. When wickedity expels Goodness, he is born as a numen to win over knavery. He is good to everyone because he is humane but when someone goes savage, weakness is not what the person is going to remember about him. Henry possesses the heart of a flower but a predator, a proponent of equity and a terrible mafia leader ready to rip the goblin out of his flesh when it comes to the girl he loves. Sania Witmore is his sweetheart, a damsel in distress who is swallowed with financial and family problems. She is the one and only girl who got him hooked by her little finger right on the day of the deal. Would it be called love at first sight? Maybe it was, because Henry would not allow anyone even to touch a hair of hers. He was her invisible shield, a dutiful mafia whose heart beats only for her and who can lay his life happily just to win a smile on her face. Were Henry and Sania bound to be for each other? This is a sequel to I hate to love you, Mr CEO. The second book in Rodriguez series, though all books can be read independently./0/63175/coverorgin.jpg?v=b83984ae603227d2a8a9d45fe1f59bdf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
NEVER KNEW HE WAS A MAFIA
Her father and stepmother died, leaving her to the brutal hands of her step brother. Her stepbrother is heartless. He treats her as a maid, is it a torture? She however discovers that she has been sold. Sold to a Ruthless Mafia, just to serve as a settlement for her stepbrother's debt. Now she fears her life. Would her life take a turn for the worse or for the best?/0/82574/coverorgin.jpg?v=4af81c973202fafdc5d9ab7442e84987&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Comeback King of Vegas
Three years ago, my step-brother Chad and ex-fiancée Jessica conspired to strip me of everything, casting me out of the powerful Harrison family empire. Now, I was a different man, forged in Las Vegas under the tutelage of the formidable Big Tony Costello, learning the real game of power. Tonight, I sat quietly in the Bellagio' s most exclusive VIP room, observing, a discreet cog in Big Tony' s vast machine. Then, loud and obnoxious, Chad swaggered in, Jessica clinging to his arm like a trophy. His mocking laughter boomed as he recognized me, "Alex Miller! Didn't expect to see you in a place like this, unless you' re running chips now?" Jessica' s practiced disinterest and feigned sympathy only twisted the knife, reminding me of her betrayal. They tried to break me, publicly humiliating me with their false pity and accusations of being a "pauper" clinging to the edges of their world. Chad then brought in a professional cheat, Silas, who, with Jessica' s distracting help, tried to swindle me out of $50 million in a high-stakes poker game. When I exposed their brazen cheating, the Harrisons themselves stormed in, my step-mother' s slap resounding across my face as they arrogantly refused to pay the debt, threatening to use their power to silence me. The sheer audacity, the injustice of being treated like trash again by the very people who took everything, was infuriating. How could they be so brazen, so certain of their untouchable power, even after being caught red-handed? Was I forever marked as the Harrison reject, destined to be humiliated whenever our paths crossed? But they underestimated the silent strength I had cultivated, the quiet confidence that now flowed through me. "No limit," I stated, leaning into the table, ready to turn their spectacle into their undoing. What they didn't know was that the real power in Las Vegas was already on its way, and their cruel game was about to become their worst nightmare./0/65366/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf8510a5c018b2927b3cc23111625c0c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
