Mafia Books for Women
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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?/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=20260106220721&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./1/118709/coverorgin.jpg?v=9fc7be59080d1a09e7a7ed5388e30ec8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Signing Away The Mafia Don
For five years, I nursed my crippled mafia boss husband back to health. But the moment he reclaimed his throne, he brought home his childhood friend, Rosalie. He gave her the master suite and ordered me to the kitchens to prepare food like a common maid. Even my eight-year-old stepdaughter, whom I had raised since she was a toddler, started looking at me with absolute disgust. "I wish you were my real mother, Aunt Rosalie. She dresses like a peasant and doesn't belong in our bloodline." When Rosalie orchestrated a fake kidnapping to frame me, my own daughter looked Vincenzo in the eyes and lied to support the mistress. Then, Rosalie faked a fainting spell at the top of the grand staircase. Vincenzo rushed up to catch her, letting me tumble violently down the hard marble steps. As I lay paralyzed in a pool of my own blood, miscarrying our unborn child, he carried her away without sparing me a single glance. I didn't understand. I had pulled him from the edge of death, washed his wasted body, and carved the wooden cane he used to walk. Why was my five years of absolute devotion treated like disposable garbage? When the doctor delivered the crushing news about my baby, the last ember of affection I held for him went cold. I signed the annulment papers without asking for a single cent, and vanished from the city forever./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./1/121213/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260622133932&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Ruthless Northern Warden
I waited eleven years to marry the Syndicate Underboss. But on the final night of the Old Ways, Silas laughed with his men and announced he would never claim me. Instead, he elevated his adopted sister, Serena, to his side. He left me standing entirely alone at the ceremonial altar, letting the whole mafia family mock me with vulture‑like pity. When I tore Serena's dress in a blind rage, he locked me in an underground fighting cage for his soldiers to jeer at, calling it a fair punishment. His mother openly called me damaged goods, and Silas threatened to give my entire dowry and family territories to Serena if I didn't bow down and apologize to her. For a decade, I endured his emotional abuse, only to realize I was just a convenient shield for his sick obsession with his sister. My heart finally went completely dead. I dropped his blood‑ruby engagement crest into the trash and burned eleven years of memories to ash. Then, I invoked the ancient laws of severance right to his face. "I'm breaking the arrangement." When Alessandro, the lethal Warden of the North, arrived with an armored motorcade to claim me as his Queen, Silas finally panicked. He chased my car, pounding on the glass with bloodshot eyes, begging me to come back. I just looked at him with flat, dead calm and rolled up the window./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=20260106200724&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)
Sold To The Mafia Lord
Elena Ricci's world shatters when her mother falls critically ill, leaving her with no options but desperation. A whispered suggestion from a friend leads her to a dark and twisted auction where the rich buy more than just art. Desperate for the money to save her mother, Elena agrees to auction herself, only to be swept away by a man far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Dante Moretti, the ruthless Mafia Lord of Milan, didn't plan to buy anyone that night. But something about Elena's fire her defiance, her desperation captivates him. He saves her, but his intentions are anything but pure. Now trapped in his luxurious world of power and violence, Elena fights to keep her independence, even as Dante's possessive obsession over her deepens. Two years later, with her mother saved and a child born from their twisted union, Elena plans to escape. But Dante's enemies have other plans, using her and their child as pawns in a deadly game. Just when she thinks she's nothing more than a bargaining chip, Dante risks everything to rescue her, unraveling a passion neither of them can deny. Can Elena break free from the Mafia Lord's grasp, or will Dante's love prove to be the most dangerous force of all?/1/114018/coverorgin.jpg?v=3b95352104169426fbf12ffa054eb978&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Hid Her Crown, Now Reigns
I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi. I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet. The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress. Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet. The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly. I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world. Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked. He chose to sacrifice me to save face. "Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves." He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress. He thought he was showing strength. He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors. Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared. "Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers." "And send the wolves."/0/89458/coverorgin.jpg?v=446afb288dd3a9e59e0179577bb823e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TERZO: Mafia's Redemption
TERZO When I took someone's life, I knew there was no going back. To seek redemption and save my sister from marrying an evil like Francesco Giordani, I have to find his runaway daughter. The job should be easy- bring Dani Souls home by any means necessary. But when life takes an unexpected turn, it's not always in the right direction. I find myself drawn to her. Seeing her terrified of me, I take it to my advantage. I didn't give her many options: marry me or marry another monster. My only issue is that she doesn't know I killed her brother. *** DANI When a tall, dark, and mysterious man steps into my life, I know he's a made man- extremely dangerous. In a moment of weakness, I shot him. For someone like Terzo Siciliano, a ruthless, unforgiving, and incapable of emotions, whose surname is feared by many, I should be dead by now. Instead, he plays his cards right and lures me into a trap- a marriage for my protection, or he owns my life. While our families are on the verge of a raging war, I feel helpless to resist his devilish charm. But I don't know which feels much worse, me treading on dangerous waters or uncovering his deceit?/0/57076/coverorgin.jpg?v=50661af69a293bb9b45862dc8b9c4d27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entrapped By The Devil
Lizzy is trying to escape her past. Shielding herself from the dangers that may lead to her death one day. She has managed to keep a low profile and be safe for the last five years. But after a stupid video goes viral, she is not so sure anymore. Now, she is terrified all the time. Panics at the sight of men in dark suits and black cars. Even the thought of stepping out of her home fills her with dread. What would she do when a certain dangerous man from her past is done with the game of chase they have been playing? What if now he is desperate for a confrontation? And has a proposal that she might not refuse? How would she answer all the questions she left behind after escaping the world from which no one ever returned alive?/1/110265/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6502d1e3222069615b4fe9fc1375969&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Between Us : Bound To The Hot Mafia Uncle
" let that wetness drip. I want to see what I do to you without even touching You " He stared at her trembling fragile figure who stood naked in front of him with wetness dripping down her thighs making her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment and he just sat there, staring at her. " Please ...... daddy " ---------- He was my father's best friend and a very close family friend. I had been in love with him since I was fifteen. He was the man of my dreams but Also a man I could never have. A man who could make me feel tingles. One night and It changed everything. I was in bed, letting my hand satisfy the needs and desires of my dark fantasies when he had just walked in, catching me disheveled and messed up. That night he had helped me and that was the first time I had gotten off. I thought it was a step closer to our relationship but He made it clear, he wanted to be a father figure to me. But his body opposed his words. I knew Luciano Morelli wanted me just as much as I did or maybe more./0/55825/coverorgin.jpg?v=c92f97dff1ae1f4ab1ae94ce4139b5f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Charming Mate
Rocco Lorenzo is a brutal mafia that never forgives. He is feared by all and get whatever he sets his mind on. Irena is a cunny lady who is aspiring to be a lawyer and uses her ability to extort money from people with the hope of getting her mother out of prison. Fate brings them together as she tells him his fate and he gets swamped into her audacity - something no one has ever shown to him. Her cute charm was enough to get him hooked on their first encounter and he decided to pursue whatever bond it was till the end before he started uncovering the twist of fates. Will their stories let them be together?/1/104478/coverorgin.jpg?v=9295342081f92060a8e37e923c950771&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Married You For Your Brother’s Face
I married the most ruthless Don in Chicago, but not for love, money, or power. I married Luca Falcone because he was the only man on earth who carried the same DNA as his dead identical twin, Dante—the love of my life. For three years, I played the role of the submissive, obsessed wife. I endured his coldness. I cooked for his mistress, Sofia. I even stayed silent when Sofia pushed me down a flight of stairs in a jealous rage, nearly killing me. Luca thought I stayed because I was weak. He thought the way I stared at his face was adoration. He never realized I was looking right through him, seeing the ghost of the brother he could never live up to. But the moment the second pink line appeared on the pregnancy test, my mission was complete. I had secured the heir. I had brought a piece of Dante back to the world. The vessel was no longer needed. I signed the divorce papers, packed my bags, and vanished into the night while Luca was busy with his mistress. When he finally tracked me down months later, broken and begging on his knees for me to come home, I didn't feel a thing. I looked down at the man who thought he was a King and delivered the final blow. "I never loved you, Luca. I married you for the sperm."/1/104948/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260108185929&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Heiress: My Husband's Deadly Mistake
I was eight months pregnant with the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. My husband, Austen, told me he was hosting a private celebration to honor me and the baby. But when I walked into the warehouse, the steel doors slammed shut behind me. I wasn't in a ballroom. I was locked inside an industrial glass freezer. Through the thick glass, I saw Austen standing with his assistant, Deb. They were laughing. He told me he didn't care about his son; he only cared about the trust fund that would unlock upon my father's death. "Cool her off," he ordered. His men dumped buckets of ice water onto me. The shock was instant. I begged him to stop, screaming for the life of our child, but he just watched with cold eyes. As I collapsed into a slush of ice and my own blood, I felt the baby fade away. Austen thought he had won. He thought my father, the Don, was dead and buried. He thought I was just a helpless, spoiled princess he could dispose of to seize the throne. He was wrong. With my last ounce of strength, I looked through the glass and mouthed three words: "He is coming." Before Austen could react, the warehouse doors didn't just open—they exploded inward. And through the smoke walked the man Austen thought was worm food. My father wasn't dead. But my husband was about to wish he was./0/54106/coverorgin.jpg?v=63288f9941c00aa1f0df61e7b54d0088&imageMogr2/format/webp)
