Mafia Books for Women
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Betrayal in His Arms
Betrayal in His Arms A Dark Billionaire Mafia Romance of Love, Lies, and Revenge Isabella Lane thought she knew what monsters looked like. Until she met Adrian Steele-the billionaire who ruled Valoria's underworld with a glance that could freeze fire. Her mission was simple: get close, make him trust her, and end his life. But nothing about Adrian is simple. He's sin wrapped in silk, danger disguised as charm. One touch burns, one look unravels everything she thought she was. Adrian has built empires on fear and loyalty, yet one small, curvy stranger makes his control slip. Her laughter softens his rage; her secrets tempt him to risk the kingdom he swore to protect. He doesn't know she's the weapon aimed at his heart-or that loving her will destroy them both. When truth bleeds through lies, passion turns to ruin. In a city where every promise costs blood, Isabella must choose between the man she loves and the vengeance that made her. And Adrian will learn that the greatest betrayal isn't from an enemy's bullet-but from the woman in his arms./1/101983/coverorgin.jpg?v=d48c10fe42104bdd34558c31997fadfe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Faked Amnesia To Abandon His Wife
The neurosurgeon looked at me with pity, delivering a diagnosis that severed seven years of devotion in a heartbeat. According to the scans, my husband, Dante Rizzoli, remembered how to strip a Glock blindfolded and launder millions. He just didn't remember loving me. Overnight, I went from being the cherished Mafia Princess to an unwanted stranger in my own penthouse. While I filled our home with his favorite lilies trying to spark a memory, Dante brought home Gia. She was loud, tacky, and draped over him like a cheap suit. The Capo had forgotten his wife, but he seemed to remember his lust perfectly fine. I swallowed the humiliation, clinging to the hope of his recovery, until I stood outside his office door with a tray of espresso. I heard his dark, amused laugh rumbling through the wood. "The amnesia is the most useful card I've ever played," Dante told his soldier. "It buys me time to enjoy Gia without the family breathing down my neck. Elena is a boring, safe relic. I need fire, not a porcelain doll." My heart didn't race. It stopped. The medical anomaly was a lie. He hadn't forgotten me; he was just done with me. I set the tray down silently. I wasn't going to wait for him to remember anymore. I walked out of the penthouse and dialed a number I hadn't used in years. "Get the new ID ready," I whispered into the phone. "Elena Vitiello dies tonight. Livia Moretti leaves at dawn."/0/52080/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffe7a75ca11f4c2283acede3cc6d6bb0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seduced by Danger
Bella stood before a large mirror in a grand room, brushing her hair. She was preparing herself for what would happen on the first night of her marriage. As Bella was brushing her hair, the door to the room opened, and she saw in the mirror her husband approaching her. Bella put down her hairbrush and turned to face Leandro, who was standing with pride and honor behind her. "You can refuse if you don't want me to do this," Leandro said, his tone cold and formal. Bella lowered her head. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be touched by a man she didn't love. She didn't want anything to happen between her and a man she barely knew, except for their wedding day. But what could she do? She had to fulfill her husband's needs. If he wanted something to happen between them, she couldn't refuse. That's what her father had drilled into her mind. Leandro sighed, and Bella raised her gaze to meet his. Her eyes widened when she saw Leandro undressing. "If you're not going to say anything to stop me, I will take it as permission to have sex with you," Leandro stated. Bella firmly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood up and slowly removed her nightdress. Leandro's lips parted in surprise at his wife's actions. Nevertheless, the desires of his flesh overpowered his other emotions. He quickly pulled his wife into a deep kiss, catching Bella off guard, leaving her with no time to close her eyes. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the bed with Leandro on top of her. Leandro's movements were swift. He removed Bella's underwear and looked at her one last time before speaking again. "You can still stop me," Leandro said in a hoarse voice. Bella took a deep breath and shook her head. "This is my obligation as your wife. You don't have to ask me again. Do it." Leandro retrieved a condom, put it on, and then positioned himself before slowly entering Bella. She screamed in pain and discomfort as she accepted her husband's entirety. Bella involuntarily pulled Leandro's hair as he continued to penetrate her slowly. Tears streamed down Bella's face as she felt Leandro's fullness inside her. She gradually began to feel Leandro's movements. That night, Bella experienced a mix of desire and bitterness. She surrendered to her husband's actions, but she cried and felt bitter because she was unsure if this was the life she truly desired. They shared a passionate night, and Bella barely remembered the details due to exhaustion. She woke up the next morning to find her husband no longer by her side. She later discovered that he had left the country early that morning, leaving her alone./1/118253/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1b0d2e6081c217ae3fba832399e6986&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Wife Was Never Helpless
I believed marrying Hudson Yale, the most ruthless mafia Don in Los Angeles, would keep my daughter safe. That illusion shattered when he suspended me from a steel beam and ordered his men to whip me until my back bled. My only crime was that my six-year-old daughter and I wore white dresses, a color exclusively reserved for his precious niece, Hazel. While I was locked in a dark basement, Hazel tortured my little girl, forced her to jump off a concrete roof, and casually showed me the video of her death. When I screamed in agony, Hudson didn't care. He kicked me down a flight of marble stairs just to protect Hazel. Because Hazel was diagnosed with leukemia, he even issued a Don's Command for me to donate my bone marrow to save her. When I secretly poisoned my own marrow rather than save my daughter's murderer, he allowed his doctors to inject me with necrotic toxins every single day. I didn't understand why his blind loyalty to his niece meant my parents and my child had to die. Why was I forced to sacrifice my own life and dignity for the monster who destroyed my entire world? But Hudson made one fatal mistake. He always dismissed my maiden name, Cole, as just a common civilian coincidence. He didn't know I was actually the biological sister of Callan Cole, the terrifying Boss of the New York Cosa Nostra. Wiping the blood from my mouth, I dialed my brother's encrypted number. "Help me kill them all."/1/104643/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223724&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Just A Placeholder: Dying For His Mistress
I stood on the tarmac clutching white magnolias, watching the man I loved hand his loyalty to the woman born to destroy me. Dante Cavallaro, the Ruthless Underboss, didn't just leave me for Sofia Moretti. He revealed that for two years, I wasn't his lover. I was a human shield. The heavy iron bangle he forced me to wear wasn't a gift for my protection. "It's a Malocchio anchor," he sneered as I lay paralyzed on the floor. "It drains the wearer's luck to keep Sofia healthy. You are just the filter." My body began to rot from the inside out, my nerves dying one by one. When I was finally on my deathbed, unable to move or speak, Dante didn't cry for me. He cried because his tool was broken. He forced the cursed bangle onto his own wrist, begging the universe to keep me alive so I could continue to suffer in Sofia's place. "Please," he sobbed into my sheets. "Don't leave me alone with the bad luck." I used my last breath to make a wish—not for him, but for my freedom. I closed my eyes and died. Exactly one hour later, Dante's phone rang. It was his father. "Sofia just collapsed," he said. "Her heart just stopped." I was the vessel. And now that I was gone, the poison had come home to the King./1/114030/coverorgin.jpg?v=6aa331c49e984ac00db938cc2c71a789&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Broke My Spirit, I Soared
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./0/91816/coverorgin.jpg?v=6f19dd4c26eec345e5913c7675b10701&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Eternal Night of Seduction: From Abandoned Mistress To Mafia Queen
Selena Menezwa had been with Caius Capone, the illegitimate son of the mafia family, for ten years. Yet, on the day he took power, the family called someone else the "Godmother". Caius, his hands still stained with blood and gripping a gun, held Charlotte Wodehurst, a pure-looking beauty in his arms. "Selena, don't blame me. You never had a proper education, and you're too unrestrained. You're not fit to be the Godmother. Charlotte is different. She was born into nobility and is the second violinist in the orchestra. You can stick around without a ring, but she can't." Selena didn't argue; she simply turned and left. What Caius didn't know was that she was the princess of the powerful Menezwa family and the concertmaster of the very orchestra where Charlotte played. The Menezwa family, well aware of Selena's reckless streak, had already prepared a man for her. The arms dealer Caius was desperate to win over was already eager to become her fiancé./0/67413/coverorgin.jpg?v=49525dde8a0ca61f8ca73e7e4897312f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Game Of Trust
Richard a man in his mid 30's fell in love with a Viola. She stayed with him for several years hoping someday they'd be together as one. No doubt Richard loved Viola so much till he left the country on a contract where he met his boss' wife Diane. It was love at first sight. Knowing well Diane had a soft spot for him, Richard tried so hard to resist her beauty, her intelligence and wealth, it seemed like a mission impossible cause she completely swept him off his feet. His intelligence and dark skin caught her attention for she wanted to get him laid so bad. At the grand opening of Diane's successful husbands company, Fred threw a huge party and Richard appeared in his best. His ebony shined so bright, his smiles were as innocent as a new born babe. Waiting on his boss, Diane came looking all dashing. Her smiles penetrated his heart made him feel weak in his knees, his eyes were fixed on her, he wished to bask on a sandy beach with her touching her every sides. They both lusted after each other and couldn't resist. They finally got to be together in a room at the event and he had his chance. They had a bit of discussion, he gradually pulled her close making her feel his breath. The kiss was slow, intentional and deep. He caressed her and she gripped on him moaning so soft on his lips. The feeling was magical. They continued having sex secretly, he totally forgot about Viola. Viola tried so hard in reaching out to him. She got her visa and moved over to where he stayed thanks to the information she received from his boss Fred. She arrived at the airport and Fred picked her up. She went to meet Richard the next day and he was shocked. He told her his reasons for the lack of communication was because of how tight work had been for him. She explained to him how Fred her elder brother helped her come see him. It was a shock to Richard cause he had no idea Fred was viola's elder brother. She never mentioned him. She stated her reasons were because she was scared he'd only love her to get money from her. Richard tried so much to hide Both ladies for a while until viola found out about Diane. She reported to Fred who was highly disappointed in Diane and was heartbroken. Richard apologized and promised never to repeat such, instead he became more discreet in sleeping with Diane. Diane's best friend Reila, came visiting and caught Richard's attention for she was caramel skinned, beautiful with a nice body figure. He stalked her home just so he could get her information. They became close and started off as friends. He saw a difference in her. He saw a future with her. He loved her sincerely and couldn't resist complimenting her every look online. He stayed away from both Diane and Viola and they both fought each other over Richard. Richard secretly saved lots of money and invested into businesses. His 3yrs contract with his boss had ended already. He quickly got on with his plans. He proposed to Reila in public. Viola fainted.retract/0/61938/coverorgin.jpg?v=d4078afec9a11b933a815034e148cc7b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Don's Woman.
The Alfonso series✓ Book 2✓ He just regarded me, I suddenly felt self-conscious. What does he see me as now, did I change from the person he knew? "Why am I still here, you just terminated my employment." I broke the silence, for me, it was uncomfortable to stay under his dark gaze. "I dismissed you from that job because you will be my personal assistant now." He said. I stare at him like he has lost his mind, personal assistant? Why would that be me, considering our past it will be awkward between us to work directly together? "You are kidding, right?" He must be kidding because been his personal assistant? What for? I have planned out how I was going to survive in this company, by staying out of each other way and not crossing parts. Only for him to wake up this morning and decide that should be his personal assistant. "Am I?" No, he doesn't look like he's kidding. His expression is as serious as that of an ugly rock./1/104646/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223735&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Dead Husband Returned With Another Woman
Three years after I buried an empty casket for my husband, I found him alive in a grocery store parking lot. He was rubbing a stranger's pregnant belly, smiling a soft smile I had never seen in our years of marriage. My husband, the ruthless Don of Chicago, had become "Arthur," a gentle man with no memory of the empire he ruled or the wife he left behind. To protect his happiness, I swallowed my agony and lied. "I am his cousin," I told his pregnant fiancée, Mia. I brought them home to his estate, enduring the torture of watching him give her the tenderness that used to belong to me. But my mercy was rewarded with cruelty. Dante looked at me with cold, unfamiliar eyes and slapped divorce papers onto the table. "Sign them," he demanded, his voice devoid of emotion. "I want to marry Mia before the baby comes. I want a fresh start." He didn't know I was dying of a heart defect caused by the stress of grieving him. He didn't know I stalled for two weeks not for money, but because I wanted to be buried with his name. I died the morning the deadline arrived, taking the secret of my love to the grave. Ironically, that very night, a bullet grazed his temple during an ambush, unlocking the memories he had lost. He remembered the peach orchard. He remembered our blood oath. He remembered that I was his soulmate. He ran to my brother’s gates, screaming my name, blood pouring down his face, desperate to beg for forgiveness. But my brother just stood there, blocking the entrance to the cemetery with a cruel smile. "She waited for you every single day," he spat. "And you killed her."/0/80556/coverorgin.jpg?v=12a41cd7ad124a04886c70293bd31fae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound to the Crime Boss
He was supposed to be her patient. Now she's running for her life with him. Sophia Carter is a top forensic psychologist, hired to study the mind of Chicago's most dangerous crime boss, Damian Russo. But just three sessions in, everything explodes literally. An attack hits the prison. And in the chaos, Damian escapes... taking Sophia with him. She's no longer just part of an evaluation. She's now the target. Dragged into a world of lies, power, and blood money, Sophia finds herself stuck between the man she's supposed to bring down and a deadly government official who will do anything to cover his tracks. Damian says he's not the real villain. But can she trust a man with blood on his hands? With the FBI hunting them and enemies closing in, one wrong move could destroy her life. Or worse her heart./1/104648/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223735&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not For Sale: The Debt Is Paid
Seven years. That was the price tag attached to my father's life. When my father gambled away money he didn't have, Michael Vance paid the debt. He bought my father's safety, and in return, he bought me. I was nineteen then. A peasant girl he polished up to look like a mob wife. I was reapplying my lipstick in the vanity mirror of his armored SUV when I found a diamond choker tucked behind the sunshade. It was a million-dollar piece of jewelry that wasn't mine, engraved with a date that wasn't my birthday. That night at the gala, Michael threw his mistress's heavy fur coat at me. "Hold this, Sarah. Jessica gets hot easily." I stood there like a servant, buried under the scent of another woman’s perfume, watching my fiancé hold her on the dance floor with a tenderness he never showed me. When I stumbled from hunger, he called me a liability to his image. But when Jessica faked a crisis, he abandoned me at the venue to rush her home. I walked to the nearest trash can and shoved the expensive fur down past the half-eaten caviar. As the sugar from a cheap candy bar hit my bloodstream, the fog lifted. I realized I wasn't a wife-in-training. I was a debt that had been paid in full. I left the penthouse, the ring, and the life. But Michael wouldn't let his property go. He cornered me in a parking garage, screaming that I belonged to him, threatening to start a war. He didn't expect me to be standing next to David Chen, the Underboss of the rival Triad faction. And he certainly didn't expect me to take off my Louboutin stiletto and use it as a weapon. "I don't love you, Michael," I said, looking him in the eye as he knelt on the concrete. "And I'm not for sale anymore."/1/104649/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260128095030&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Mafia Heiress Takes It All
I stood at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral, the daughter of New York’s most feared Don, ready to lower myself to marry a common soldier. Then, a toddler in the front pew shrieked, "Daddy." Liam didn't squeeze my hand for reassurance. He dropped it like it was a branding iron. In front of five hundred of the criminal elite, he ran down the aisle, scooping up his secret child and the mistress who had been blackmailing him. He left me standing there, humiliated and alone. Three months later, the "Jilted Princess" title still clung to me. Yet, Liam had the audacity to bring her to my father's birthday gala. Sarah, wearing a dress far too tight and a smug smile, cornered me in the middle of the ballroom. She wanted to twist the knife. "He hates you, you know," she screamed, loud enough for the Dons and Capos to hear. "He says sleeping with you was like sleeping with a statue. He chose real love! He chose a family!" The room went deathly silent. Liam looked at me with pity, thinking he had won. He thought I was broken. He thought I was alone. I took a slow sip of my champagne and set the glass down. "I am not alone, Sarah," I said calmly. I turned toward the shadows near the entrance. "Ethan?" I called out. The crowd parted instantly for the scarred, lethal man who stepped forward—The Ghost of Chicago, the most feared Underboss in Europe. He walked over and wrapped a heavy, possessive arm around my waist. "I’d like you to meet my husband," I told a horrified Liam. "And our daughter is waiting upstairs."/0/79463/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b18f21d50bc982318fc12072ec907df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Little Angel
Running from hell, and towards the devil. Having caught her betrothed and her stepmother in an unforgivable act, Calista runs away into the arms of a stranger-Roman Cappellucci, the cold, calculating, and dangerous mafia boss of Chicago. Roman has worked his way to the top of the criminal underworld with brutality. He proposes a deal: marry him, and he'll protect her. No feelings. No questions. Just safety in exchange for her obedience. But safety has its price It's supposed to be simple, a marriage of convenience for her protection. But don't they say the angel you know is better than the devil you don't know? Things take a twisted, darker turn when Roman's truest nature begins to unfold. He is not the savior she thinks he is; he is the devil that would set the world ablaze for her sake. The abyss she wants to drown in, even though he is ruthless and emotionless. Yet with every passing day, Calista begins to chip away at the ice around Romano's heart. And despite every warning in her head, she finds herself drawn to him-not out of fear, but fascination. Her protector Her obsession Her every darkest fantasy. Because the devil didn't just save her. He claimed her./0/88693/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d993f16fa290b218f09b6b11d13e19a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Forgotten Night
She was his mistake. He became her cage. But fate made them each other's salvation. When Annabelle woke up sore and confused after her graduation night, she fled the hotel room-never knowing the man she left behind would haunt her forever. Years later, she's trapped in the mansion of billionaire Richard Barton, forced to become his mistress. He wants revenge. She wants freedom. Neither expects the shattered pieces of their past to fit so cruelly together. A sick child. A secret identity. A marriage neither asked for. And a love that neither can deny. Just when things begin to heal, a scandal rips them apart again. But love has its own agenda-and secrets don't stay buried forever. Will Annabelle ever forgive him? Can Richard protect her from the enemies she once called family?/0/70390/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a46d1114f6950112a672ebaf2ec718e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BETRAYED BY THE MAFIA LORD
"Why do you remind me so much of my wife?" he asked. "Maybe I am her," she replied. Sophia agreed to marry Leo, a renowned Mafia Lord, after spending the night with him. She spent two years trying to make her marriage work, and just when she thought things were going her way, Leo announced he was leaving her for another woman. She fled the country after almost being murdered by Leo's new fiancée and met Quinn, another infamous Mafia who promised to exact revenge on those who wronged her. Now, she returns with a thirst for revenge and a little replica of her ex-husband. What happens when old sparks begin to fly? Will she stick to her quest for revenge or abandon it and follow her heart?/0/56311/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb2bb6a48ed49529bc2b3588470c5f8c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Abducted By the Mafia Brothers
Vladimir Perazzo is the devil of Venice. He is everything sin stands for. Ruthless, remorseless, and merciless are the words that do no justice to what he is and what horrifying and monstrous things he has done. Zarina has always been an unordinary girl. Being raised in terrible circumstances, she thinks she has seen the worst of the worst and that no one in the world really cares. When fate intervenes and entwines their lives together, they will learn they have much more in common than they thought./0/80559/coverorgin.jpg?v=91a41c41f0acb4e80b9e053cf8488371&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Virgin Bride
Liana DeLuca grew up in silence, obeying every rule under her uncle's strict church roof. So when he forces her into marriage with a known mafia playboy, her world flips upside down. Matteo Romano is sin in human form and she wants no part of him. But Matteo isn't used to hearing "no." He's tasted every kind of pleasure life offers... except a woman like Liana. She's untouched, unbothered, and completely unimpressed by his power. He wants her. She wants him to beg. In a world full of secrets, violence, and desire, Liana finds herself pulled deeper into the underworld and deeper into Matteo's arms. But can love survive where lies were the foundation? Or will Matteo's past burn down the only good thing he's ever wanted?/0/67575/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f8240abd328f1469bfb8f6f6a2f3608&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Last Words: Married for Revenge
A brilliant career, immense wealth, stunning beauty, and being born into a conglomerate family perfectly describe Laila's life. Moreover, she has just tied the knot at a young age with her first love, Renald. Despite her father's vehement objections, she managed to convince him that Renald was the best choice. However, her life soon turned into a disaster. The man she fought so hard for was embroiled in a scandal with someone close to her. Renald not only betrayed her but also stripped her of nearly all her wealth. At the same time, Laila uncovered the shocking truth that her father was a ruthless murderer. Overwhelmed with turmoil, she transformed into a vengeful monster, bringing Renald and the other woman to their knees, haunted by shadows of death. Yet, amidst her quest for revenge, she uncovered a startling revelation about her husband. He turned out to be a specter from her family's past, now determined to claim her throne. Meanwhile, her father was teetering on the brink of ruin. So, who is Renald really? Can Laila carry out her plans amidst the barrage of unexpected truths?/1/102617/coverorgin.jpg?v=81a3d7235a720e3c8d16ea9c3cd713be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
