Mafia Books for Women
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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./1/116770/coverorgin.jpg?v=b16fbc3eab64cb052eb640221f8ec19d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Reclaim His Dying Bride
When the back-alley doctor told me the cancer in my stomach had spread and I had maybe weeks left, my hand faltered. The ceramic figurine—a gift from a lover five years gone—slipped and shattered against the floorboards. Inside the broken clay was a stiff white card, stained at the corner with dried blood. A marker. One absolute favor from Silas Falcone, the most ruthless Don in New York's underworld. Five years ago, his mother threatened my sister's life to force me out. On that same day, I learned my body was already dying. To protect his succession, I staged a brutal betrayal—breaking his heart so he'd let me go, so he'd survive. Now, with weeks left to live, I redeemed the marker just to see him one last time. But when Silas arrived, his eyes held nothing but lethal ice. He coldly announced his arranged marriage to a rival family's daughter. His mother showed up and struck me across the face, calling me a worthless liability. I bit my tongue and hid my dying body's failure, ready to take the secret to my grave. Until Silas kicked down my door and found my medical file. The ruthless Boss who terrified the entire underworld dropped to his knees on my floor, his hands trembling. He renounced his Falcone inheritance, pulled me into his arms, and looked at his mother with murder in his eyes. "I will burn the Famiglia to the ground for her." ---/1/102819/coverorgin.jpg?v=a617482dc12f331777919667aac45637&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Rose Rises Anew
He called me his wild rose, the foster kid he rescued from the streets. He built me a gilded cage and told me it was love. Then I saw the text: my best friend, Karis, showing off the engagement ring he' d just given her. I rushed to his office, only to overhear the truth. I was just a "placeholder," a "stray he picked up," a useful toy to keep his family happy while he planned his real future with her. He laughed about how easily he could control me. "A little gaslighting, a few well-placed gifts, and she'll be back where she belongs. Under my thumb." His final act of love? Drugging me and handing me over to a monster, sacrificing me as a "body double" to protect his precious Karis. He thought I was just a broken foster kid with nowhere to go. He thought he could erase me. He was wrong. As the private jet he put me on exploded over the ocean, I was already gone-saved by the powerful family I never knew I had. Now, I'm coming back, and they will pay for every single lie./1/118718/coverorgin.jpg?v=95740f2ae6b32fb046d1fcb6bac48cc7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Cannot Afford Me Now,Fabiano
Tomorrow, I am supposed to walk down the aisle and marry the most lethal mafia boss on the East Coast. But right now, I am trapped inside a locked glass conservatory. His childhood friend turned on the industrial ceiling sprinklers, laughing as the cold water rapidly filled the room. She knew about my crippling phobia of drowning. I looked through the glass at my fiancé, Fabiano, begging him to save me. Instead of helping, he just leaned against the terrace railing, sipping his bourbon while his men recorded my terror on their phones. “Stop making a scene and embarrassing me,” he warned through the intercom, annoyed by my panic. Then, his childhood friend smiled and whispered a truth that froze my blood. “I didn't just guess your little phobia. Fabiano gave it to me.” For three years, I laundered his dirty money, secured his legitimate supply chains, and loved him with my life. I had confided my deepest trauma to him in the dark, and he had turned it into a parlor game for his mistress. How could the man who promised to be my shield watch me drown without an ounce of pity? The fear of the rising water was suddenly burned away by a cold, clarifying rage. I picked up a heavy iron stand, smashed the bulletproof glass with my bleeding hands, and triggered my private tactical team. Since he thought I was just a disposable accountant, I would show him what happens when you cross the woman who actually owns his empire./0/90491/coverorgin.jpg?v=d114e8efa3ec7d28998e8cd59d132cd7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadow's Decree
The pain in her head was miserable. Safia had difficulty even in opening her eyes. But when finally she did, a chord struck in her throat. A very handsome man was sleeping beside her in his half naked glory with his head ducked to the pillow. Alarm leaped like a hurricane in her head. How did she end up with an unknown man in her bed? Oh wait! This was not her home. The place looked eerily quiet and was way too costly than hers. It screamed power and money. Safia panicked. She was not drunk nor on drugs. How come she has no memory of her past? She carefully slipped away from under the covers. But it was too late. The man beside her had already woken up. "Who are you? Why are you in my bed?" Safia squealed in worry. Much against her expectation the guy was very much composed. He signaled to the ring on her finger and opened the drawer beside him before throwing the marriage testament on her face. "We are married. You are my wife now. Be ready to welcome the life of thorns." "What?"/1/103145/coverorgin.jpg?v=1871175a7ff91e1c8614f436d3ff2001&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Redeemed in Blood
Amelia Manson married the mafia boss Cristian Patel for three years and got kidnapped by his enemies 99 times. To save her, Cristian broke fingers and ribs and spent hundreds of millions just to keep Amelia safe. After the 100th rescue, Amelia rushed to the hospital. But outside the ward, she overheard Cristian, who had just woken from a coma, confess to his female subordinate that he regretted everything. Cristian said to her, "Amelia, I'll send you abroad. This place really isn't right for you." Amelia sensibly pulled out the divorce papers. "Divorce will make things safer." Cristian thought this was their usual fake divorce agreement. But he didn't know the papers were real and that she was truly exhausted. This time, he would never find her again./1/112879/coverorgin.jpg?v=e540eed3b705429e31cd513590efbedc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Disposable Bride's Deadly Secret Identity
My debt-ridden uncle sold me to the Romero mafia family to save his own skin. I was forced to marry Emiliano Romero, a man known to the underworld as "The Ghost"—a rumored monster who supposedly tore his last two caretakers apart. My aunt and cousin delighted in my misery. My cousin came at me with a razor, leaving a nasty bruise on my face, while my aunt bleached my hair to make me look like a cheap, disposable doll. When the Romeros arrived, they didn't even pretend to want a daughter-in-law. "The Family needs a nobody whose death won't start a police report." They just wanted a clueless victim to sign a pre-nup and die quietly. They shoved me down a sterile hallway and locked me inside a fortified, padded cell with a man wrapped in heavy chains. They all thought they were sacrificing a helpless, terrified lamb to a madman. They laughed at my tears, completely convinced I was just gutter trash waiting to be slaughtered. But they had no idea I was a highly trained undercover operative. Listening to their arrogant whispers, the pieces finally clicked. Emiliano wasn't a deranged killer—he was a prisoner being drugged and framed by his own blood. I drained my uncle's bank account to buy a neurotoxin antidote, dropped my pathetic, trembling disguise, and stepped calmly into the monster's cage. I wasn't here to be their victim. I was here to save him./1/116124/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6dba2b8b919061eb727579dc4889afa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Marrying My Ex's Disabled Uncle
I died in a hospital bed while my fiancé Brett and my stepsister Juliana toasted my inheritance in the next room. The lemonade she fed me wasn't kindness—it was a cardiac suppressant. The asset transfer I signed wasn't protection—it was my epitaph. As my heart monitor flatlined, I swore one thing: If I get another life, I will destroy them both. Then I opened my eyes. Crystal chandelier. Champagne. My twenty-second birthday party. Brett is about to humiliate me by gifting Juliana my mother's diamond bracelet. The crowd is waiting for the heiress to break down and cry. This time, I don't cry. I smile. I walk past them without a word. And I go straight to the man everyone has forgotten—Brett's disabled uncle, Marcello Kane, who's been rotting in a wheelchair for a decade. In front of all New York's elite, I make my choice. Not Brett. Not tears. Him. They think I've lost my mind. But I've just won the war. Because Marcello Kane isn't broken. He's a predator in disguise. And together, we're going to burn their empire to the ground./1/116774/coverorgin.jpg?v=c188c1cb18ad35fa55a80321df816b13&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dying Unloved: My Cold Family's Bitter Regret
I made one phone call on my tenth birthday, and it cost me everything. I just wanted my brother to come home for cake. They never found his body after the car bomb. So my parents buried their grief in me. Eight years of kneeling in freezing rain. Eight years of being told my existence was a debt I could never repay. Tonight, on the anniversary of his death, I'm going to die. And the people who should have saved me won't even pick up the phone./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?/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./0/61944/coverorgin.jpg?v=aab5346b646b398817c727cf0ce79fb5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Lord's Obsession
"120 million, going, going," the auctioneer announced, a proud smile gracing my face as I became Jaylen's dollar price doll. The smile faded the moment I heard, "200 million," some random young man raised his number with a smirk on his face from the other side of the hall, I guess this person was trying to challenge Jaylen but this wasn't the time for that. Kylie Candace Kazimir is one of the highest paid assassins but what happens when she is given a job by an anonymous person to eliminate one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. How will this one job affect her life? who gave her this Job and why? let's watch and see how Kylie will manage to pull this off or will she?/1/105747/coverorgin.jpg?v=4886953d6eb03b162221d3a8ed57a03f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Discarded Wife Was The Real Boss
I spent fifteen years building my husband's mafia empire, coding the complex algorithms that washed his blood money clean. But on my thirty-fifth birthday, instead of a gift, I received a photo of his hand resting on another woman's thigh. When I confronted him, Dustin didn't apologize. He brought his pregnant mistress, Jami, into our penthouse and told me to accept the hush money. "You have nothing except what I give you," he sneered, treating me like a slow servant rather than the mastermind behind his success. The argument turned violent. He shoved me hard, sending me crashing into a solid oak nightstand. As I lay on the floor, bleeding and dizzy from a split forehead, I watched the man I loved step over my body to comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen heirloom ring. He didn't check my pulse. He didn't call for help. He looked at me with pure disgust and turned his back. In that moment, the wife died, and the witness was born. He thought I was powerless because I had no assets in my name. He thought I would fade away quietly. He forgot one crucial detail: I wasn't just the furniture in his castle. I was the architect. Every server, every encrypted drive, every hidden account—I owned the code. I wiped the blood from my face and walked out the door, but I didn't go to a lawyer. I went to a hardware store and bought a ten-pound sledgehammer. I wasn't going to just leave him. I was going to delete him./0/62271/coverorgin.jpg?v=a160dab119056d8040534323107514fa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Tangled In Vengeance And Desire
"I'm sorry for everything I did in the past. I want us to reunite as a family. I want to be involved in my child's life," Julian said to Ava, his voice laced with sincerity as he held her hand. Ava shook her head, her finger pointed accusingly to his chest. "Now, you want me because i have a child with you? It's too late, Julian," she replied. "Ava, we can make this work. Just give me a chance to make everything right," he said to her in a pleading voice. She remained silent, trying to pull her hand away but Julian held it tight. He pulled her close, his lips brushing hers. "You will always be mine, Ava. If I can't have you then no one will," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. ~~~~~~~ After a painful divorce from her cheating ex-husband Julian, Ava thought she'd closed the chapter on her past. But when Julian reappears five years later, old wounds and feelings resurface. Complicating matters is the fact that Ava has a secret son with Julian and is now in a contract marriage with Alex, a rival of Julian's who has been her rock in times of need. As Julian tries to win her back, Ava must navigate a complex web of love and loyalty. Torn between her lingering feelings for Julian and her commitment to Alex, Ava must make a choice. Will she choose the father of her child or the man who has been her steady support? And what will be the consequences of her decision?/1/117104/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a0aa417a8bea3f0766e6467e997f595&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer His Obedient Mafia Shadow
I had been the obedient shadow of New York's future Don since we were six years old, willing to bleed for his Outfit. But in a club full of made men, when asked who he would save in a lethal crossfire between me and a Capo's daughter, he looked me dead in the eye and chose her. "Tessa is too soft for the life. Saving her would just be a tactical liability." The entire syndicate crew erupted in mocking laughter, cheering as the Capo's daughter brazenly took the seat beside him. To further break my spirit, he later used my late grandfather's sacred blood-oath rosary as a pawn in a treacherous mountain survival drill. He left me to freeze in the torrential mud, violently shoving me aside to coddle his new favorite's fake injury, publicly berating me as a pathetic burden. For fifteen years, I endured his isolation and casual cruelty, naively believing he was just hardening me for our future reign. I couldn't understand how the boy who used to protect me could so ruthlessly strip away my dignity, deliberately destroying my confidence just so I would remain his dependent toy forever. Waking up battered in the hospital, the fifteen years of suffocating devotion finally drained out of me. I calmly booked a one-way ticket to the rival Southern Syndicate to become an underground surgeon, leaving him and his bloody throne behind forever./0/79468/coverorgin.jpg?v=71de16d670f71b51b5263b331c697d3d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Addicted To You (Morte Nera)
Rated 18+. This story is dark, intense, and dangerously addictive. "Do you miss me, Bella... Mia?" She could recognize that voice even in her sleep. She stood frozen, looking at him with wide eyes. "W... what..." "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" she asked, his eyes moving across her body, especially on her exposed legs. He suddenly stood on his feet, and she moved back, his presence affecting her. "What happened to your elbow?" he asked. "Why should I tell you that? I owe you no explanation," she said, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. He took three long strides towards her before pinning her to the wall, his hot breath fanning her neck. Lexi could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes met his ocean-blue eyes. She hated to deny it, but he had grown much more handsome than before. A slow smirk appeared on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Lexi shook, trying to push him off, but he stood gallantly like a statue, his height towering above her. "Let me... go... now," her voice hoarse. "I hate repeating myself, Lexi. You might wanna start talking," he said in a warning tone, but she didn't reply. He suddenly gripped her two arms and raised them above her head, pinning them tightly to the wall. "Let go of me," she said. His right hand snaked under the towel, and she gasped when she felt his hands between her thighs. "You always want it the hard way, don't you, Bella... Mia?" he said as his hands traced her sensitive skin. --- A mafia king, Antonio Saint Claire, holds Lexi Thompson, a detective, captive in a toxic game. Now she must play by his rules to preserve her sanity. Will she break free from his toxic grasp or be consumed?/1/101855/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5c49fac0a5c3265e1e791eb822736e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife Is Another Man's Treasure
The exact moment Marcus Thorne, the most violent Capo on the East Coast, chose to leave our anniversary dinner to answer his mistress's call, I didn't cry. "Business," he rumbled, ignoring the untouched meal I had cooked. "Don't cause a scene, Ellie," he commanded before walking out the door. I later found out his "business" was a polo match with Izzy. She posted a photo of them laughing, her hand on his chest, wearing the shirt I bought him. When I tried to leave, he humiliated me publicly. He kissed her on stage at a gala, just to prove he could. He told his men I was merely acting out. "Ellie is the furniture," he laughed. "You don't throw away antique furniture just because you bought a new TV." But the final blow came when a bomb detonated at a family gathering. Marcus didn't look for me. He dove to cover Izzy with his body. He actually stepped over my bleeding leg to carry her to safety, leaving me in the dust and debris. He thought I was trapped. He thought I was dependent on his money and his name. He thought I would be waiting at home when he was done playing hero. He was wrong. I signed the divorce papers, destroyed my wedding ring, and boarded a one-way flight to Italy. Three months later, when he finally tracked me down in Tuscany, he fell to his knees in the street, begging me to come back. But I just held the hand of the man standing next to me—a man who treated me like a partner, not a prop. "You are trespassing," I said coldly. "Go home, Marcus."/1/116781/coverorgin.jpg?v=c218501234d925a5eb22d42845cec70c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Tears For My Cold Mafia Husband
On our first wedding anniversary, my husband walked out the door. Not for business. For her. I left the divorce papers on the table, my wedding ring next to his untouched champagne, and I disappeared into the night. For a year, I watched Dominic Rossi—the ruthless Underboss of the New York syndicate—drop everything the moment his phone buzzed with another crisis from Sophia. A panic attack. A sleepless night. A lie. I was his wife, the woman he’d promised to cherish, but I was never his priority. So I chose myself. Now he’s tearing the city apart trying to find me. But I’m already gone—building a new life with a job that’s mine, an apartment that’s mine, and a name that doesn’t belong to him. The girl who waited in that penthouse is dead. The woman who walked out isn’t looking back. When Dominic finally corners me, I see the cracks in his armor. He says he’s sorry. He says he loves me. He says he finally understands. But some words are too late, and some promises can’t be fixed. He made me guess for a year. Now it’s his turn to wonder if I’ll ever come back. A heart-wrenching, standalone mafia romance about a woman who refused to be second choice, and the man who learned too late what he’d lost./1/101858/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1a57c290b1281689bd348ba4cc92598&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping The Ruthless Don's Golden Cage
I stood at the gala, draped in diamonds worth millions, playing the role of the perfect Mafia wife. But the illusion shattered when his mistress walked in wearing a necklace identical to mine—a cattle brand dipped in gold. When I confronted them, Liam didn't defend me. He shoved me aside to protect her. I hit the floor, and as my blood soaked into the white stage, I realized he had killed our unborn child. But the nightmare didn't end there. I woke up to find that Liam had ordered me sedated to "manage my hysteria." The complications from his control and the trauma had forced an emergency hysterectomy. He hadn't just killed his heir; he had stolen my future. Yet, he still tried to lock me in his estate, convinced he could force me to love him again if he just kept me hidden long enough. He thought I was broken. He thought I was his property. He was wrong. With the help of a doctor who had loved me from the shadows for years, I faked my death and vanished. Six months later, the great Don found me in a small-town bookstore, falling to his knees to beg for a second chance. I looked at the man who destroyed me and handed him a single dollar bill. "Loyalty is the only currency, Liam," I said, quoting his own vow back to him. "And you are bankrupt."/1/116783/coverorgin.jpg?v=3fe611623368913f1f03c4aad4b87816&imageMogr2/format/webp)
