Mafia Books for Women
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The Mafia Heiress
" it's a matter of life or death and am not ready to face any but I can't be a coward either " I muttered to myself...not until nightmare ventured towards me and hit ahhh ...this idiot just hit my stomach...I winced on the floor that was when I noticed something liquid drip out from my mouth...what the ...bloood ! ./1/103515/coverorgin.jpg?v=e17c8611ddfe17e674cfdb30dda48467&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Followed: Building Our Scarred Life
On the night of my triumph, my husband chose her. As the champagne flutes toasted my resurrected Renaissance masterpieces, the news channels showed Lorenzo "Enzo" Conti shielding his new business ally—and rumored future bride—from a storm. I stood alone in the glittering gallery, the perfect, neglected wife of Chicago's most formidable shadow-king. For four years, I was his most beautiful possession. A restorer of broken art, trapped in my own gilded cage. That night, I saw the final crack. So I began my own restoration project. Myself. I forged my escape with the precision of my craft, embedding my divorce papers within a genuine museum loan agreement. He signed it without a glance, too busy building his empire to notice he was losing his wife. I vanished into the Swiss Alps, carrying two secrets: my unborn child, and the cold resolve to never be erased again. I thought that was the end of the story. I was wrong. He followed. The man who once commanded a criminal empire now lives in a mountain hut. He chops my wood, clears my path, and learns to soothe our daughter at 3 a.m. When assassins from his old life came, he buried them in the frozen earth with his bare hands. "Let me be your sentry," he says, his eyes holding a peace I've never seen. "Let me use the only skills I have left to keep you safe." This is not a story about forgiveness. This is a story about fracture, and what grows from the ruins. It's about the Don who became a carpenter, the restorer who learned to break free, and the new life we're building—piece by scarred piece—in the shadow of the mountains. Some masterpieces aren't found in museums. They're forged in the silent space between a second chance, and the courage to take it./1/109032/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e364b285e8a2d439bb3245298a943c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Engaged to the Devil, Loved by His Shadow
Arranged to marry the most ruthless mafia don in the city, Serafina learns early that obedience is the price of survival. Luca De Santis doesn't love, he owns. And she is his most valuable possession. Inside an empire built on blood, fear, and unbreakable loyalty, there is only one man who never looks at her like property. Matteo De Santis. Luca's cousin. His enforcer. His shadow. Falling in love with him is forbidden. Being discovered means death. As loyalty fractures and betrayal ignites, Serafina is forced to choose: remain a silent bride to a monster or rise beside the man willing to burn the empire for her. In a world where love is treason, survival demands rebellion./0/79184/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff9a70806548507a5136ba836b15edcb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Forgotten Obsession
"Don't die on me, Tom, I can't lose you for the second time. It will ruin me." Vivienne said desperately, holding his sweaty face in her hands. Tom hid his pain and smiled up at her. "There are too many filthy fantasies of you and I in my head that I'm yet to carry out. I won't forgive myself if I die, Vee." She couldn't look away... ~ For Eight years, Vivienne lost her light after the death of her teenage lover, Tristan Bennett. Forced to engage his cruel stepbrother based on based on family's agreement, she made the decision to flee on their wedding day. Now, hidden in a city where no one knows her name, she sort for a new job only for her to discover that her new billionaire boss was her lover who died eight years ago. He doesn't remember her. He bears another name. And he has another woman now? Not any ordinary woman-A dangerous mafia lord's daughter who happens to be obsessed with him. But Tristan, now known as Tom in his new mafia world wants to bail out, and he needs a contract marriage with a new woman to leave his obsessive girlfriend. Vivienne agreed to the marriage contract with every intention to help him get back his past memories. But what happens when all circumstances surrounding them threatens to sabotage her efforts? Tom's cruel stepbrother who wanted Vivienne than breath itself-His Mafia boss, and his obsessive girlfriend. Vivienne must risk danger and death to be with her lover again. But some problems are far too complicated with many secrets to solve, and Vivienne is about to find out./1/103519/coverorgin.jpg?v=93e6999678186632901855a20a4771fc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For The Mafia Don's Regret
I kept a ledger to track my marriage to the most feared man in Chicago. Loyalty started at one hundred. Every time Dante looked through me to stare at his mistress, Isabella, I subtracted one. Every time he left our bed to answer her calls, I subtracted five. The day the score hit zero, I was lying in a secret clinic, bleeding out. I had been in a severe accident. I was pregnant, and the hemorrhage was critical. But the nurse, eyes red with weeping, told me they couldn't give me the blood transfusion I needed. Dante had ordered the clinic's entire supply of O-negative blood to be reserved for Isabella. She had a bruised knee and was "in shock." He prioritized her comfort over his unborn child's life. I lost the baby. I left the ledger on his desk with a final note: *You bought her comfort with your heir’s blood. Score: 0.* Then, I vanished. Two years later, Dante found me at a gala in Seattle. The ruthless Capo dei Capi, a man who never bowed to anyone, fell to his knees in front of hundreds of people. He begged, tears streaming down his face, claiming he had made a mistake, that I was his only true love. I looked at him, then at Julian, the man standing beside me who treated me like a queen. I pulled my hand away from Dante’s grip and smiled coldly. "Apologies don't fix dead things, Mr. Moretti. Go back to your grave."/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?/0/83079/coverorgin.jpg?v=3d16d7057602a7cee07bddfa6c93e568&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From His Shadow To Her Throne
For a decade, I was Ace. Dominic Russo' s top enforcer, his strategist, the ghost who made his problems vanish. I built his empire in Port Sterling, brick by bloody brick, on the promise of a shared throne, our future intertwined. My loyalty was absolute, my love fierce. Then, I heard shattered glass. Standing outside his office, I listened as he planned his wedding to Chloe Miller, a socialite. He called me a mere "tool," "not wife material," unfit for his meticulously crafted public image. Ten years of unwavering loyalty, countless sacrifices, casually thrown away. The man I bled for, who I loved, demanded I empty our shared home for his new bride. Chloe, viciously, later read from his journal, twisting every one of my life-threatening missions into romantic backdrops for her. His lies ran deeper than I imagined, confirmed by his own rival: he' d manipulated me, used me as a human shield. How could he discard me so utterly, erase my sacrifices, gaslight my reality, turning my devotion into a weapon against me? The shock hardened into glacial fury, burning away every lingering sentiment. He thought I was just a tool? He was about to discover how sharp a tool could be when it decided to carve its own destiny. I picked up my burner phone and called Elijah Kane. Dominic' s entire empire was now a gift, served on a silver platter./1/109684/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdd6a9ea79856bac9cde201ca8f10e02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Resign: The Mafia Boss's Unwanted Wife
I was gasping for air on the cold marble floor of the Syndicate Ball, my lungs seizing in a familiar, lethal rhythm. My inhaler was just five feet away, but it might as well have been miles. Dante Moretti, the man who bought my life with his blood eight years ago, looked right at me. He saw my panic. He saw the weakness he despised. Then, he turned his back on me to continue waltzing with his mistress. That betrayal was just the beginning. When the elevator trapped us days later, the lights flickering and the air growing thin, Dante didn't hesitate. He pried the doors open and carried Sofia out like a fragile bride. He left me—his wife with a diagnosed respiratory condition—alone in the suffocating dark to die. He missed my birthday dinner to comfort her on a Ferris Wheel, leaving me to celebrate with a single candle on a slice of toast. I finally realized that to him, I wasn't a wife to be cherished. I was just property to be owned. Something inside me didn't just break; it clicked into place. I stopped waiting for him to come home. I left my wedding ring on the table, blocked his number, and walked out into the night. Now, Dante is tearing the city apart to find me, claiming he realizes his mistake. But he's too late. Because the man standing beside me now isn't offering me a diamond ring or empty promises. He just handed me a loaded Glock and asked if I wanted to be his Queen./0/84377/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4b31646d3be1add1fc4b166b969a66b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Coyote, My Vendetta
The static-laced call from Matthew was a punch to the gut. He was my partner, my 'boyfriend,' and he was supposedly captured by El Martillo’s cartel. He demanded I bring half a million dollars, alone, to a remote warehouse, promising it was the only way to save him. I threw protocol out the window, raced through the Arizona heat, and walked into that dusty, desolate building, ready to face a cartel for him. But Matthew wasn't tied up or bruised. He was perfectly fine, and he took the money I’d risked my life for, handing it to El Martillo’s enforcer. Then, with a chillingly calm voice, he pointed at me and said, "And here’s a bonus for El Martillo. She’s a top-tier artist. Now let me go." The world tilted. My partner, the man I thought I loved, had sold me out. Before I could process the betrayal, his fist connected with my face, a brutal blow that knocked me to the ground. El Martillo’s men closed in, ready for a "welcome party" that meant my agonizing end. As their boots slammed into me, I saw a familiar tattoo on one of their necks—a coyote. My coyote. A design only one other person should know in such detail. Hope, sharp and desperate, cut through the pain. This wasn't the end. This was the beginning of my real mission./1/103520/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e6418d5394e0e4bbe83a90a685c826f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose A Fake Heir Over His True Wife
My husband studied the fertility report on his desk with the same cold precision he used to order executions. On our fifth anniversary, he didn't give me diamonds. He checked his Rolex and delivered the sentence that ended my life. "Your genetic profile is defective, Catarina." He didn't just ask for a divorce. He pressed a button on his intercom, and a woman walked in. She was loud, chewing gum, and wearing a dress that was too tight. "This is Aria," Alex said, his voice flat. "She is a vessel. She will carry the heir your body cannot produce." He claimed it was just business, that she would be exiled once the child was born. But at my birthday gala, when Aria tripped into a champagne tower, the truth shattered along with the glass. I was the one bleeding, a jagged shard slicing my arm. But Alex didn't look at me. He threw his body over her. He cradled his mistress, screaming for a doctor to check the baby, while I stood there with blood dripping onto the marble floor, completely invisible. I watched him give his own blood to save her in the clinic later that night. I saw the way he looked at her—not like a vessel, but like a prize. He thought I would stay. He thought I was the obedient Mafia wife who would raise his mistress's child to save the family image. So when he handed me a stack of papers to "protect the assets," he was too arrogant to read them. He didn't notice the header read *Decree of Divorce*. While he was busy buying baby clothes for a child that didn't even exist, I wiped my identity from the servers, signed the papers he blindly authorized, and boarded a one-way jet to Paris. By the time he realizes his "heir" is a fraud, I will already be a ghost./1/119743/coverorgin.jpg?v=30c54e505488c10020698a2e25c9e487&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected By Blood, Crowned By The Don
On my eighteenth birthday, my mafia parents exiled me from our estate, freezing my bank accounts and leaving me with exactly thirty-two dollars. They demanded I crawl back and kneel before my older sister Isabella, or they would strip my Famiglia protection and let the syndicate's wolves tear me apart. I managed to find a safe haven sweeping floors for Donna Rosa, a revered underworld Matriarch, but my family refused to let me escape their grip. When my university acceptance letter accidentally arrived at their compound, I went back to claim my only ticket to a clean life. My mother slapped me hard across the face, while Isabella poured scalding coffee over the document, destroying my future with a smug, triumphant laugh. When Rosa stepped in to shield me, my father hurled a heavy crystal decanter at her, and my parents violently shoved the elderly woman until her head cracked open against a stone pillar. As bright red blood pooled on the white marble, my parents didn't even check if she was breathing. "She's a human trafficker trying to steal our property, and you are nothing but a deceitful bitch!" I stared at the people I once called family, sickened by the realization that their love was just a leash, and to them, I was nothing but an asset to be liquidated for Isabella's benefit. With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone, shattered the unforgiving law of Omerta, and dialed the Don's emergency line to report my own bloodline./0/91516/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6adc1f13279fd6df5ac1f438b1291e7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the ruthless Billionaire Mafia
I was meant to study law. Instead, the law sold me. My father's debts sold me into a contract marriage with Dante Moretti, the heir to a mafia empire who hides behind a billion-dollar legal empire. To the world, he's the polished, untouchable CEO. Behind closed doors, he's ruthless, demanding, and dangerously irresistible. I swore I'd outsmart him that I'd serve my time and win my freedom. But every kiss feels like a trap, every touch like a dare, and every secret I uncover pulls me deeper into his world. And the longer I stay, the harder it is to remember: Am I his prisoner... or his bride?/0/81134/coverorgin.jpg?v=d720f98f6982cb904085e82b791f1d96&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bellucci Bride's Vengeance
The air was thick with the scent of lilies and impending death in Don Tony Marino's master suite. As his daughter-in-law, I was expected to maintain composure, a mask I wore expertly through the hushed murmurs of the family. But nothing could prepare me for the scene that unfolded before my eyes. My husband, Sonny, burst into the death room, dragging a garish woman with too much makeup. His frantic shouts echoed: "Pop, I' m in love! This is Luna. I want an annulment from Izzy!" He declared his intention to marry this gold-digger, shattering our family's most crucial alliance with my father, Don Marcus Bellucci. A betrayal so audacious, it nearly brought the dying Don back to life in pure rage. The shock reverberated through the hushed capos and family gathered outside the door. Sonny, blinded by obsession, publicly shamed me, calling me cold and calculating. Then, Luna, the parasite, offered her "brilliant" plan to save the family: an outdated cryptocurrency money-laundering scheme. A plan so simple, so fatally flawed, even street dealers knew better. My heart ached, not for Sonny, but for the profound disrespect shown to my family, to the very alliance cemented by my brothers' sacrifice. How could he be so foolish? So reckless? Was this truly the end of everything our combined families had built, all for a cheap Vegas grifter? But as Luna babbled, a quiet, cold determination ignited within me. I calmly exposed her amateur scheme, revealing its fatal flaws for everyone to hear. In that fraught moment, a dying Don Tony Marino looked at me not as just an ally's daughter, but as the only one capable of confronting the chaos. Little did I know, this public humiliation was just the first tremor. The true reckoning for our family, and the rise of a new era, was about to begin./1/103521/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec631550b97a569db7bc5486df7fb0ba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King's Runaway
I watched my husband, the most feared Capo in New York, sign away our marriage with the same cold indifference he usually reserved for ordering a hit. The nib of his Montblanc pen scratched against the paper, drowning out the rain hitting the coffee shop window. He didn't bother to read a single word. He thought he was signing routine shipping manifests for the family business. In reality, he was signing the "Dissolution of Union" papers I had hidden beneath the cover sheet. He was too distracted to check. His eyes were glued to his encrypted phone, frantically texting Sofia—the widow, the tragic beauty, the woman who had haunted our marriage for three years. "Done," he grunted, tossing the stack into his armored SUV without even glancing at me. "Business is concluded, Elena. We leave." Moments later, his phone rang with her special emergency tone. His demeanor shifted from cold boss to frantic protector instantly. "Driver, divert. She needs me," he roared. He looked at me with zero affection and ordered, "Get out, Elena. Luca will take you home." He kicked me out of the car into the pouring rain to rush to his mistress, completely unaware he had just legally granted me my freedom. I stood on the curb, shivering but smiling for the first time in years. By the time the Don realizes he just signed his own divorce, I will be a ghost in San Francisco. And he will have nothing left but his shipping logs and his regret./0/50312/coverorgin.jpg?v=261473fcda08a771c6ebce02ab8f7726&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mafia To Alpha King
Luciano Salvatore 'The Bullet' was born, raised, and comes from a long family line of serial killers. But he wants nothing to do with that legacy. The block that has made it impossible for him to run away from all of it is his uncle, Don Mauro. The most powerful drug lord and a serial killer who had snapped a long time ago. Don Mauro promised to kill Luciano's remaining family to keep him in check. On his mother's death anniversary, Luciano tried to go against Don Mauro to make his mother proud by doing the right thing and trying to save a woman named Keirah from becoming his uncle's victim in his sex trade. Unfortunately for him, he fell in love with her at first sight. He finds out later that Don Mauro was not after Keirah for the sex trade, but Keirah is a biomedical engineer his uncle has been searching for. A person Don Mauro will do anything to possess. Succumbing to his heart's desire, even after Luciano finds out about this information. He tries to protect her in the only way he knows how. By kidnapping her and running away with her and his family out of the Mafia world. Setting them both on an expected path toward a love-and-hate relationship while discovering the hidden supernatural fate set upon them. What chances does Luciano have for survival and redemption while caught up in his unfamiliar feelings for Keirah? A woman who has feelings for someone else. *** “Are you still in love with him when you know he is a married man?” “Why is it bad for me to love him? I loved him first before her.” Luciano's gaze turns more deadly as he shouts at Keirah. “EREDE IS A MARRIED MAN. HE MARRIED YOUR SISTER. HE IS YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW!” “I loved him first. He was with me longer. He was my first love.” “Anita is your only sister. And she needs your help now. Is that the reason you are not giving the codes to save her?” Her eyes wander, and she says nothing. “Are you telling me now? That you are still in love with him. After us… after all this? Fuck Keirah… He left you on the altar and married your sister. And he is playing you.” She tucks her hair, glances to her side, and lowers her gaze. “What about me, Keirah? Have you tried loving me as you did with him?” Keirah tucks her hair and nods again, lowering her eyes again. “What happened? " “I couldn't.” “Do you see me in him? And think that I would intentionally hurt you, Keirah, or is this my punishment because you think I kidnapped you? " “Well, you kidnapped me. It's not a thought. It has been my reality for more than a week now.” “I did not kidnap you, Keirah. Why won't you believe me? I tried to save you. It is not me, Keirah. It was not me who wanted to hurt you.” Luciano shouts. “Do you regret sleeping with me yesterday?” “No.” “Then why? ...... But you kissed me… you made love to me,” Luciano cries out. He cries in pain. She stands up and then takes a few steps back. And lowers her eyes. Luciano calms down as he speaks to her in a muffled voice. “Do you feel he is good for you?” Silent… “Just answer the question, Keirah. Is he a good guy? Can I trust him to take care of you?” She tucks her hair as she replies. “Yes.” “Better than I could take care of you?” “Different.” “What does that mean?” “You are a Mafia, and he is a big, pathetic lie.” PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MATURE AND DISTURBING SCENES 18+/0/68483/coverorgin.jpg?v=0adbd6f1e5dfe5ac894b51505a726a22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DARKNESS IGNITES DESIRES
Liliana Hoxha's fairytale life shatters when her sister is killed and her billionaire husband is kidnapped and brutally murdered. What she doesn't expect next is to be abducted by Damian Kastorov, a ruthless Mafia Don, driven by rage and revenge. As she's held captive in his mansion, hatred ignites into passion and Liliana soon uncovers a shocking truth: her sister's tragic fate is tied to Damian's past and her own husband's dark secrets. Trapped, Liliana must choose between escaping the monster she's fallen for or succumbing to his dangerous allure. Will their forbidden love be their salvation, or will it destroy everything?/0/57777/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4a1784c759f1a4984ddeca5634f7a0e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Young Love (Mafia Dark Romance)
Experience the heat of desire, the sting of betrayal, and the triumph of love as you follow the enthralling tale of the Don and his beloved Thalia. Don't miss out-start reading now and immerse yourself in this scorching story of forbidden love and redemption/0/83733/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e150b509351493e3deab93d68b038cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Boy Who Became Don
My name is Leo O' Connell, and I was just fourteen, the overlooked son in a crime family ruled by my tyrannical father. My only solace was my beautiful, quiet mother, Isabella, an outsider in our Irish world, sent as a peace offering from her Sicilian family. Then, my estranged older brother, Connor "The Ghost" O' Connell, a legendary enforcer, returned home after fifteen years in exile. Everyone around me buzzed with anticipation, but I noticed something unsettling in my mother: a forgotten energy, a bright light in her eyes, especially when she looked at Connor. That night, driven by a strange intuition, I crept to my mother' s private bungalow. Through a gap in the blinds, I saw them: my mother, Isabella, and Connor, locked in a passionate embrace, not the embrace of brother and sister-in-law. I heard him whisper a different name, "Bella," confessing he'd thought of her for fifteen years before he kissed her. My world shattered. My mother, beautiful and sad, was a liar. And Connor, the brother I was beginning to admire, was a thief of her affections. He was going to take her away. He penned a secret note, hidden in a Zippo lighter, detailing their escape and a new life together for all three of us. But consumed by a cold, selfish fear of abandonment, I found that note and burned it. I told her nothing, letting her believe he was simply leaving, forever heartbroken. Two years later, my father lay dying, naming Connor the new Don, and secretly ordering my mother' s death to clear the slate. To protect me, my mother lied to Connor, claiming I was my father's true son, forcing Connor to sacrifice his inheritance. He gave up everything, even his life in a bloody gang war, to secure a future for the woman he loved and the boy he believed was his brother. Only after his death, and my mother's passing from a broken heart, did the full, terrible truth unravel, leaving me as the lonely, haunted Don. Now I stand alone, a king of an empire stained with the blood of lies, forced to confront the devastating consequences of my selfish act and the unimaginable sacrifices made by those I loved./1/119098/coverorgin.jpg?v=58619d34922cdd98d9820da620fbf3f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's $46 Million Mistake
I married Luca Falcone, the most dangerous Mafia Don in New York, believing our arranged union had blossomed into true love. But exactly five minutes after our vows, he smashed my father's face into the glass wedding table in front of three hundred guests. "Giovanni Rossi is accused of embezzling forty-six million dollars from this Family!" With those words, he sentenced my father to a brutal blood tribunal. I was dragged into a freezing underground cell in my ruined silk wedding dress. His Head of Intelligence threw a surveillance dossier at me, revealing that Luca's twenty months of romance was just a cold, calculated investigation to destroy my family. My mother was left dry-heaving on the marble floor in terror, and my father's heart gave out as he was dragged to the infirmary. I stared at the photos of our dates, the agonizing realization suffocating me. Every morning coffee, every gentle touch, and every whispered promise in the dark was an elaborate lie. He had tracked my every move for nearly two years but never trusted me enough to just ask about the money, choosing the word of a jealous operative over his own wife. So, I wiped my tears and stopped playing the docile bride. I calmly summoned my corporate lawyer and dropped the federal tax records proving I was a secret billionaire CEO. The forty-six million was my own legal money, saved to treat my father's terminal cancer. Ignoring the ruthless Don as he finally dropped to his knees in tears, I left my wedding ring on the divorce papers and walked out./0/85031/coverorgin.jpg?v=53396498ae3b387f2d2b6e65efb23510&imageMogr2/format/webp)
