Mafia Books for Women
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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)
The Gambler's Wife: A Blood Betrayal
The delivery room was cold, the sterile white walls closing in on me as my newborn son, Leo, fought for every breath down the hall. Then my husband, Liam, called, his voice a panicked whisper: "Ava, I'm in big trouble. I owe six point sixty-six million dollars to 'The Gambler.' If I don't pay, he'll kill me." I emptied our savings, sold my father's cherished comic collection, maxed out high-interest loans, and worked myself to the bone for four agonizing years while Leo battled his own health issues. I even sold my blood, twice a week, because Liam said it was the only thing keeping him alive, that we shared a rare blood type. Finally, I had the money. But when I delivered the duffel bag of cash, "The Gambler's" henchman told me the price had gone up to sixteen point sixty-six million, showing me video proof of Liam being tortured, screaming in agony. Then I walked into a lavish VIP room, ready to beg for his life, only to find Liam, unbruised and in an expensive suit, draped around a stunning woman who looked eerily like me. He wasn't tortured. He was The Gambler. "The blood wasn't for him, darling," his mistress, Scarlett, purred, "It was for me. I needed a little 'top-up.' You were a walking blood bank." My sacrifices, my love, my life-all a lie. He looked at me, a hollowed-out wreck, and called me a failed "evaluation." Then, he threw a pittance of my own money on the floor: "Now get out. You're not welcome here anymore." My world shattered. My son was sick, fighting for his life, and my husband didn't just not care, he was the monster who had profited from our agony. But when he demanded I continue to be his mistress's blood bank, even as Leo lay dying in the hospital, something inside me snapped. "The blood bank is closed. Permanently," I told him, hanging up the phone. He sent his thugs to the hospital to take Leo. My son, my dying son, was just another resource to him. "Mommy?" Leo's tiny voice echoed over the walkie-talkie, Liam's phone still connected to the thugs. "Is... is Daddy there?" That pure, innocent question, crashing through Liam's carefully constructed lie, was all the opening I needed. My son was gone, taken by the man who was supposed to protect him. Now, I would watch Liam's world burn./0/65240/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8d6444d65eec13d6e4469e6aa70739d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE OBLIVION REVENGE
"A complete fool, that is what you are," he said with a disgusting tone. Anastasia is a girl raised by her blind mother Helen, her father died when she was five. Her father's brother Jack was a drunkard who has no life and claimed that his brother's wife is his also. He lives with them and Anastasia has to work inorder to provide for everyone. Jack came home drunk that night and was assaulting her, she ran out of the house and went into a club to be among the crowd. Raped by the owner of the club and was left with an unwanted pregnancy. She went into a painful labour and lost the baby. Torn apart and left with sadness she sought out for revenge, got entangled with a new life she knows nothing about. She went back to The Rock hotel. Later finding out the man she fall in love with happens to be the son of the man who raped her. Will she be able to forgive Fergo when she finds out he raped her? Will she be able to love Anthonio even after knowing who his father was? Will she get her revenge or will she forgive and forget? Find out more from the book readers!/0/96388/coverorgin.jpg?v=98f184cabccdfb0a5ff4ceb317a0a175&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Heartless Betrayal: My Escape from the Mafia
For three years, I was the wife of Damian Costello, a feared mafia underboss who I believed was my savior. I lived in a gilded cage, mistaking his possessive passion for love. Then, on the day my father was executed, I discovered my marriage was a lie. A photo proved my husband was in Paris, not for business, but to chase the one woman he had always loved: my aunt, Isabella. I was just a substitute, a younger version of her he could own. He had staged the ambush where he "saved" me, and he only wanted a child with me for my family's eyes. His obsession was absolute. When a tureen of scalding soup flew toward us in a restaurant, he didn't shield me, his pregnant wife. He threw himself in front of Isabella. He even screamed at me in front of everyone, "In my heart, Seraphina will never be as important as you!" I realized my child wasn't a product of love. It was the final piece of his collection—a living trophy. So after he carelessly signed the annulment papers, I had an abortion. On the day he went into surgery to donate his second kidney to her, I left him a box containing the surgical report and our annulment decree. Then, I boarded a plane and vanished./1/116504/coverorgin.jpg?v=6156f406fa49b6ff0338eeb4e4df9529&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By The Mafia King's Secret Obsession
To pay off my late father’s ruinous mafia blood debt, I took a lethal job: acting as a body double for a cloistered Mafia Princess in an arranged marriage meeting. But the man sitting across the polished table was Felix Falcone, the terrifying Underboss—and the boy I secretly loved for three years at our academy. He didn’t recognize me. To him, I was just a pawn for territory. I swallowed my bitter heartbreak, remembering how he once threw my handmade graduation pastries into the trash without a second glance. I tried to play the perfect fake bride, but my treacherous memory betrayed me. I accidentally revealed intimate details about his habits, from his hatred of dark chocolate to the exact make of his tactical pen. My cover was blown. But instead of executing me for the deception, Felix discovered my true identity. His cold indifference instantly morphed into a terrifying, obsessive possessiveness. He abruptly canceled his mafia marriage, trapped me in his corporate empire as his exclusive secretary, and ruthlessly threatened any man who dared to look at me. I was completely suffocated and confused. Why was this ruthless predator—a man who once publicly despised me and viewed unions only as tools for absolute power—now hunting me with such dark, unyielding devotion? Trapped in the shadows of his armored SUV, he leaned in, his scent of cedar and danger wrapping around me as he sent a message demanding my complete surrender. Knowing I could no longer hide, I made my choice and hit send. “There is no need for a hunt, Felix. I surrender.”/0/68162/coverorgin.jpg?v=6626d576f8c1a4bcd5ad120a1319952b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In the Arms of the Enemy
In a city run by a crime organization, Isabella "Izzy" Moretti is a smart law student torn between wanting a normal life and being drawn to a dangerous lifestyle she tries to escape. But when she accidentally gets involved with the infamous DeLuca family, led by the ruthless Santino DeLuca, Izzy's life changes completely.With all its bloodshed, power struggles, and treacheries, she has to find her way through an era of crime and love where even affection can be as perilous as treachery./1/110665/coverorgin.jpg?v=7909243876d217f4ffbf071e39d20ff8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Scars Of Love: The Boss's Misunderstood Ex
These are the last thirty days of my life. Four years ago, I secretly donated my kidney to save Falco, the mafia soldier I loved deeply. To ensure he accepted the surgery, I lied and said I betrayed him for money, selling myself to a rival family. Now, he is the ruthless mob boss of this city, and he has finally found me. He thinks my terminal illness is just another trick. "The sight of you makes me sick," he sneered. I bore his humiliation, quietly bought my own grave, and waited to pass away in peace. But when the underground doctor uploaded my surgical records to the mafia network, Falco completely broke down./0/84385/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1205c4ed11c9055ee981a9da9d64408&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Outback Predator to Texas Queen
Three years in the unforgiving Australian Outback had transformed me from the Cullen Cartel' s soft heir into a predator, but nothing prepared me for the sickening horror awaiting me in Texas. I' d returned, expecting to surprise my sister and mother, Maria, after a dubious "hunting accident" had severed contact with my uncle. Instead, on my first acquisition as the new Cullen head, I stood on a VIP balcony, watching an illegal auction devolve into a nightmare. Down below, my sister Molly, drugged and half-naked, was paraded like livestock, a "charity" lot to be sold off in parts. Matthew Scott, her ex-fiancé, grinned, announcing her as "a lesson" for Maria, humiliating her every step of the way. My mother, once a formidable Cullen, looked broken, her dress second-hand, as Matthew jeered about her foreclosed ranch and called her a "cleaner." She tried to save Molly, desperately, using our family's sacred Saddle-Maker's Coin and then the priceless soil from our founding homestead, each treasure a piece of her soul. Matthew, Wendy Fuller, and my own father laughed, reveling in the cruelty, planning to sell Molly' s kidney and then auction her beloved horse, Starlight, to a slaughterhouse. The raw injustice burned through me, watching my mother, once so proud, making unimaginable sacrifices to shield her child. How could they do this? How dare they desecrate what was mine? In that moment, a cold, precise rage solidified inside me, turning pain into power as my mother, with a final, desperate plea, cast a plain black card onto the auctioneer' s table, crashing the system and signaling the true turning point of the Cullen empire./0/96390/coverorgin.jpg?v=de22277ce38a9c38d2476f0f1f4ff8b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Underboss's Secret: A Mafia Bride's Escape
For three years, I was Dante Moretti's secret. I was the Underboss's property, the cure for a violent curse that plagued him. He promised that if he wasn't married by his twenty-fifth birthday, I would be his bride. But on the eve of that birthday, he ended our arrangement. He brought home another woman, Sienna, and introduced me as "the help." Sienna, with feigned innocence, knocked a precious memento from my hand, shattering it. When I confronted her, Dante slapped me twice in public, the humiliation searing my soul. Later, I discovered Sienna had framed me for kidnapping her, a lie Dante readily believed. To force a confession, he had my mother tied in a sack and thrown into the freezing lake to drown. He left her there to die. That was the moment the girl who loved him died, too. I saved my mother, and we fled the country, seeking refuge with my childhood friend, Julian. I thought I had escaped. But then Dante appeared in Australia, begging for forgiveness. I rejected him, choosing a future with Julian. I thought it was over. Until a car, driven by a vengeful Sienna, barreled towards us. The last thing I saw was Dante throwing himself in front of me, taking the full impact./0/58754/coverorgin.jpg?v=e073fbc101c80749953c05230cd34b13&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King's Property
Cecile Russo is the princess of the Russo cartel. She lives a sheltered life where she is given everything that she wants on a platter of gold while blissfully unaware of the business her father is into and just how dangerous it could be for her. Danger looms when she takes the risky decision of sneaking past her security details the night before her birthday. Because of that decision, she is plunged into a world of lies, deceit, pain and blood which she is forced to endure. Will she be able to get away from that life or will she be forced to stay in it? Will she lose herself or will she emerge victorious and unscathed? How does she manage as a green eyed woman in a world that was created to be merciless to everyone especially women? Find out in this gripping story that keeps you glued to its pages with every sentence that you read./1/110666/coverorgin.jpg?v=ea31d5a382c966ffd93f5eb19946d63c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Blind Don's Unwanted Ghost Wife
I died on a filthy bed in a back-alley clinic. I willingly sacrificed my own corneas so the Mafia man I loved could see the light of day again. But my soul was forced to stay behind, watching another woman claim my sacrifice as her own. Dante reclaimed his throne as the Mafia boss. Believing the lie that I had abandoned him, he unleashed his vengeance upon my family. "Where the hell is she hiding?" He shattered my brother's hands and drove my mother to her death. He absolutely refused to believe the fact that I was already dead, convinced instead that I was just cowering from his wrath. It wasn't until my medical records were thrown right in his face that Dante finally realized whose eyes he was using to look at the world. The truth drove him completely insane. He burned the whole world down just to beg for my forgiveness. "Gianna, please wait for me!"/0/53564/coverorgin.jpg?v=557141a885e284a713231cd919c57f4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love In Another Shadow
Alicia Perth has a special ability, she has high intuition to detect things. But great terror awaits her when she is asked by Detective Nicholas to help solve a murder in the dormitory. Stuck with two handsome men, Detective Nicholas and Ace Blake, the son of the CEO of Golden Group, will Alicia be able to see the truth behind all these incidents?/1/120401/coverorgin.jpg?v=815ec2c8b02621cb78ddc710081defcc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Syndicate's Queen
I was standing at the cathedral altar, ready to sign the sacred mafia marriage pact with Leo, my fiancé of three years. But right before my pen touched the vellum, the heavy oak doors burst open. A club dancer stumbled in, clutching her stomach. "I'm carrying the twin heirs of the Falcone Family!" Leo dropped the pen and abandoned me in front of the entire underworld to coddle his mistress. Back at our penthouse, he ordered me to wash fruit for her and pack my bags. When the mistress intentionally threw boiling water and pure alcohol on my skin, Leo held her protectively. "You stubborn, psychotic bitch! She was only trying to help you!" He then locked me out on the balcony in a freezing downpour, ultimately leaving me to be cornered by street thugs in a dark underpass. I had endured his constant coldness and swallowed his endless betrayals for the sake of our families' alliance, only to be discarded like garbage for a cartel corner-girl's fake pregnancy. My twenty years of absolute loyalty had been nothing but a massive, pathetic joke. Watching the thugs approach in the dark, I didn't panic or beg for Leo to save me. Because from the deeper shadows stepped Don Gabriel—the ruthless, terrifying Boss of the ruling Syndicate. I looked right at the devil himself and accepted his marriage proposal, ready to become his Queen and bury Leo's entire family in rubble./0/96392/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c1a05a1995f4a51937aa7ca48d5a309&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Syndicate's Ghost: Don's Forgotten Queen
For four years, I was the grieving wife of a mafia Don, drowning in the memory of our dead son. My husband, Eli, held me through it all. But a trip to the records office on the anniversary of our son's death revealed a devastating truth. He had another son. A secret family. Worse, I discovered he was with his mistress the day our son died, having dismissed the security that could have saved him. He let me believe it was my fault. When I tried to leave, he brought his mistress and their son into our home, framing me as a madwoman. His mother accused me of hurting the boy, and Eli punished me by locking me in a dark, flooding room—a cruel echo of our son's drowning. To “cure” his new heir of my son’s “ghost,” they had my baby’s grave dug up. On a yacht, Eli held me down as his mistress emptied the ashes into the ocean. Then they left me to die in the water. When I washed ashore, his mistress was waiting to deliver the final, soul-crushing blow. She hadn't scattered the ashes. She’d flushed them down a toilet. I didn't want to escape him. I wanted to erase him. I found a neuroscientist with an experimental procedure and made my request: wipe the last ten years. I didn't want to leave my husband; I wanted to make it so he never existed at all./1/110668/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e24da9f72dc28b63bb73b3afa1eb1ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Broken Vessel To Mafia Queen
Years ago, I threw myself in front of an assassin's bullet to protect my Mafia boss husband, leaving me nearly infertile. He knelt in my blood, swearing I would be his only wife. But tonight, I heard him whisper to his childhood sweetheart in Italian: "My wife is a useless vessel; only you can give the Rossi family an heir." He thought I couldn't understand him, not knowing I used to work as an Italian translator. He also had no idea that an eight-week-old miracle was currently growing in my womb. Julian, you will never see your child. I no longer want your promises. I no longer want you. From now on, we will never cross paths again. Adieu, pour toujours./0/96393/coverorgin.jpg?v=fca99e20a68470111ed3f361d71998e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mafia Husband's Deadly Secret
For years, I was the perfect, quiet wife to Dante Moretti, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. I mistook his lavish gifts for affection and his cold protection for care. The ninety-ninth time I asked for a divorce, he laughed. An hour later, his mistress, Isabella, called him. "Get out," he ordered, leaving me on a dark street corner in the pouring rain so he could rush to her side. As I watched his armored car vanish, I finally understood the truth. Our marriage was a transaction, a pact made to settle my father's debts. I was just a placeholder, a substitute living a life designed for Isabella. Every gift, every gesture, was an echo of her tastes. He never saw me. To him, I wasn't his wife; I was a possession. An obligation he could discard at will. He thought I was too weak, too dependent to ever fight back. He believed I couldn't survive without him. He thought I would just run and hide. He was wrong. You don't escape a man like Dante Moretti. He would hunt you to the ends of the earth, not out of love, but out of pride. To break a pact with a Don, you can't just run. You have to be prepared for war. And standing there, drenched and abandoned, I made a new vow: I wouldn't just leave him. I would burn his entire world to ash./0/96394/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c658151d6984acf5a1df9673906504e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Princess: Escaping His Deadly Lie
For three years, a rare liver disease has been killing me. Through it all, my husband Julian has been my rock. Our last hope was a black-market liver, secured through a life-debt owed to my family, the Volkov Bratva. But from my hospital bed, I overheard him promise that very liver to another woman. It was for his mistress's mother. I soon discovered he had a four-year-old daughter with her. Their family was established; I was just the placeholder. On a hidden security feed, I watched him in my dead parents' penthouse—a sacred place he forbade me from visiting—bouncing their child on his knee. Then he fastened the diamond necklace he'd bought for my birthday around his mistress's neck. The final blow came when I heard her whisper, "Just a little longer... the fever will do the rest." He wasn't just leaving me. He was actively trying to kill me. The love I had for him didn't just die; it turned to a cold, hard stone in my chest. The man whose devotion I never questioned now made my skin crawl with revulsion. The next morning, I signed myself out of the hospital against medical advice. I left my wedding ring and the signed divorce papers on the entryway table, blocked his number, and walked out of our house without looking back./1/120404/coverorgin.jpg?v=e67a7beac081ca4738ac606aa035eabe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cold Queen And Her Weeping Don
I was the wife of the city's most ruthless mafia boss, bound to him by a sacred blood oath. For six years, I stood beside Lorenzo Falcone as he built his empire from blood and ash. I believed our bond was unbreakable—until the night I unlocked his private safe. Inside, hidden beneath a false bottom, was a black velvet box. And inside that box was a silver moon pendant engraved with two letters: S&L. Sofia and Lorenzo. Sofia was his most lethal Capo—the architect of his most profitable ventures. The woman he swore was nothing more than a trusted soldier. While I was suffocating in our bulletproof mansion, he had been sharing late-night whispers with her on burner phones. While I lay alone in our bed, he stood on the balcony in the freezing dark, his voice low and urgent, speaking her name into a disposable phone. When I confronted him, the man who could end a bloodline with a flick of his wrist completely crumbled. "I never touched her," he sobbed, his knuckles bleeding as he pounded on my locked door. "I swear on my life—she was only an emotional crutch during the syndicate war. You have to believe me." But belief was a luxury I could no longer afford. For six months, I treated him like a ghost. The terrifying Don who made Capos tremble was reduced to a weeping mess, cooking my meals and standing vigil outside my library door until dawn, begging for a single glance. I couldn't understand how the fiercely loyal soldier, who once carved me a wooden rose with his combat knife, could let another woman into our shadows. Had absolute power completely rotted the man I loved? Or had I simply been blind from the start? When he finally fell to his knees, offering to surrender his entire criminal empire just to stop me from walking away, I made my decision. I wouldn't just give him a clean divorce. I was going to put the head of the Family on trial—and make the entire underworld watch./0/52270/coverorgin.jpg?v=b76242ace765409f94ce363780d4bf7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Temptress
Abeni's world turns upside down when her father can't repay his debt to NYC's most dangerous man - Dmitry Kuznetsov. With her freedom on the line, Abeni gets sucked into Dmitry's glamorous yet treacherous domain. Though Dmitry commands her obedience, Abeni feels an irresistible spark with the magnetic crime lord. As the stakes climb higher, she faces an impossible choice - submit to Dmitry's demands or put her family at risk. Torn between loyalty and desire, Abeni engages in a high-stakes game with the cunning kingpin. But Dmitry never loses control - he wants Abeni, and he intends to own her in every way. Will Abeni give in to Dmitry to protect those she loves? Or will she defy the Russian Devil to save herself?/1/103533/coverorgin.jpg?v=aea9714de84667c9296a20e1318eccfb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
