Mafia Books for Women
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Niccolo Fierri
"You have quite the mouth on you princess," he seethes, brow quirked. His grip on my arm tightens and a whimper escapes me. "Watch your mouth when you're talking to me." "Or what?" I retort, attempting and failing to get out from his grasp. ************************************************ Autumn Jacobs, 26-year-old, wants to prove to her parents that she can build a successful life without their money. With dreams of becoming a dancer and owning her own dance studio, she applies to become a stripper at a nightclub. Little does she know, her bosses are members of the biggest Mafia family in all of New York. After the death of his father five years ago, 30 year old Niccolo Fierri became angry with the world. To him, everyone and everything around him is just a means to an end. That is, until he meets Autumn Jacobs. Have they finally met their match? Will they become the thing that saves or breaks one another?/0/96396/coverorgin.jpg?v=c241455e123591e254735e230d45fece&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Doctor's Fall, A Mafia Queen's Rise
My husband, a Mafia Underboss, built me a perfect life. I was the Chief Resident at a top hospital, the accomplished Dr. Falcone. But my world shattered when a woman brought her four-year-old son to my clinic. The boy had a rare genetic allergy—one that runs only in my family. On his intake form, his father’s name was listed as "Emilio Thomas," my husband's secret middle name. Then, my husband’s voice came through the woman’s phone, and I saw him pick them up from my office window, a perfect, secret family. That night, at our family's most important gala, the boy ran up to me, screaming, "You're the bad lady trying to take my daddy away!" The crowd turned on me, whispering that I was the other woman. On the boy's wrist was the custom bracelet I gave my husband on our first anniversary. When I reached for it, Emilio shoved me. I hit my head on a table, and a sharp pain ripped through my abdomen as blood soaked my dress. I lost the baby I didn't even know I was carrying—the legitimate Moretti heir. My husband turned his back on me, leaving with his other family as I bled on the ballroom floor. He never visited me in the hospital. His mistress, Hayden, did. She gloated that she’d planned it all, and that Emilio swore he'd never have another child after their son was born. I was just a barren, placeholder wife. But this was more than a betrayal; it was a declaration of war. That night, I stared at two pink lines on a pregnancy test I’d taken before the gala. I was six weeks pregnant with the true Moretti heir, and now, I had a weapon./0/84067/coverorgin.jpg?v=baaf0bedb7c4be852374df914fdcf1fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Own Hell
A phone call from my oldest friend, Wendy, ripped through the quiet of my garage. Her panicked voice claimed ruthless bikers had taken her, demanding I fix their custom bikes for her freedom. Without a second thought, I sped into the Mojave desert to rescue her. But when I arrived, Wendy betrayed me, knocking me out and delivering me to a biker gang. I came to, discovering the bikes-thirteen identical, menacing machines-were ones I had custom-built years ago for their enigmatic leader, Deacon. Imprisoned in a foul container, I risked everything, engraving my unique mechanic's mark on a spark plug for Mama Fuller to relay to Deacon, hoping he'd remember me. Yet, Wendy, my supposed sister, shrieked out my secret to Ryan, the gang' s sadistic interim leader. He retaliated by shooting Mama Fuller and throwing a gun on the floor, demanding Wendy and I fight to the death. As I lunged for the weapon, bracing for the worst, I couldn't comprehend how my life had plunged into such a brutal nightmare. Now, trapped in a world of violence and betrayal, I must confront the past I thought I'd buried and fight for a future I never imagined./1/120730/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e6715f25143b6fe8652b57ad6f6b45b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Mafia Bride And Her Rise
As I raised my crystal flute to toast our mafia wedding, my fiancé made an unexpected announcement. Christian publicly declared to a room of hardened killers that he was abandoning our joint promotion and our vows for a low-level smuggler named Lilith. "I am not going to Paris. As a Soldier, I cannot sit back and watch her fail." He claimed she was a helpless orphan who desperately needed his protection. He tore up my official transfer papers and accused me of sabotaging her business out of jealousy. He even gave her my bespoke silk wedding dress and my antique betrothal pearl comb to parade around at a syndicate gala. While I stood completely alone at our Union Ceremony, he was staging intimate photos in her bed to post on the Family's network. I became the ultimate punchline of the underworld, a discarded Queen replaced by a weeping pawn. I couldn't understand how four years of blood oaths and my unwavering loyalty could be ground to dust for a manipulative parasite's cheap theatrics. So, I stopped waiting. I packed my weapons, boarded the private jet to Paris alone, and walked straight into the arms of the lethal Underboss who had been waiting for me all along./1/119108/coverorgin.jpg?v=9cb423c322bb481a2e87a96c51a82115&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Love Your Drowned Wife
I gave up my champion swimming career and my pride to be the loyal wife of the most ruthless Don in the American Cosa Nostra. But when his runaway mistress faked drowning in our estate pool, my husband didn't see me trying to save her. He hauled her from the water, swaddling her in a thick towel, and stood over me as I bled on the hot flagstones. To break my pride, he dragged me up ten flights of stairs by my wet hair. "Please, she jumped!" I begged. But he just stared at me with cold loathing and shoved me into the freezing rooftop water tank. I fought desperately for my life, but he stood at the edge like carved granite, stomping on my hands until my bones cracked and my lungs burned for oxygen. The last thing I saw before I sank to my watery grave was my husband walking away to comfort the woman who framed me. I had spent eight long years cleaning up his messes and playing the perfect Mafia Queen. Why did my absolute devotion only buy my brutal execution? Now, trapped as a ghost in our penthouse, I watched him trail kisses down her neck while my rotting body tainted his tap water. But as he desperately tried to destroy the security footage of my murder, a cold fire burned in my hollow chest. Even in death, I was going to tear his empire apart./1/120406/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2efc6b4622fd4b7122a302d3f2a6cf3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Capo: Watch Me Shine
For our third wedding anniversary, I wore the thin floral dress my husband demanded and made his favorite traditional broth. I just wanted to be the perfect Mafia wife. But halfway up a freezing mountain, he played a voice message from his secretary. "Leave her on the roadside. Take her phone and coat. Let's see if she crawls back begging on her knees." To my absolute horror, my husband actually pulled over, dragged me out into the dirt, and drove away. He left me at nine degrees below zero. When I nearly died in the snow instead of begging, he launched a vicious smear campaign. He claimed I abandoned him to sleep with the groundskeeper who saved my life. He filed for a Syndicate divorce, demanding my dowry back and threatening to crush my father's business if I didn't surrender. While I scrubbed diner floors to survive, his secretary moved into my penthouse and wore my diamond anniversary necklace. They thought the freezing cold and poverty would break my spirit. They thought I was just a fragile, disposable pawn who would eventually cave to his power. But they didn't know I had the hidden dashcam footage of that night. As I walked into the Mafia Tribunal, I looked at his arrogant face and prepared to show the Dons exactly what kind of coward my husband truly was./0/96397/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f05c9266c9c82ee7b15d5b8eb8c61f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vincenzo's Girl: Avenging My Mafia Betrayal
I was eight months pregnant with the heir to my husband's criminal empire, a man I adored. Then I found his vasectomy certificate, dated a year ago—six months before he begged me for a son. Our entire marriage was a lie, a cruel game orchestrated for his obsessive sister. I overheard him admit he let his men defile me, turning my pregnancy into a public bet just to prove he could build me a throne and then watch me burn on it. My love, my life, my child—it was all a ritual sacrifice. But they forgot one thing about the woman they planned to destroy. As they plotted my final humiliation, I made a single call to the one man my husband truly fears. "Dad," I said quietly. "I'm ready to come home."/1/117811/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ae79ea67bd17e7420cb5a7e4f6190ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Barren Wife? I Carry The Mafia Heirs
At the grand funeral of the Old Boss, an ironclad decree was laid down: the mother of my husband's firstborn son would inherit the entire mafia empire. But before the ashes were even cold, my best friend Serena appeared in a hospital gown, cradling a newborn boy. She slapped a DNA paternity report against my chest. "Sign the divorce papers, and vanish." My in-laws, who had always despised my three years of barrenness, immediately rejoiced and flocked to Serena's side. They cursed me for being a useless wife and ordered the Syndicate soldiers to drag me out of the estate empty-handed. When I desperately pulled out my ultrasound report to prove I was finally pregnant, my father-in-law actually drew his silver-plated revolver and aimed it directly at my stomach. He ordered his men to drag me to a back-alley clinic for a forced abortion, claiming I was unfit to bear the Don's true heir. I looked at the toxic family surrounding me, my heart turning to absolute ice. For years, I had treated Serena like a sister, and I had served this family with perfect loyalty, yet they were ready to murder my unborn child for a lying usurper. I wiped the blood from my brow and let out a cold, mocking laugh. Instead of begging for mercy, I ordered the family doctor to pull up the raw diagnostic files from Serena's delivery, ready to show them exactly what kind of defective "heir" they were risking their lives for./0/96398/coverorgin.jpg?v=d61ebc5066575fbe167d28d73f8d2623&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Wife's Revenge: Unleashing My Fury
For five years, I lived a beautiful lie. I was Aliana Hughes, the cherished wife of the city's most feared Mafia Capo and the beloved daughter of the Don. I believed my arranged marriage had blossomed into love. On my birthday, my husband promised me the amusement park. Instead, I found him there with his other family, celebrating the fifth birthday of the son I never knew he had. I overheard their plan. My husband called me a "naive fool," a placeholder to legitimize his secret son. The ultimate betrayal wasn't his affair, but the sight of my own father's car parked across the street. My family wasn't just aware; they were the architects of my ruin. Back home, I found the proof: a secret photo album of my husband's other family posing with my parents, and records showing my father had bankrolled the entire deception. They had even drugged me on weekends so he could play happy family. The grief didn't break me. It turned into something cold and sharp. I was a ghost in a life that was never mine, and a ghost has nothing to lose. I copied every damning file onto a USB drive. As they celebrated their perfect day, I sent a courier with my parting gift: a recording of their treachery. While their world burned, I walked toward the airport, ready to erase myself and start over./1/116514/coverorgin.jpg?v=34b52ca60c5315f29800ade16dbf7833&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Underboss's Secret: Ten Years Of Obsession
I spent my life working the syndicate sweatshops just to keep my family afloat. But my mother and brother still treated me like a disposable asset. To pay off my brother's gang debt, my mother tried to force me into an arranged marriage with a violent, widowed Capo. "If you don't do this, your brother is a dead man. You owe us this." When I refused, she slapped me across the face and leased my bedroom to a syndicate associate, leaving me completely homeless in the pouring rain. With nowhere to go, my thoughts drifted to Dante, the ruthless future Don who saved me from a fire ten years ago. I had loved him in secret for a decade, but I chose a vow of silence because my childhood best friend, Elena, claimed him as hers. I had watched her cling to his side through a decade of bloodshed, stepping into the shadows so they could rule. I thought I was nothing but a worthless pawn, abandoned by my blood and invisible to the only man I ever loved. So I packed my battered duffel bag, accepted a dangerous transfer to a hostile casino territory, and vowed to never return to New York. I chose to build my own empire and live for myself. But what I didn't know was that the moment I disappeared, the cold-blooded Underboss went completely feral. He kicked down my old apartment door, left my toxic family cowering in the hallway, and mobilized an entire death squad just to bring me back./0/96399/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa86df78ab338add0ec3e142a41bb5a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Don's Wife: My Sweet Architect Revenge
For years, I was the secret architect behind my fiancé Ethan's success. I even torched my own reputation to cover up his theft, believing he was the love of my life and we were a team. Waking from a car crash he engineered, I overheard his plan. He had not only caused my accident but also orchestrated the "stress" that led to my miscarriage. Now, he was stealing my masterpiece, "Echoes of the City," and planning a public proposal to trap me in a gilded cage. At the gala, he left me on stage mid-proposal, the ring clattering to the floor, to rush to his mistress's side. At another party, after she told me he was "relieved" I'd lost our baby, I confronted him. He shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the floor in front of everyone before walking away with her. Lying there, humiliated, I realized he didn't see me as a person. I was just a tool to be used and discarded. The love I felt for him didn't just break; it turned into a cold, dark void. But he made one mistake. He forgot about the one man in the city he truly feared, a powerful Don who had once praised my work. I picked up my phone and sent a single, desperate text to his rival: "This is Sarah Jenkins. I need your help."/1/119760/coverorgin.jpg?v=17299dca4161921da7300dfa51a61f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By The Queen: A Don's Revenge
I washed my hands of blood and gave up my undisputed underworld throne to build my wife, Lucia, a pristine corporate empire. But tonight, I caught her male secretary breaking into my encrypted mafia files. Instead of punishing the rat for breaching Omertà, Lucia shielded him behind her back and demanded I apologize to him. "You are acting like a street thug, not a husband." She called my mafia heritage a toxic paranoia and threatened to freeze my access to the very accounts I created. When the secretary shattered my late mother's priceless emerald heirloom, she protected him again, telling me to stop acting like a savage over a piece of jewelry. She even stood by while he mocked the unspeakable torture I had willingly endured in a cartel basement years ago just to secure her safe release. For five long years, I played the quiet, supportive husband, taking bullets and laundering funds to give her a legitimate crown. Yet she chose to hand the keys of our empire to a treacherous parasite, dismissing the blood I spilled for her as dirt. I looked at the woman I had once sworn an eternal blood oath to protect, feeling the last thread of my humanity snap. I felt no grief, only a profound and cold clarity as I realized my sacrifices meant absolutely nothing. "Our blood oath is dead, Lucia." I signed the annulment papers, liquidated every cent of the blood money backing her company, and threw her to the wolves./0/66226/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e6fcbfc1c246277b03540c35593bffd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Reason for His Hatred MY MISCARRIAGE
Peter's eyes pleaded. "I'm sorry for what I did, but-" Dominic cut him off. "If I had not married your daughter, you would have fallen here in pieces by now." Peter's voice barely audible. "I'm sorry..." Just then, the office door swung open. Valerie's soft voice interrupted the tense scene. "Dinner is ready." Every head turned towards the door. Valerie's eyes widened as she took in the room's atmosphere. "Dad?" Dominic's expression remained stern, but a flicker of warning flashed in his eyes. He nodded subtly at Kael. Kael strode towards Valerie, his movements fluid. "Vel, let's go." Valerie's voice trembled as she asked Kael, "What's going on? Why is Dad kneeling there?" Kael's expression softened, but his eyes remained guarded. He offered a gentle smile. "You don't need to worry about him, Valerie." Valerie's concern deepened. "But what's happening?" Kael's tone turned cold. "Anyway, that man doesn't deserve anyone's concern." Valerie's eyes widened. "That man is my father." Kael's jaw clenched. "That man was neither a good father nor an honest man. He's getting what he deserves." Suddenly, the sound of a bullet firing cracked through the air. Valerie's eyes went wide, and she took a step forward, but Kael grasped her hand, holding her back. "Don't go there, Valerie," Kael warned, his voice low and urgent. "The boss is very pissed off right now. It's not safe." Tears welled up in Valerie's eyes, spilling down her cheeks. "He was my father," she whispered. Valerie, wife of mafia king Dominic, faces danger when Viktor, seeking revenge, targets her and their unborn child. Despite Arthur's protection, Valerie is kidnapped and brutally attacked by Viktor, resulting in the loss of her child. The tragedy unleashes Dominic's darker side, transforming him into a heartless and cruel leader, driven by vengeance. Valerie, pregnant with Dominic's child, is ambushed by Viktor, who seeks revenge against Dominic. Arthur, Dominic's loyal associate, tries to protect her, but Viktor outsmarts them. Valerie is brutally attacked, losing her child. Dominic, devastated by the loss, becomes consumed by rage and a thirst for vengeance. His transformation from a powerful yet caring leader to a ruthless and heartless mafia king sends shockwaves through the organization. As Dominic's obsession with revenge grows, his relationships with Arthur and others begin to fray. Valerie, traumatized by her ordeal, struggles to come to terms with her loss and Dominic's transformation. Valerie's relationship with Arthur, also known as Alastair, is a intricate web of emotions, trust, and shared secrets. Their connection predates her marriage to Dominic, and its depth is unknown to everyone, including Dominic. The story explores the darker side of power, love, and loyalty, raising questions about the morality of revenge and the true cost of protection./0/96400/coverorgin.jpg?v=c65ed12447fad07eb9a6c8c9f90047be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia King's Debt: My Family's Fury
At my husband's nephew's christening, I saw him across the ballroom holding a newborn with another woman. I was four months pregnant with his heir, but he was presenting her son as his own. He had built a criminal empire, and our marriage was a strategic alliance. But now, the men who toasted our wedding were congratulating him on another woman's child, their gazes sliding right past me. My mother confirmed my worst fears: he'd been paying for his mistress's apartment for months. His mistress, Selena, cornered me, her voice dripping with venom. "He chose me. And our son." The stress brought on sharp, agonizing cramps, but when my husband, Dante, rushed over, he took her side. "Calm down," he commanded. "You're making a scene." He accused me of being hysterical, of cornering his fragile mistress who had just given birth. Through a haze of pain, I watched him shield her from me, his wife, telling me to go home and "be rational." The public humiliation was absolute. In the lawyer's office, Selena slapped me, then knocked over her own baby's carrier and screamed that I had attacked her child. Dante believed her without question. As I collapsed from the pain, the last thing I saw was his back as he walked away with his new family. I woke up in the hospital. He arrived with his mistress, not to see if I was okay, but to demand I apologize to her. That was the moment the woman he married died. And in her place, someone new was born./0/74662/coverorgin.jpg?v=16c0c48cc729b24a03d1a27c6ef9b932&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled With My Mafia Boss
Joya's life as a humble maid takes a sudden turn when she's assigned to work for the infamous and cold-hearted Mafia boss, Christopher Dread and fear are her constant companions as she navigates the dangerous world of the mafia. But Christopher's icy exterior hides a possessive streak that she can't quite understand-yet. As tensions rise and an undeniable chemistry sparks between them, Joya is caught between her growing attraction and the looming danger of his ruthless world. Will she survive his possessive nature, or will the heat between them burn everything to the ground?/0/57142/coverorgin.jpg?v=dab75e447490fbc1af93d5e135a75682&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MAFIA KING'S OBSESSION
It was a accidental love with no secrecy but a sudden storm changed everything. It was a sudden storm which erupted a feeling of love inside her. Not long ago that sudden feeling of love also turned into smoke, leaving her miserable behind. The sudden trauma changed her from weak to strong, into a person who now knew how to protect herself. Fate played again and brought them together. This time it was something new. It was something strange. A new mystery and new trails... "Love can't be forced. It can happen once but not twice." her words pierced through his heart. Shattering it into pieces. "The forgotten love never dies." both were persistent to get their loved ones but the walls of fate were too strong. Slowly the flame of love started to ignite and they were again in love... The love which they thought was love but once again destiny played.. There they were left with an unsolved enigma, the enigma of love which was being written by fate/1/116517/coverorgin.jpg?v=734fc8714389234e3530e8eb7f7c0456&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex's Regret: Married To His Enemy
For eight years, I was the Falcone mafia's top fixer and the Don's secret fiancée, taking bullets to keep his syndicate alive. But when my mother was crashing from heart failure, he refused to authorize her lifesaving surgery. I dropped to my knees in the middle of the crowded ballroom, begging him to make the call. Instead, Kieran didn't even flinch. He sat there meticulously folding a paper bird for his new favorite, Elena. "You are causing a scene, Sienna," he scolded me coldly. "And you completely forgot to pick up Elena's custom gown today. I am not rewarding your tantrums." He then publicly stripped me of my executive rank, gave my hard-earned Underboss title to Elena, and made a show of praising her—while the vintage diamond ring he had chosen in her favorite style still sat on my finger. I had died on the operating table three times to build his empire, yet he was willing to let my mother die over a delayed dress. The desperation in my gut congealed into a block of ice, and my lingering love completely burned away. I took off the ring and walked straight out of the Falcone estate into the freezing night. Outside, the Matriarch of his deadliest rival was waiting in an armored SUV. "My clinic can save her," she said smoothly. "But you know the price." I didn't even hesitate. "I will marry your son."/0/73041/coverorgin.jpg?v=0e442aafb9037ad4cbce67beff81e95a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold Myself to My Husband's Rival
Framed by her husband's mistress and abandoned in a prison cell, Bella is left to die-stabbed in the dark, betrayed by everyone she once loved. But a mysterious man saves her, pulling her from the brink of death. Three years later, she returns as a cold, calculative woman, determined to destroy the man who cast her aside. But when he traps her against the wall, his breath hot against her skin, her carefully built walls begin to crack. "I will never let you go again. You'll forever be mine, Bella."/0/60712/coverorgin.jpg?v=430027687077f93a70bd0915ddc8864e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Loving A Gangster ~ Seduced By Danger, Bound By Passion
"Shit, she is escaping," the man with the scarred eyes, cursed out, and grabs the rope I was using to escape. Taking the vase from the table beside the window, I threw it over to his head, "Get your fucking hands off," I snapped and jumped out the window with the rope as my guide, and he followed. Turning my head, I sighted him. "Great, today is not just my day," I murmured as I landed on the.... In a world of crimes, spies and a forbid-den romance. I'm Sophie Rust, an 18 years old. College student. If I may brag a little, I would define my-self as someone who is clever, stubborn, fun-loving and adventurous. I've always known my parents were more than what they seemed, but never in my wildest dream did I imagine they were secret spy agents working for an underground Secret Service. The Rusts – Wild-cat pair is what they were called. Their secret life was full of danger and emotional roller coasters, a life I secretly craved. However, everything changed when I met Alexander Kova, a ruthless Russian gangster leader with a vendetta against my family. And love took an unexpected turn. Tragedy struck, at the High-Ranking official estate where we stayed, leaving me as the sole survivor among the children of other spies. Terrified and homeless, The Kovas, our enemies, turned into our protectors, offered me a blanket of safety. But that hope turned to nothing when a clash between the Kovas and a New York gangster family erupts, turning me into something formidable, a being with powers unimaginable. I never knew I could be the person that I have become.. In the realm of power, secrets, and vengeance, our unlikely romance faces its ultimate test. As Alexander unleashes mayhem to claim what he believes is rightfully his, will our love survive the relentless storm, or will it crumble in the battle for power?/1/104513/coverorgin.jpg?v=854e28a45b76f110d53035d68c99683c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
