Mafia Books for Women
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Shattered Vows: Marrying The Dark Don
For seven years, I have been the submissive commoner wife of Julian, the New York Mafia boss. When he finally realized what he had ruined and stabbed himself with a dagger, begging for my forgiveness, I simply turned and walked away. I endured his endless betrayals and cruelty for only one reason: he paid for my grandmother's life-sustaining treatment. But while he was busy buying diamonds for his new mistress, the pressure of his emotional abuse caused me to lose our child. His mistress broke into my grandmother's hospital room and threw explicit photos of her and Julian in my grandmother's face. My grandmother died from shock. Julian knew nothing about this. “Go home, Sienna. You’re pregnant. Stop making a scene, or I’ll cut off your grandmother’s medical bills tomorrow.” When I found him, he arrogantly thought I was just throwing a tantrum. He didn't know our child was gone. He didn't know that my grandmother had passed away. In front of all his men, I poured a glass of whiskey over his head, left the signed divorce papers on his table, and then boarded a one-way flight to Germany. I will leave him forever./1/104517/coverorgin.jpg?v=196a2ba7a43be92f753a882827572c91&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Regret: She Saved His Life
On our fifth anniversary, instead of a ring, I gave Elena a death sentence. I believed her father killed mine. So, I spent five years making her fall in love with me just to break her. I replaced her with Sofia, the woman I thought donated her kidney to save me. I stripped Elena of her dignity, forced her to crawl over hot coals, and locked her in a freezing cellar until her artificial heart gave out. She died alone in the mud, pulling the plug on her own life to escape me. It was only when I saw her body on the autopsy table that I found the truth. Sofia’s skin was flawless. It was Elena who had the scar. Elena gave me her kidney. Elena saved me while I destroyed her. Broken by the truth, I drove a knife into my own chest to join her in hell. But I didn't die. I woke up ten years in the past, back in high school. I thought God gave me a second chance to fix it. I saved her father. I cleared the path for our love. I walked toward her in the school courtyard, ready to be the hero she deserved. But she didn't look at me with love. She looked at me with absolute, freezing terror. I wasn't the only one who remembered the previous life./1/131771/coverorgin.jpg?v=f74e86a5723d3dede38d9c1a282baa6e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ex-Husband's Regret: The Surgeon's Return
"Take the dress off and give it to her." At a star-studded gala, my billionaire secret husband stood shielding his delicate rumored mistress, staring at me with cold authority. "She likes it. Take it off. Don't be so petty. Otherwise, your best friend's brand will be dead by morning." Looking at the man I had loved for thirteen years, I suddenly felt nothing but a wave of pure disgust. "Sure." I smirked, and in front of the city's elite, I poured my full glass of champagne directly over his bespoke leather shoes. Then, I reached behind my back, unzipped the gown, and let the $60,000 velvet pool at my ankles. Amidst the gasps of the entire ballroom, I walked out into the freezing blizzard wearing nothing but a thin silk slip, clinging to the arm of his fiercest rival. Later, he thought cutting off my abusive family's funding and buying the deed to my dead mother's house would force me to crawl back to him like a dog. The next day, he blocked my path with condescending arrogance. "Are you done throwing this tantrum? Come home." My answer was a "PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE" slammed hard against his chest. At that moment, the ruthless hockey tyrant, who wouldn't blink at a broken rib on the ice, locked his eyes on the glaring, ambiguous red bite mark on my neck. His facade finally shattered. "Whose mark is that on your neck?!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot, trembling as he reached for my hand. I stepped back in pure disgust, my red lips curving into a smirk. "Move, ex-husband. You're blocking my way to my next date." This time, I'm not just dumping this blind bastard. I'm going to make him watch as I crush everything he is so proud of beneath my heels./1/107113/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a7ae9f792d22f3645bdb5e471814a25&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Marriage: My Husband doesn't know I am the daughter of his enemy
Elara Virelli was born into a family that hated her and treated her as nothing more than a servant. She finally escapes after sleeping with a masked man at her sister's engagement party. She now has a new identity and a son she loves more than anything. Lucien Kòrvac is a powerful mafia Don under the guise of a billionaire CEO. Fate reunites him with an interesting woman he knew years ago, and he discovers he has a son he never knew existed. Now he will stop at nothing to claim and protect him. Now they are enemies in a world where love is a luxury and loyalty is fake. Both bound by a child. Will hatred turn to desire, or will their past destroy them both?/1/104842/coverorgin.jpg?v=146e9037172b3339a2a334a162c78e6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Regret: Losing His Life Saver
For three years, I was the one scrubbing the scent of blood from his hands and holding him while he screamed in pain. I was the one who taught Coleton Barron how to walk again after the car bomb nearly took his legs. But the moment he reclaimed his seat as Don, I became invisible. At his recovery gala, he draped his arm around Charly—the woman who fled when he was crippled—and laughed as he told his inner circle I was "just the hired help." It didn't stop at insults. When Charly faked a fall, he shoved me aside with enough force to crack my skull against the pool edge. When a bomb went off in a gallery, he looked me in the eye, saw me trapped under debris, and turned his back to carry her to safety instead. He even held a gun to my head because she lied about me poisoning his soup. His mother threw a check at me, telling me that tools go back in the box when the job is done. They thought I would beg to stay. They thought I was weak. I took the five million and vanished without a word. Three years later, I returned to New York. Not as his nurse, but as the fiancée of the only man Coleton fears. And when he saw the diamond on my finger, the King of New York finally realized he had thrown away his only lifeline./1/112629/coverorgin.jpg?v=a19aa95cd9de58e3f143db2df60707ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don
"You're leaving," Lorenzo said softly. Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!" "You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now." "Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him. Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly. "I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly. She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud. "Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!" "You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine." "I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!" Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked. Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks. "I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly. Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..." "I can't," he whispered. And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her. *************** Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark. But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den. The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows. Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive. Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down?/0/75642/coverorgin.jpg?v=bdb4ab22b6e4a7ed543cf0b8d34d9456&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Prince's Secret Lover
Sienna Costa has spent her life healing the broken-dedicating herself to saving lives at her free clinic in the darkest corners of Milan. But when she meets Rafael Bianchi, a dangerously handsome billionaire with an irresistible pull, she is drawn into a world she never imagined. Rafael is everything she shouldn't want-arrogant, mysterious, and intoxicatingly possessive. What she doesn't know is that he's more than just a powerful CEO-he's the heir to Italy's most feared mafia empire, a man with blood on his hands and a heart that belongs to her. Their love is forbidden, hidden in the shadows. But when a ruthless enemy discovers their secret, Sienna becomes a pawn in a deadly game of power and obsession. Now, Rafael must make an impossible choice: protect his empire or risk everything for the woman who owns his soul. But in the mafia world, love is a weakness-and enemies are always watching. When the truth is revealed, will their passion survive the darkness? Or will Sienna walk away from the man who was never meant to be hers?/1/104518/coverorgin.jpg?v=232fd786c4d3d31a1385ebe68dec0fbd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed For A Fake Heir: The Wife's Exit
At the auction, my husband raised his paddle and bid five million dollars on the only keepsake I had left of my dead mother. But he didn't buy the sapphire necklace for me. He handed the velvet box to his pregnant mistress, Mia, right in front of the entire New York underworld. When I reached for it, Mia faked a stumble. Dante moved with the speed of a predator. He shoved me hard to clear space for her. My body slammed into a marble pillar, shattering my hip, while he scooped her up and carried her out, stepping over my dress without a single glance. That was only the beginning. He forced me to drain my blood to save her during a false emergency. He exiled me to a freezing cabin with no heat, leaving me to be buried alive in an avalanche while he comforted her over a lie. Lying in the hospital bed after surviving the snow, I realized I no longer hated him. Hate is passion. Hate implies he still matters. I felt nothing but a cold, heavy silence. So when he finally left the house to hunt down the truth about Mia’s baby, I didn't wait for his apology. I left my wedding ring on the bathroom counter. I dropped my phone into a sewer grate. By the time the Dragon of New York realized his wife was gone, I was already in Seattle, painting a new life where monsters couldn't find me./0/74020/coverorgin.jpg?v=24f00537fad96e5ee8a74b33d253d42f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
LOVE NEXT DOOR
A girl fell in love with her next door neighbor but unknowingly to her he is a mafia boss and also a college student. They both fall in love with each other and their love blossom but what will happen when she find out his secret and also that his father is behind the death of her parents. Find out in this story you won't want to miss./1/119443/coverorgin.jpg?v=c005f161009167ff5093b4b69cfadf61&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bleeding For A Lie: His Cruel Betrayal
For two years, I worked double shifts at a dingy laundromat, scrubbing blood out of suits until my hands were permanently raw. I starved myself to pay off a massive mafia debt my boyfriend, Dante, supposedly owed. But one day, the city's untouchable Mafia Princess walked in and revealed the cruel truth. Dante was the billionaire Don himself, and my suffering was just a sick undercover game he played to test my loyalty. Instead of ending the charade, Dante looked at me like I was invisible trash. He allowed his fiancée to frame me for theft, fired me, and forced me to kneel on the freezing concrete outside his headquarters. When his fiancée stole my severance and sent rogue soldiers to destroy me, I frantically called him for help while coughing up blood. "You are a degenerate gambler. Do not ever contact me again." He hung up the phone, leaving me to be brutally assaulted by the monsters until my bones snapped. Lying on my ruined floor, I couldn't understand how the man who used to whisper my name in the dark could be so merciless. I had bled my soul dry for him, only to be discarded like a liability. With my spirit entirely shattered, I typed out one final message. "If I die, will you regret it?" I stepped out of the eighteenth-floor window and let the wind swallow me whole. I never expected that days later, the untouchable Don would find my hidden love letters, go completely mad with grief, and step off that exact same ledge./1/120741/coverorgin.jpg?v=50b9a3d84db6a5ecaa0469570b6f185a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Broken Artist's Spectacular Mafia Comeback
I forged the blueprints that crowned my husband a mafia Capo, saving him when he was nothing. But after he rose to power, he favored his new female associate, Gia, and handed her my life's work—my coded art book. When I went to retrieve it, Gia slashed my right hand with a switchblade, severing my tendons. My career as an artist died on that floor. My husband rushed into the room, looked at my destroyed hand—and stepped past me to shield her. "Have you lost your mind? She was just following my orders!" He saw what she had done. He chose to look away. He protected the woman who mutilated me, blaming me for starting the fight. I stared at the man I had spent four years building from pieces. He was protecting another woman, willfully blind to the fact that I was the true architect of his empire. Why did I sacrifice everything for a man whose memory and conscience were so easily corrupted? Without a word, I walked past them, letting my blood drip onto his expensive leather shoes. I calmly called the syndicate Enforcers to report a theft, filed for divorce, and froze all his assets. He thought my life was over. He forgot that the woman who built his empire with her right hand could tear it down with her left./0/64936/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3e99718c19482dadebe72ab4ebcb88e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The mafia's captive bride
Daisy sacrifices her freedom to save her father's life, but her marriage to Giovanni Marino may be her deadliest mistake. Trapped in a world of family secrets, lies and betrayal, she must navigate the treacherous landscape of the Marino family's power struggles and must confront the darkest corners of her own heart. Will she succumb to the darkness that has consumed her husband's soul, or will she risk everything to escape the nightmare that has become her life? Dive into this intriguing and captivating story./1/119768/coverorgin.jpg?v=95f158b08aa895c0639d35820ff598d0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Mafia Boss
For five long years, I hid the truth about my mother in our basement, pretending she was just locked in the safehouse. My father, a ruthless mafia Capo, thought she was just throwing a bitter tantrum. To protect his mistress's illegitimate daughter, he decided to marry me off as collateral to a rival cartel. When I refused, the mistress framed me, crying that my mother and I were doing dark magic in the basement to curse her unborn twins. My father flew into a blind rage. "Strip her and give her fifty lashes in the snow. Let's see how long her mother can hold out!" He ordered his men to beat me with a salt-soaked leather whip. I was twelve years old. My skin was shredded, my fever spiked to 104 degrees, and I was pronounced dead before the cartel's convoy even reached the hospital. Until my last breath, my father kept staring at the safehouse door, waiting for my mother to come out and save me. He didn't know the woman he was trying to punish had been forced to drink poison by his precious mistress five years ago. He didn't know I had endured his brutal abuse just to guard my mother's secret. What he never imagined was that my mother didn't die that night. She escaped. She rebuilt herself from nothing. And while my father was still screaming at a ghost, she had already conquered an empire of her own. When I opened my eyes again, the biting winter cold was gone. I was lying in a warm bed, bandaged and alive. And standing right in front of me, wearing a sharp suit and ruling the city's underworld as a Mafia Queen, was my mother./1/104519/coverorgin.jpg?v=546324815e96a7b801a935eacd6589e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King's Unwanted Wife Shines
My husband ordered me to turn around and face the altar. He unbuckled his heavy leather belt, his eyes cold and devoid of mercy. "You need to learn respect," Dante spat. He whipped me in the family chapel until my back was a bloody mess. All because his mistress, Sofia, had framed me for breaking his grandfather's urn. He didn't ask for the truth. He didn't hesitate. He just wanted to punish the wife he considered a burden. As the belt tore into my skin, I didn't scream. I just counted the memories dying. He didn't know I was the one who dove into the frozen lake to save him in high school. He didn't know I was the one who took a knife for him during the ambush. He believed Sofia's lies that she was his savior. I had loved him for ten years. I had bled for him. And in return, he scarred me permanently for a crime I didn't commit. That night, I didn't tend to my wounds. I packed my bags, signed the divorce papers, and swore on the Code of Omertà to never love him again. Three years later, Dante found my old diary hidden under the floorboards. He read the truth about who really saved him, and realized he had tortured his guardian angel. He found me in Paris, fell to his knees in a crowded hotel lobby, and begged for forgiveness with tears in his eyes. I looked at the man who broke me and smiled. "Lie down and die, Dante," I said softly. "Because I have a life to live."/0/86999/coverorgin.jpg?v=73a7a1b14525b1fe7adcc81c7853d624&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE DEVIL WHO BOUGHT ME
Natalie Grimaldi has always been a fighter. Rebellious, sharp-tongued, and unwilling to break under pressure, she's spent most of her life enduring the cruelty of her uncle, Gideon Grimaldi , a greedy man who raised her only to use her as a pawn. When Gideon announces that she's to marry Viktor Roman, a Russian billionaire twice her age, in exchange for a debt settlement, Natalie is furious, broken and frustrated. On the day of the wedding something unexpected happens she is claimed in a contract marriage by California's most feared Italian Mafia family, LORENZO DE LUCA. She finds herself being sold twice!! Lorenzo doesn't know her name, doesn't care about her except his own gains(the real reason he bought her) but something in her fire, her refusal to bow, stirred something long buried in him. He buys her for something much more deeper -nothing more. But Natalie refuses to break. Even as he claims her body, her life, she hides her heart, planning escape, revenge, and freedom. But the longer she remains under Lorenzo's roof, the more she begins to see cracks in his stone facade: his silence, his shadows, his haunting grief and most of all HIS SECRET. The real reason he bought her. And against every wall she's built, Natalie begins to feel the tug of something she vowed never to give him-sympathy. Maybe even more. As Natalie secretly builds her own power, forging connections and learning the dark truths behind Lorenzo's empire, she must face the hardest question of all: Can she destroy the man who bought her, if he's the first one who ever saw her? Or will she fall for the devil who was never meant to love?/1/101275/coverorgin.jpg?v=86621928bffb0979dde8d6eb69b96a79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For The Ruthless Don's Regret
The crystal chandelier swayed violently above the dinner table. In that fraction of a second, time seemed to stop. My husband, Dante, didn't hesitate. He didn't reach for me. He dove across the table, tackling his "fragile" first love, Mia, to the floor. He shielded her body with his own. Gravity took over. The heavy metal slammed into my legs, crushing them instantly. While I lay buried under the debris, bleeding into the beige carpet, Dante was screaming for a medic—because Mia had a paper cut. It wasn't the first time he chose her. He had run my taxi off the road because she faked a fall. He gave her my dying father's antique rosary just because she thought it was a pretty accessory. But the final blow wasn't physical. While Dante was at a hotel comforting Mia through a "nightmare," he ignored the urgent calls to authorize my father's bone marrow transplant. My father died alone of infection because Dante was too busy playing hero to a liar. When Dante finally returned to the penthouse, expecting me to be waiting there to beg for his forgiveness, he found the house silent. He found the signed divorce papers in the fireplace. And then, he found the death certificate dated three days ago. I didn't leave a note. I didn't leave a fight. I just left him with the silence he deserved, and vanished into the night./1/104844/coverorgin.jpg?v=258d3a78ea5111a20b88789fa59a5441&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Placeholder Wife: His Too Late Regret
On our fifth anniversary, I didn't get a gift. I got divorce papers. My husband, Ethan Spencer, the city's most feared Underboss, stood by while his mistress threw red wine over my white gown in front of the entire elite. "You're just a placeholder, Brooke," she sneered. "A factory rat keeping the seat warm." I waited for Ethan to defend me. Instead, when she planted a necklace in my bag and accused me of theft, he didn't check the cameras. He didn't look at the blood soaking my dress where he had shoved me aside. He called the police on his own wife. "Take her away," he ordered cold-heartedly, stepping over me to comfort the crying woman who was framing me. I spent the night in a freezing cell, realizing that for five years, he hadn't even opened the anniversary gifts I hid in his closet. He didn't know I wrote the stories for his company's games. He didn't know I was the one keeping his empire afloat. When I was released, I didn't go back to the penthouse. I walked straight to the headquarters of his sworn enemy, Dominic Cannon. "I heard you're looking for a narrative designer," I said, placing my wedding ring on his desk. "And I know exactly how to destroy the Spencer family." By the time Ethan found out the truth and came crawling back, dying and clutching the steel rose I once made him, it was too late. I was already wearing someone else's ring./0/64937/coverorgin.jpg?v=8e154d791388e947baee48d2b693db23&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia CEO'S Substitute Bride
In a world ruled by power and betrayal, Bella Moretti never imagined she'd be a pawn in a dangerous game. Forced into a marriage with Dante Romano, the cold and feared mafia boss, she steps into a life filled with secrets and shadows. But Dante isn't the monster the rumors warned her about. Beneath his ruthless exterior lies a man scarred by betrayal and haunted by his past. Bella was supposed to be a substitute bride nothing more. Yet the heat between them ignites something fierce and undeniable. As she unravels Dante's hidden depths, she's pulled into a web of passion and peril, where her loyalty is tested at every turn. With enemies circling and family betrayals lurking in the dark, Bella must decide: will she run from the danger or fight for the man who has claimed her heart?/1/126258/coverorgin.jpg?v=0347f12d6f5383da7a70769fa6212544&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Bride .
Forced into an arranged marriage with the heir of Italy's deadliest mafia family, Azzura Sil swore she would rather die than belong to Francesco Ndrangheta. But when enemies begin tearing both families apart from within, the only man powerful enough to protect her is the cold, ruthless devil she has hated for years. As war, betrayal, and obsession pull them closer together, Azzura discovers the terrifying truth Francesco has loved her long before she ever became his promised bride./1/113929/coverorgin.jpg?v=88437588f112e667fe72a185047e2836&imageMogr2/format/webp)
