Mafia Books for Women
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The Billionaire's Agent
Sofia, an agent sent Uncover on a mission to inquire about evidence and schemes of an operation in a company allegedly said to be run by a Mafia Boss and his black market dealings. After falling in love with the cold, heartless Alexander Royce. Will she go through with her mission or leave it for love?/0/69482/coverorgin.jpg?v=f50c925538cbd1052aa2a2e8d10c224b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Coded Heart
She was a hacker sought out by mafia gangs and Luca Santoro was finally able to get his hands on her where she worked as a hostess to cover up her hacker identity. "You're just a mere pawn in my game, Ash Vega." "I am Astrid, no longer Ash Vega. Get it straight, Don Santoro." As they both went deeper and deeper into the darkness lurking, they developed a relationship they couldn't define. But she was good with codes, she could break the codes in his heart to define what they were. The more valuable an asset, the more it is sought for in the underground world. More giants rose in order to claim the valuable one Luca Santoro possesed. Will he be able to protect her?/1/104524/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9256736266a176039cfe994efa0f4b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Mute Wife: Now His Obsession
I was the mute fisherman's daughter who married the King of New York, only to become his prisoner. Dante Vitiello didn't love me; he used my silence as a weapon and let his mistress, Valeria, rule my home. When Valeria poisoned herself to frame me, Dante didn't look for the truth. He drained my blood to save her life, then threw me into a freezing dungeon to rot among the rats. He planned to marry her while I shivered in the dark, telling me I was nothing but gutter trash. With no voice to scream and no way to fight, I chose the only escape left. I swallowed a vial of lethal pufferfish toxin, trading my life for a coma that mimicked death. I wanted to haunt him. I wanted my cold body to be his punishment. But when I woke up a year later, the world had changed. I wasn't in hell. I was in a clinic, and Dante was lying on the floor with a bullet in his temple. He had discovered the truth too late. To wake me up, he had accepted a deadly game of Russian Roulette. He signed our divorce papers with a steady hand, then pulled the trigger to buy my freedom. The monster was dead. And for the first time, the silence belonged to me./0/65415/coverorgin.jpg?v=b3611e0214e54db7a6386267fd3e25e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY DANGEROUS LOVE IN THE MAFIA
Luna is an innocent girl who enters the life of a mafia. She becomes the object of obsession and love from the mafia who has kidnapped her. Her trauma around the mafia gradually fades as she gets to know Darius Vallerio, a ruthless mafia figure. The presence of this unfamiliar man turns Luna's life completely upside down. She becomes filled with fear of the stark reality of darkness, a twisted fate, and a world full of enemies. Luna must live her life with a mafia known for his cruelty. She follows a path that is far less fortunate than others. She was kidnapped, not to be made a prostitute, but for love and obsession from a mafia. Darius Vallerio, the man, is steadfast in all his beliefs, knowing no fatigue or weariness. The dreams he has envisioned must come true. His role as a mafia won't deter his good or bad intentions good or bad intentions./1/106558/coverorgin.jpg?v=938889ab96db9ffb0f7be563e69508f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Dragging Traitors To Hell
The world was a symphony of agony, played on the strings of my own body. I was tied to a chair in a damp basement, the metallic tang of blood filling my mouth as my fingernails were ripped from their beds by a pair of rusty pliers. My best friend, Corrine, stepped into the flickering light wearing my favorite Chanel suit and the engagement ring that was supposed to be mine. Beside her, my fiancé Aldo held the pliers, his voice smooth and cultured as he demanded I sign over my entire inheritance to them. As I struggled, a news report flashed on an old TV in the corner: Hunter Gallagher, the man I had treated like dirt but who had always tried to protect me, was dead in a horrific car explosion. Corrine laughed, whispering in my ear that they had lured him to his death using a fake kidnapping tip. He died trying to save me from a trap set by the people I trusted most. They didn't just want my money; they wanted to erase me. They plunged a needle full of heroin into my neck, watching with cold, mocking eyes as my heart hammered against my ribs and finally seized into nothingness. I died in that basement, a blind, spoiled girl who had let her true protector be murdered. As the darkness closed in, my soul burned with a single, silent vow: If I ever get another life, I will drag you both to hell with me. Suddenly, I gasped for air, my lungs fighting against a weight that wasn't there. I wasn't in the basement; I was in my own bed, my fingernails intact and my skin unbroken. I checked my phone, and my heart stopped—it was May 20th, exactly one year before my death. Hunter was still alive, and this time, I wasn't the prey./0/78243/coverorgin.jpg?v=3cafce620aefed794c88b1924018deb6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold to the devil
"He didn't marry me for love. He married me to own me." When Amira Monroe is sold off to settle her father's debt, she becomes the unwilling bride of Leonardo Vercetti-ruthless billionaire, mafia boss, and the coldest man she's ever met. Locked away in his golden mansion, Amira is no wife. She's a prisoner, a plaything, a possession. But beneath the cruelty lies something darker... and more broken. Leonardo is hiding secrets-dangerous ones. And the deeper Amira digs, the closer she gets to uncovering the truth that could destroy them both. She promised to protect her sister. She swore she'd escape. But what happens when hatred turns to obsession... and freedom starts to taste like his kiss? She walked into his world to destroy him. She never expected to fall for the devil in disguise. ---/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./0/76679/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc50149a5f1f5747c073b1ed65b7dad8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wolf's Bride
Kidnapped on the eve of her engagement to a politician she didn't love, Valeria Moretti, daughter of Italy's most ruthless crime patriarch, wakes up in a fortified estate deep in the Carpathians, claimed by a stranger with bloodstained hands and a debt to settle. Damien Volkov, the Black Wolf of the Romanian underworld, doesn't believe in mercy, only balance. And the price for her father's betrayal is her. But Valeria has no pawns. She's been trained in silence, survival, and secrets. Yet nothing prepares her for the savage elegance of her captor... or the growing hunger that threatens to consume them both. As alliances collapse and a brutal vendetta unravels decades of blood-sworn loyalty, Valeria and Damien must decide what matters more: vengeance... or the love born from it. In a world where power is survival and love is a weapon, one wrong move could start a war that leaves nothing standing./0/66980/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250115122359&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cassandra, The Mafia's Bride
Meet Cassandra, the most beautiful young lady in whole of Aristotle city, who was forced to get married to a multibillionaire named Davis. He was a fucking cruel mafia king and no one dared to step on his lane. He never took Cassandra for a wife but a sex toy and his punching bag. He mistreated her and no one was to talk about not even her father, after years of suffering and smiling. She made her choice to rebel against him with all means possible. She used all her leisure time to dig out his hidden secrets, learn martial arts, dig secret path ways and diverse means to escape. After realizing that Davis had murder her whole family, she swore to make him pay with his life, blood and sweat. Will Davis ever know that he had created a monster out of his beautiful wife? Will she succeed to make him pay for torturing her? Will she finally get the freedom she so desired? Watch out!!!/1/104525/coverorgin.jpg?v=03888366bd4ff7c25a50749f40cc4df8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Older Brother
I was a Vitiello, sold to the Morettis to secure an alliance. For five years, I quietly loved Dante, counting down the minutes until our wedding at St. Patrick's Cathedral. But it ended with a single text three minutes before the ceremony. "Stay at the apartment. Sofia is awake. Don't make a scene." His ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, had woken from a coma with no memory. Just like that, I was erased. For thirty days, I waited in the shadows while Dante played hero to a woman who didn't remember him. He told me he was protecting her fragile mind. But then I found the truth. I stood outside the doctor's office and heard Dante refuse a treatment that would restore Sofia's memory. "If she remembers, she might leave again," Dante told the doctor. "Elena will wait. She's a good soldier. Let me have my fantasy." He wasn't protecting her. He was keeping her broken to feed his ego, banking on my submission. He thought I was furniture he could put in storage. He was wrong. I didn't go back to the apartment. Instead, I dialed a number every made man in New York feared. "Matteo," I said to Dante's lethal older brother, the King of the underworld. "I am done waiting. I want to be a Moretti bride. But not Dante's."/0/78713/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8ed0318229be23931e5dd33ef1a4a97&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Substitute Bride For The Mafia Boss
When Valentina Russo is forced to marry Alessandro De Luca, the ruthless and dangerously handsome heir to the De Luca crime empire, she becomes a pawn in a deadly game of power, betrayal, and desire. She was never meant to be his bride her perfect, obedient sister was. But when her sister vanishes on the eve of the wedding, Valentina is thrust into a world of wealth, violence, and passion she never asked for. Alessandro is cold, possessive, and unforgiving, a man who doesn't take betrayal lightly. He sees Valentina as nothing more than a replacement, a woman he didn't choose but now owns. However, she's different fierce, unpredictable, and unwilling to bow to him. And that makes her dangerous. Torn between the arrogant mafia boss who ignites a fire in her veins and his enigmatic cousin, Lorenzo, who offers her an escape, Valentina finds herself caught in a web of deadly secrets, forbidden attraction, and an irresistible war between love and hate. But in this world, love is a weakness. And trusting the wrong man? b Could cost her everything including her life. Will she surrender to Alessandro's dark desires or escape before she becomes his prisoner forever?"/1/104838/coverorgin.jpg?v=35c4b4a3589163ba536bd4a7bfb93a45&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Discarded Wife To Scent Queen
My husband, the ruthless Underboss of the Ewing crime family, was terrified of one thing: his dead fiancée’s memory. Or rather, her living sister, Ivana, who used that memory to turn my life into a living hell. To "apologize" for humiliating me at a gala, Corbett brought me a peace offering: a green macaron. "Pistachio," he promised. "Your favorite." I took one bite, and my throat instantly seized. It felt like barbed wire tightening around my windpipe. It wasn't pistachio. It was almond paste. Corbett knew I was deadly allergic. He used to carry my EpiPen on our first dates. As I collapsed to the floor, wheezing and clawing at my neck, a scream ripped from the guest wing. "Corbett! Help! They're posting mean comments about me again!" Ivana. Corbett looked down at me, his dying wife, and then looked toward the hallway where Ivana was crying over Instagram. He hesitated for only a second. Then he pulled his leg away from my grasping hand. "I'll be right back," he said, turning his back on me. "Just... use your pen." He ran to comfort a healthy woman while I crawled across the carpet, vision tunneling, forcing the needle into my own thigh to restart my heart. As I lay there shaking, listening to him soothe her, the last thread of love snapped. I didn't call an ambulance. I pulled a burner phone from behind the vanity mirror and texted the one man Corbett feared more than death—his rival, Don Kain Solomon. "I accept. Get me out."/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./0/56812/coverorgin.jpg?v=36b6a29599fce7c2fa3e1b4d9d77ffac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SILENT KILLER
A driven passion for revenge, transforms Andrea in to a mid night assassin. The murder of her parents she witnessed haunts her ,she inhreted a curse of extreme strength from her mother . she is determined to devaiour everyone who took her parents to the grave, disgusted as one of the best detectives the country has to offer during the day. At night she hunts till the her soul is satisfied. bloodshed cold heart fighting for the innocent she is a heroine in her story she wont stop at nothing, known as the silent killer./0/99989/coverorgin.jpg?v=e2c0f3d91a0c9a3de02be0635e29c95b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Brother's Bride To Be
Luciana Moretti was raised to honor her family, even when it breaks her. She was meant to marry Adrian Orlov-the gentle heir who became her safe place. Then the accident stole him. With the Valerios threatening the Las Vegas port, Adrian's father, Don Lorenzo Orlov, refuses to let the alliance die. His new demand is ruthless: Luciana will marry Roman Orlov, Adrian's younger brother and the reluctant heir now forced into his place. Duty binds them, grief fuels them, and something dangerous sparks between them... until evidence surfaces claiming Roman caused Adrian's death. The truth will either bind them together or destroy everything./0/96391/coverorgin.jpg?v=2677a4a5ac5d8432522c883d78e02a30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Heiress: Reborn from Mafia Prison
Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift—a way to protect me from a worse fate. Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes." My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life. They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous. They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word. It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash. That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."/1/104526/coverorgin.jpg?v=e60f6319be8973e901eb4fc2e7177733&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Genius Heiress They Tried To Break
I stood outside the Genovese estate in the freezing rain for two hours, waiting for the man I loved to let me in. I was Elena Russo, the brilliant forensic accountant who had just laundered forty million dollars for the family. I was the adopted daughter, the fixer, and the fiancée of the Underboss, Luca. But the moment Sofia, the "real" daughter, returned, I became nothing but a placeholder. Luca looked me in the eye, swirling his scotch, and delivered the blow. "I need you to hand your work over to Sofia. She needs the prestige to be accepted by the Commission." He demanded I give up my life’s work—a complex laundering algorithm—so his new favorite could take the credit. When I refused, the humiliation began. Sofia faked a fall into the pool, and my adoptive father kicked me into the deep end to "teach me a lesson." I nearly drowned. Luca didn't save me. He handed me a diving mask and told me to find Sofia's lost ring at the bottom of the freezing pool before I was allowed to warm up. They stole my code. They ruined my reputation at the university. They slapped me in front of the press. They thought I was a stray dog with nowhere to go. They were wrong. Lying in the hospital bed, I dialed a number I had memorized years ago. "This is Asset 724," I whispered. "I'm ready to come home." The next day, the Russo empire began to crumble. And when a convoy of black SUVs arrived to collect me, Luca finally realized his mistake. My real father wasn't a nobody. He was Don Moretti, the King of the West Coast. And he was here to burn their world to ash./1/104839/coverorgin.jpg?v=98b397175c5e9c5a7c6b1e7c2b72b301&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Killed Love, She Killed His Empire
I was securing the diamond clasp of my necklace when the security monitor blinked to life, revealing my husband burying his face between his assistant's thighs. Just an hour later, Dante Moretti stood by my side at the Gala, playing the part of the devoted Capo, while his mistress smirked at me from across the room in a dress that screamed for attention. I wanted to leave. I had packed my bags, ready to disappear. But then the doctor told me the news: I was six weeks pregnant with the Vitiello-Moretti heir. I thought the baby might save us. I thought it would stop the madness. I was wrong. When his mistress accused me of betrayal to cover her own tracks, Dante didn't listen to his wife. He listened to the woman warming his bed. In a blind rage, the man who swore to protect me struck me down. I felt the sharp, tearing pain in my abdomen before I even hit the stone floor. As blood stained my pristine white dress, I realized he hadn't just broken his vows. He had killed our unborn son. So, when the opportunity came to detonate the gas line and fake my own death, I didn't hesitate. I let the world believe Seraphina Moretti died in that explosion. Ten years later, I returned to a city that thought I was a ghost. I dismantled his supply lines, froze his assets, and watched his empire crumble piece by piece. And when he was finally on his knees in the rain, broken and destitute, I stepped out of the shadows. I didn't come back for his money. I came back to hand him the ultrasound photo of the child he murdered. "Hello, Dante."/1/112348/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d931d73a32b19016899510ac21fec40&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Comatose Mafia King
I stood before the altar of the grand gothic cathedral, about to marry Julian Moretti, the grieving adopted son stepping up for the comatose Don. To the hundreds of mafia men behind us, it was a dutiful wedding. But I knew the horrifying truth. Julian and his pregnant mistress, Clara, had orchestrated a brutal plot to steal my dowry and secure his place as the next Don. In my past life, I was completely blind to their betrayal. Julian trapped me in our apartment and set it ablaze. I could still feel the blistering heat of the fire. I could still hear my mother’s agonizing screams and my little brother Antonio’s desperate coughing as the smoke filled our lungs. My entire family was burned alive just so Julian could swap the brides and put his whore in my place. I died in pure agony, filled with hatred and despair, wondering why I had trusted a monster. God hadn't saved me from those flames. The Devil had. And he sent me back to this exact moment at the altar. "Do you, Isabella Rossi, take Julian Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked. Julian reached for my hand with a sickeningly gentle smile. I didn't give it to him. I tore back my lace veil and turned to face the crowd. "You are mistaken, Father," I said, my voice like ice. "The man I am bound to marry is your Don. Damien Moretti."/0/53997/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4f815536e5b5730eeec797cbddfed04&imageMogr2/format/webp)
