Mafia Books for Women
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Rising From Ashes: The Architect's Comeback
I woke up in a sterile hospital room with no memory of the lethal-looking man pacing outside the glass. My friend told me he was Dante Moretti, the Underboss of Chicago, and the fiancé I had supposedly worshipped for seven years. But the truth shattered me faster than the crash did. When our convoy was ambushed and the car caught fire, Dante didn't pull me out. He chose to save Valeria—the widow of a soldier he felt guilty about—leaving me to burn in the backseat. He called it a "tactical decision." I called it a death sentence. I thought losing my memory was a curse, but it was a gift. It stripped away the delusion of love. I saw a man who treated me like a useful piece of furniture. I saw a rival in Valeria who smirked while taking my job and my place. When she set a room on fire to frame me, Dante saved her again, leaving me to choke on the smoke. He even branded me a thief in front of the entire Commission to protect her lies. He thought I would always be there, the obedient statue waiting for his scraps. He was wrong. I fled to New York and walked straight into the arms of his sworn enemy, Enzo Falcone. A man who didn't just promise to protect me, but walked through fire to do it. Months later, when Dante finally realized the truth and crawled back to me in the rain, begging for a second chance, I looked him dead in the eye. "Forgetting you was the only peace I ever knew." I took Enzo’s hand, letting Dante see exactly what he had lost. "Remembering you just confirmed that you are a mistake I will never make again."/0/99337/coverorgin.jpg?v=29a07b8c9d342bbe205858521dfc8bad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Broke Her Heart, She Broke His Bank
I was the architect of my husband's legitimate empire, the queen to his throne as the Don of a powerful crime family. Our home was our sanctuary, our bed the one sacred place he always returned to. But in the middle of the night, I woke to a woman's moan coming from a guest room that was supposed to be empty. The space beside me was cold; my husband, Brendan, was gone. The woman's voice belonged to Kiya, my protégée—a girl I’d mentored like a sister. Through the door, I heard him call me "a piece of furniture that sleeps soundly." I heard him tell her she possessed something I didn't. Then, a video confirmed the ultimate betrayal: a four-year affair, a pregnancy, and his casual dismissal of me as a business arrangement. He called me a title, but he called another woman's child his heir. He had broken the one rule that held our world together, turning my life's work into ash. He thought I was just a fixture in his grand design, a brilliant mind he could control and discard. He was wrong. There was only one way to escape this agony. I would have every memory of him surgically cut from my mind, erase him from my soul like a cancer, and disappear so completely that not even a ghost of me remained./0/74030/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ee978220a3b1a5487ceba014bcf9360&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Hired Lover
Sofia Morales is a struggling actress, juggling endless auditions while working as an escort to wealthy clients. Though her dream of stardom feels increasingly out of reach, she refuses to give up. But here comes Rios Alcaraz, a ruthless and enigmatic Mafia boss with no interest in marriage. But when his father pressures him to marry Beatrice Sandoval, the heiress of a powerful family, Rios devises a bold plan: hire someone to play the perfect girlfriend and keep the wedding bells at bay. Sofia, with her beauty, charm, and talent for pretending, becomes his first and only choice. But what starts as a business arrangement quickly spirals into a dangerous game of deception. As Sofia steps into Rios's treacherous world of power, secrets, and lies, she realizes that the line between acting and reality is dangerously thin-and playing the Mafia boss's girlfriend might cost her more than just her heart./1/104853/coverorgin.jpg?v=eccef64d54cd1f147c3b18fea09c295f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding His Twins From The Underboss
I saved a man bleeding out in the snow. He had no memory, so I called him Ben. We lived in a cabin, fell in love, and married by firelight with no witnesses but the ghosts of my parents. Then one day, he disappeared. Two years later, he returned. Not as my husband, but as Bernard Logan, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family. And he didn't remember me. He brought his cruel new fiancée to my clinic and treated me like a stranger. When she threw my father’s antique music box into a cactus display, he watched as I tore my hands apart trying to save it. He called our past a "drug-induced hallucination" and threatened to destroy me if I spoke up. Worst of all, I found out I was pregnant. He cornered me in the hospital room, his eyes cold and devoid of the warmth I used to know. "Is it mine?" I knew if I said yes, he would turn my child into a killer like him. Or his fiancée would ensure we never survived. So I looked the love of my life in the eye and lied. "No," I said. "It's not yours." I signed his NDA, took his hush money, and vanished to Europe to raise my twins alone. I thought I was free. I found a good man who actually loved me. But three years later, at an art gallery in Zurich, the crowd parted. Bernard was standing there, staring at me with a terrifying hunger. He had found out the truth. And he was ready to burn the world down to get us back./0/95444/coverorgin.jpg?v=f02427387988ae24fb8437d7e7025887&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mob's Bride
I was Ava Hudson, the future daughter-in-law of a prominent councilman in the city of Windhaven. My fiancé, Leo Kennedy, was a celebrated rising star in politics, admired by all. But deep in his heart, he harbored a love for a woman named Isabella Fuller, his untouchable ideal. Now, the notorious crime lord Alessandro Marcello had declared his intent to marry Isabella. I overheard Leo's chilling voice from outside the study. Send Ava to him. No matter how ruthless he is, would he dare touch the councilman's future daughter-in-law?" I followed his plan and married into the Marcello family. Later, it was Leo who lost his mind./0/64297/coverorgin.jpg?v=098231fe87c6fbfe768c7bdf10fb66f5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Angel of Darkness : A Wife's Revenge
Elena Moretti's life takes a dramatic turn when her cruel husband divorces her on the day their premature baby dies. Betrayed and sold out by her husband and mother-in-law, Elena nearly falls into the hands of the brutal Darkmora gang. But fate brought her to Lorenzo Ricci, a mysterious man with extensive connections in Italy. Their sudden, theatrical marriage brings Elena into a world of luxury she never imagined. As feelings grow between them, Lorenzo helps Elena get back on her feet and avenge her. But behind Lorenzo's loving exterior lies a dark secret that could shake the entire world of the Italian mafia. Who is Lorenzo really? Why would a man as powerful and mysterious as him choose Elena? And what is his connection to Zonil Leone, the legendary but never-seen leader of the Clanostra? As Elena gets closer to uncovering the truth, she doesn't realize that she's gone too deep into the web of Italy's most powerful mafia. Will her love for Lorenzo survive the big secret that could change everything?/1/100960/coverorgin.jpg?v=71debb59d3398aeb5194c03b9d5e8740&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For The Mafia King's Regret
On our seventh anniversary, the Capo dei Capi lit up the New York skyline with drones spelling my name, swearing on his life that I was his only Queen. Moments later, he abandoned me on the dock to rush to his mistress—my own sister, Sophia. Sophia sent me a photo of him kissing her belly with the caption: "He finally has a real woman. It's a boy." Lucien wanted an heir above all else. I was just the placeholder; she was the vessel. I didn't scream. I didn't confront him. I simply initiated Ghost Protocol. I left the wedding ring, signed the divorce papers, and erased Eleonora Marino from existence. By the time Lucien found the DNA test proving Sophia’s baby wasn't his—that he had betrayed his loyal wife for a lie—I was already gone. He executed my sister in a rage and spent his fortune burning down the world to find me. Six months later, he bought the high-security Swiss lab where I was hiding, forcing his way back into my life. He stood before me, gaunt and desperate. "I killed her, Nora. She paid for what she did to us. Come home." I looked at the man I had once worshipped. "Infidelity is a choice, Lucien. But murder? That is who you are." "We are enemies now."/1/104529/coverorgin.jpg?v=c9980e81ba0a8e7c4ad594cbaab927a1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Fiancée Is A Legend
For three years, I played the role of the submissive, boring fiancée to pay off a blood debt. My mother gave her kidney to save the Moretti Matriarch, and in return, I was promised to Dante, the heir. A life for a life. I cleaned his estate and wore his ring while he treated me like furniture. But my silence only bought me humiliation. Dante didn't just cheat; he brought his mistress, Roxy, into our home for dinner. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" on a recording and then broke our engagement via an Instagram post, tagging me to ensure the entire underworld saw my shame. When I went to return the family crest, they wanted a show. Roxy mocked me in front of Dante’s soldiers, snatched my mother’s antique jade pendant—the only thing I had left of her—and shattered it on the dirty club floor. Dante laughed, thinking I was helpless. They thought I was a hothouse flower who would faint at the smell of exhaust. They didn't know the "boring" girl had a racing license hidden under the floorboards. They didn't know I was "Ghost," the legendary underground racer they all bet on. Roxy handed me a spectator ticket to the Death Race, telling me to watch how the big boys play. I took the ticket, but I didn't go to the stands. I walked to the starting line, put on my helmet, and decimated the track record. When I took off that helmet in the winner's circle, Dante’s face went pale. And when Lorenzo Falcone, the most dangerous man in the city, stepped out of the shadows to wipe the blood from my hand and claim me as his own, Dante realized the truth. He hadn't just lost a fiancée. He had signed his own death warrant./0/79871/coverorgin.jpg?v=52ad1f474553f7024196612bbbff3516&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DANGEROUSLY YOURS: INTO THE ARMS OF MY STEPBROTHER
It started with a glance. A smirk. A touch that lingered too long. He's the boy they warned me about-inked, broken, addicted to danger. My stepbrother. The walking sin who thrives off chaos and knows exactly how to make a good girl come undone. We were forced into this family. But I was the one who let him into my bed. My head. My heart. He tastes like trouble. Kisses like he owns my soul. And when he tells me I'm his-even if the world burns for it-I believe him. Because I didn't just fall for my stepbrother. I fell into the darkness with him. And now, I don't want to find the light./0/99338/coverorgin.jpg?v=db02cbf349e209b22240fee33da38a74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late to Love Me Now
My father, a rising star in a crime family, decided to leave my mother. During the divorce, he asked me to choose who to live with. For the sake of my future, I chose him, the man who had money and power, over my penniless mother. My choice broke her heart. "He has money, Mom. You don't. I don't want to be poor anymore," I told her, a lie that felt like swallowing glass. She looked at me with utter betrayal before collapsing in tears. In my previous life, my love for her became the burden that destroyed her. After we were cast out, she worked herself to the bone to support me, only to die tragically trying to sell a kidney to pay for my medical bills. I followed her into death a week later. I didn't understand. I had loved her with all my soul, but my love only led to her suffering and death. Why did choosing love mean choosing ruin? Waking up again, I was fourteen, back at the moment of that devastating choice. This time, my love would not be a burden. It would be a weapon. I would get close to my father, dismantle his empire from the inside, and build my mother a fortress with the rubble./1/104854/coverorgin.jpg?v=2aba64933de709ed4ca102c08228a748&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Trash, The Rival's Treasured Queen
Four years ago, I melted my skin into the asphalt to pull Julian Moretti from a burning wreckage. I spent years in the shadows, nursing him back to health, hiding my scars while he reclaimed his title as the Underboss of New York. But on the way to our wedding, everything shattered. Estelle Russo, the woman who caused the crash that ruined me, complained of a stomach ache in the limousine. Julian didn't hesitate. He ordered the driver to stop on the shoulder of the highway. "Get out," he barked at me, his eyes cold. He forced me out of the car in my wedding gown, leaving me stranded in the dust and exhaust fumes just so Estelle could lie down on the seat. "Take a cab to the church," he sneered before speeding away. He didn't just leave me on the road; he abandoned me at the altar to hold the hand of the woman who had once tried to kill him. He called our relationship a "debt" he was tired of paying. I stood there, the lace of my dress heavy with humiliation, realizing I was never his Queen—I was just his collateral damage. I didn't call a taxi. Instead, I pulled a burner phone from my bodice and dialed the one number that would end his reign. "The deal is live," I whispered. "He chose her." I stripped off the wedding dress, climbed over the guardrail, and stepped into the black sedan waiting to take me to his greatest enemy./0/61378/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0323183a450e64cbb529988e23f9f6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mafia Husband
Diego, is a self-made billionaire, He was known for his pride and ruthlessness. Despite his wealth, he never left a penny for his wife, Vivian, before heading to work. Vivian, beautiful and dedicated, rarely changed her clothes because Diego neglected her needs. Diego fell in love with his Mafia mate in the past, Cassandra. Cassandra and Diego are fighters in a world filled with violence and betrayal. Their latest mission is to take down the ruthless Victor and his powerful network. As they battle through Victor's estate, filled with smoke and gunfire, they face not only their enemies but their own dark pasts. Diego wants a peaceful life with Mrs. Joy his boss in Dallas, away from the chaos of his past. But he has scars from his days in the mafia, and he used to mistreat his wife, Vivian. With Cassandra, his loyal mate, Diego is determined to change his life. As they fight Victor's men and chase him through secret tunnels, Diego and Cassandra must face their deepest fears. They learn that true strength comes from hope and forgiveness, not just fighting./1/110370/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b0af0a98110978f82bc9b0ce0dfca4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing the Don: And Then I Took Everything
For six years, Isabella Rossi used her family's immense wealth to save her husband's Mafia empire from bankruptcy while he fought on the front lines. Her reward? Don Damien Moretti returns with a mistress, a secret son, and a demand: Accept them, and keep paying the bills. He expects her to swallow her pride. Instead, Isabella closes her checkbook. She demands a divorce, cuts off their funding, and leaves his "glorious" empire to starve. But a Queen stepping down draws wolves. Enter Giovanni Falcone-the ruthless, untouchable King of the New York Underworld. He doesn't want her money; he wants her. Now, her ex-husband is begging for her back. But Isabella? She's too busy building her own empire-and watching his burn./1/104855/coverorgin.jpg?v=99d4a3de212be8b35ac178d0eca24b94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife, The Rival Don's Queen
The gunman pressed a Glock to my temple and gave my husband a choice. "One walks out. One stays. Choose, Mr. Underboss." I wasn't worried. I was Haven. I was his wife of ten years, his Consigliere, the woman who built his empire. Beside me sobbed Gemma, a fragile twenty-two-year-old he had known for six months. "Take Gemma! Leave Haven!" Connor screamed, his honor twisting into something unrecognizable. He walked out of the warehouse with another woman in his arms, leaving me to be butchered. I didn't wait for the bullet. I threw myself through a glass window into the freezing canal. I survived the fall, but the life inside me didn't. After five years of failed IVF, the miracle baby I hadn't even told Connor about was gone. While I lay in a cold hospital room, bleeding out the remains of our child, my husband was buying diamond earrings for the woman who had set me up to die. When the doctor tried to sedate me for the surgery, I grabbed his wrist. "No anesthesia," I commanded. "But the pain..." "I want to feel it," I said, staring at the ceiling. "I want to feel every scrap of him leaving my body." I burned that pain into my soul. Then, I went home, poured gasoline over our wedding bed, and lit a match. Two years later, I returned to the city. Connor thought I was dead. But when he saw me on the arm of his mortal enemy, wearing the crown of a rival Queen, he realized his mistake. He didn't just lose a wife. He started a war./0/51321/coverorgin.jpg?v=de22495e1f2d398478bced07f6cd1b92&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Helen And The Mafia
“Come over here_ Lilly dear please come, I told you not not to go too far, Lilly dear” she calls again as the pretty little girl ran into her waiting arms. She was her mother's image, the same brunette hair, blue eyes, full lips and well-structured cheekbones. Both mother and child were beautiful as they hugged. Helen’s heart began to beat fast as she watched her husband's mistress with this beautiful child. They were in a busy mall but it was beginning to feel like a lonely hallway. “Oh my god, it can't be, it just can't be” Helen began to pray in her heart. “Come on baby let's go, the mall is no longer safe,” Victoria said, sizing up Helen from her face to her heavy baby bump. “And why is that?” the little angel asked in her most angelic voice. “Because there is a thief in here, who specializes in taking people's man” she informed. “Is this the woman who stole my daddy?” the little girl asked. Helen was hurt and ashamed and wished those passing by would not hear the little girl's question. “My God! What has Ramsey made me do?” Helen muttered as the child's questions confirmed her fears. She stole her father away from here. “Yes,” Victoria answered with a smile. “I hate you” the child announced and ran off. “Lilly! Lilly baby, don't run away from mummy” Victoria called and pursued after the child. Helen wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. It is true. She was married to a monster. A devil who didn't care about anyone including his own child. She was shaking when a hand tapped her on the shoulder. “Mrs. Phil” Brayan, my personal bodyguard, called. I turned to look at him. “We have to go," he said. I nodded and allowed him to take my hand and led me out. Ramsey never loved her , and she didn't think he loved the child she carried in her womb. If he could abandon his child, his own flesh and blood. Then she was nothing to him. It is all about the contract, to have a child from their contract marriage as she came for a family that befits his status. She was such a fool to have started developing feelings for a monster like him. She wept uncontrollably in the back seat as Bryan drove her back to the monster's mansion. Helen Phil. Formerly Helen Tory was forced into a contract marriage to Ramsay Phil, the dreadful Mafia lord because her father couldn't pay back the money he borrowed to save his dying business. The contract comes to an end when she gets pregnant and gives birth to a child. Helen is trapped in Ramsey's mansion. Will she be rescued by a charming prince or will Ramsey become the prince she desires in the face of daring challenges?/1/121402/coverorgin.jpg?v=d81d2c1feb59b38a9a102d65c2f9774f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Vows: My Sleeping Mafia Husband
I wasn't marrying into the Falcone mafia because I was loved. I was being handed over like payment. My parents owed the Falcones a fortune, and I was the daughter they chose to sacrifice. On my wedding day, I was supposed to become the wife of Enzo Falcone, the golden heir of New York's most dangerous mafia family. Then an anonymous message lit up my phone. Want to see your groom? Go to the bridal suite. I went. I found Enzo on my wedding bed with my half-sister. Her dress was pushed up. My lace garter, the one meant for me, was wrapped around her ankle like a trophy. And when the scandal exploded, no one blamed him. His mother called me a lunatic. My half-sister cried pretty, poisonous tears. Then she revealed the final insult. She was pregnant with Enzo's child. They locked down the estate to silence me. They wanted me humiliated, obedient, and disposable. A ruined bride. A convenient scapegoat. A debt paid in flesh and shame. So I gave them a show they would never forget. I walked onto the balcony, set my diamond-studded veil on fire, and dropped the burning silk in front of every elite guest who had come to watch me be sold. Then I went to the true matriarch of the Falcone family and made my own demand. I would not marry a traitor. I would marry Damien Falcone instead. The dead grandson. The fallen Underboss. The legendary God of War. A dead man could not betray me. A dead man could not touch me. A dead man could give me the power to destroy everyone who had tried to bury me. At least, that was what I thought. Until I learned Damien Falcone was not as dead as everyone believed./0/93824/coverorgin.jpg?v=e428b2a25fc0608fb691fda76fbca65a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Touch me please: A Dark Mafia Romance
After his wife's death, Enzo Romano swore his heart was buried with her. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But when duty forces him into a contract marriage with innocent Arianna, the girl who secretly adores him, she finds herself falling for a man who will never love her back. Because Enzo's body may betray him... but his heart still belongs to the dead. Damn, you're delicious," he murmured into her mouth. "You taste like a goddess." She heard the sound of his belt buckle, and her frantic heart stopped because she knew what was coming. "Damn, I need to be inside you," he declared with a hint of desperation that she loved. She reacted and helped him free himself from his pants because she needed it, too, and she needed it now. But when his member was finally free, and she felt him position himself, his gaze wandered for a moment to a spot behind them. It was only for a second, but that second was enough to see how the entire expression on his face transformed. The desire froze, and instead of the fiery, passionate man from a moment ago, he was that block of ice he usually was again. He took two steps back and looked down. She sat up, confused. "What's wrong?" she asked, baffled. He tensed his jaw and shook his head while zipping up his pants again. A whirlwind of emotions crowded her chest and got stuck in her throat. "Enzo," she called out, but he didn't respond. He bent down to pick up his shirt and walked toward his room without looking at her. "Enzo!" she yelled, but he ignored her and entered his room, slamming the door. She was left on the island, naked, not understanding anything. All the fire went out, giving way to a sadness that settled in her heart. He rejected her. Enzo rejected her./0/81495/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec526a5078301b3ae59eca5f48ab8671&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Russian Mafia Queen
The Russian Mafia Queen She was never supposed to matter. Not to him. Not to a killer. Chloe is the only witness to a brutal mafia crime in Italy-one that Nicholas Volkov has been hunting relentlessly. Cold, calculating, and lethal, Nicholas doesn't know the woman he's drawn to is the very girl he's vowed to kill. When she's taken by Adrian Grey-Nicholas's sworn enemy-their world ignites in blood, betrayal, and war. As truths unravel, loyalties shift. Nicholas must confront the one thing he never saw coming: a fierce, aching love for the woman who cost him his brother. But Chloe knows the truth now. He didn't come to save her. He came to end her. In a world ruled by revenge, will love be her execution... or her reign?/1/119780/coverorgin.jpg?v=59dfacad564e2f91feed6429627eab2e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Wife? I Am The Underworld Boss
I am the head of the Bianco syndicate. I trusted my quiet, civilian husband, Simon, to guard my ancestral estate while I expanded our legitimate empire out of state. I rushed home after receiving an alert that my five-million-dollar property was sold, only to find Simon cradling a newborn baby with his mistress in my desecrated courtyard. The mistress, Rachel, smugly declared she now owned my house and my husband, using a forged divorce agreement and IDs Simon had secretly stolen from my private safe. "Simon divorcing you was an escape from misery, because no real man wants a cold machine in his bed." They played the victims for the live-streaming neighbors, and Rachel tossed my late father's sacred mafia relics into the mud, stomping on his photograph and laughing about melting his legacy for scrap metal. I stared at the pathetic coward I had married, sickened and bewildered that the man who once vowed to protect my home could steal my inheritance and casually destroy my bloodline's honor for a cheap affair. As the local police tried to arrest me for defending my father's memory, my syndicate's armored convoy suddenly barricaded the street, and I prepared to leave the traitors nothing but ashes./1/111020/coverorgin.jpg?v=3af6186ecf116defcb807f09545c6b00&imageMogr2/format/webp)
