Mafia Books for Women
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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./0/62354/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2daa07f4265f10ef343e7c4ef30ece2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Queen of Shadows
Betrayed by the family that was supposed to protect her. Forced into a marriage meant to break her. Alessandra Russo is not a woman to be silenced. After the mysterious death of her father, the powerful mafia boss of New York, Alessa is cast aside by the men in her family-her rightful place as heir taken away from her. They believe her only worth is in forming an alliance through marriage to Luca DeLuca, the ruthless leader of a rival mafia clan.But Alessa has no intention of being a pawn in their deadly game. In the shadows of her forced marriage, she learns to play the game of power and deceit, outwitting those who dare to underestimate her. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Alessa finds herself caught in a web of lies.With betrayal at every turn and the weight of an empire on her shoulders, Alessa must decide whether to rise as the queen of both families or burn them all to the ground. Power comes at a price, and in the mafia, nothing is as dangerous as a woman with nothing left to lose./1/104857/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a9d6f22dfac887cbec9314f7fd7ad5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Cruel Ex-Husband Demands A Remarriage
I spun the dial on the hidden wall safe, expecting to find the Glock 19 Aiden insisted I keep. Instead, I found a ledger proving my husband, the Mafia's most feared Enforcer, was funding a secret family with my dead father's money. For seven years, I had been his obedient doll. I cleaned the blood off his knuckles and justified his violence. But the ledger showed he had siphoned my entire inheritance into a trust for a child he had with his brother's wife. When I tried to leave, his mistress framed me as a spy. Aiden didn't ask for proof. He didn't hesitate. He dragged me to a damp warehouse, hooded me, and beat me until my ribs cracked. He left me to rot in the dark, ignoring the diamond bracelet on my wrist—the very one he had gifted me the day before as a symbol of his "ownership." He thought he had broken me. He thought I would die in that basement, a silent collateral of his rage. But he made a fatal mistake. He left me alive. I escaped through a ventilation grate and ran straight to the one man Aiden feared most: his sworn enemy, Jensen Levy. "Make me a weapon," I told him. Two years later, I walked back into Aiden's office. Not as his battered wife, but as the CEO of the corporation that had just bought his empire's debt. He looked at me with horror, realizing the ghost he created had come back to burn him down. "Hello, Aiden," I said, pressing a high-voltage tactical pen against his chest. "You're trespassing."/1/111346/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb3a2ebab63655c703814e03a9dd57ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Died Once: Now The Mafia Kneels
I was the Mafia Princess of the Wolfe family, engaged to Daniel Marino to unite our powerful syndicates. But during a hit at a speakeasy, we were both gunned down. As my chest was torn apart by a Tommy gun, I looked at my fiancé, expecting him to reach for me. Instead, there was no despair in his eyes, only a twisted, selfish terror. We both died on that floor, but the devil sent us back to the day of my hospital discharge. Instead of finalizing our wedding, Daniel stormed into my father’s study. "I won't marry Isabella. I want Celine." He demanded to break our engagement, claiming he wouldn't be collateral damage in a Wolfe family war, and declared his true love for my sweet, orphaned adopted sister. He thought shedding me would save his life, completely unaware that the assassination was orchestrated by his precious Celine. In my past life, I didn't know she was a rat who sold our patrol routes to rivals and plotted my murder just to take my place. If I hadn't died once, I would have believed her manufactured tears and comforted her. But this time, I remembered everything. I buried the vengeful woman I had become and let my face pale as I pushed open the heavy oak doors. "Daniel? You... you want Celine?" I whispered, forcing a heartbroken tear to fall. This time, I would play the fragile victim, just so I could orchestrate their absolute ruin./0/52621/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Collided worlds
"What was the point of leaving a life where you had to spill blood for a living only to be stuck in a similar one?" After running away from her duties as the heir of the Demon, king of assassins, Katherine found herself in the modern world. A world her parents kept her away from. She immediately took a liking to the world before her and its people until she was kidnapped and encountered the a mafia leader whom she can't control her feelings around. Soon, they realize they face common enemies and must work together to win the upcoming war./0/98045/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f0ed45ae7f9e2442636b13d47be5aed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Obsidian Heart
Ten years ago, Rocco Valeriano made a choice. He chose the crown of a crime boss over the innocent light of his first love, Eliza Hawthorne. He forced her to run, believing it was the only way to save her from the darkness that consumed him. Now, she's back, an acclaimed artist unwittingly stepping into the crosshairs of a city still echoing with the Valeriano name. Rocco, the ruthless and enigmatic head of the Valeriano family, rules his empire with an iron fist and a heart forged in shadows. But Eliza's return shatters his carefully constructed world, exposing the raw vulnerability he thought long buried. He'll stop at nothing to protect her, even if it means dragging her back into his orbit, controlling her life with velvet chains, and becoming the monster she always feared Eliza, fierce and independent, resists his possessive power at every turn. She wants her freedom, her art, and a life untouched by his dangerous world. Yet, as threats from rival families close in, she finds herself trapped in a gilded cage of his making, forced to confront the impossible truth: the only man who can keep her safe is the one who broke her heart, and the only way to survive might be to surrender to the darkness within his 'Obsidian Heart.' Can two souls, irrevocably changed by fate and choice, find redemption amidst a storm of violence, loyalty, and a love that refuses to die? Or will their dangerous game consume them both, leaving only ashes where a burning passion once stood?/1/111348/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c4a41c1eed62b44ed065ca2695ec701&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Addicted To My Genius Assassin Wife
My entire family was slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who stole the underworld throne. I was the only survivor. Smuggled out of New York as a child, I was trained in the shadows to become a flawless weapon. Now, at sixteen, I returned to the city that was supposed to be my graveyard. But the New York I returned to was a suffocating cage. Kirkland didn't just wipe out the Valenzuela bloodline; he branded my few surviving loyalists as traitors. He paraded my men down the streets in heavy iron chains, letting the very people we once protected hurl rocks at them. He bought the doctors, ensuring my wounded soldiers would bleed out in the dark. Even worse, the mother of my only ally—Julian Morgan—secretly sold us out to a Chicago warlord just to keep her archaic grip on power. I stood in the shadows, watching an eleven-year-old boy get his head smashed with a jagged stone just for defending his father's honor. How could the city my grandfather built cheer for our extermination? Why did the old guard prefer to cower and die in the dark rather than fight the monster who stole our home? "Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena. What do you want?" Julian asked me. I tossed a blood-stained ledger of Kirkland's deepest secrets onto his desk. "I'm here to help you take back what's yours, and burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."/1/122055/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e8e46d6131f7385b80b38242591143d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Widow, The Underboss's Coveted Queen
I knew the charred corpse in the city morgue wasn't my husband, Lorenzo. I knew this because the man standing three feet behind me, playing the role of the grieving twin brother, was actually my husband. He had planted his ring on his murdered twin, swapping their identities so he could escape our marriage and run off with his pregnant mistress, Valentina. In my previous life, I had refused the pen and screamed for an investigation. Lorenzo twisted my hysteria, painting me as an unhinged liar trying to steal his territory. The Family stripped my widow's benefits and cast me and my two young children onto the unforgiving streets. My life seeped out of me in a freezing alleyway, listening to Lorenzo and Valentina laughing in the shadows as my children starved. I died not understanding how a man could sacrifice his own brother and children just to hoard his wealth. Blinking away the foul memory, a sharp breath filled my lungs. I was reborn, right back in the Syndicate safehouse. This time, I didn't shed a single tear or beg for the truth. I picked up the pen and legally declared Lorenzo dead. I was going to inherit his entire empire, and then I was going to burn him to the ground./1/119135/coverorgin.jpg?v=3cfa3eb3f30f5b5b506f943730d74292&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When His Apology Comes Five Years Late
My husband, mafia Don Leo Falcone, detonated the door to my safehouse with forged syndicate papers in hand. He came to force me to take the fall for his mistress, Serena, threatening to cut off my sister Chloe's medical funds if I refused. What he didn't know was that Chloe had already succumbed to her agony three years ago because Serena stole her money. And he didn't know that I had bled out in a dark alley five years before that. He had exiled me to protect Serena, and I was cornered and stabbed thirteen times by the relatives of the rivals his syndicate killed. Suspended near the ceiling as a ghost, I watched him aggressively demand my whereabouts, fully believing I was just throwing a tantrum. "If she does not show up in three days to sign these papers, I will cut off every single dime," he threatened. It wasn't until his Tracker handed him my cremation documents and the gruesome crime scene photos that he finally broke. For five years, he had pampered the true venomous snake while I rotted in the ground, paying for her fatal mistakes with my life. I watched the invincible Don reduced to a sobbing wreck, feeling no pity at all. After personally sending Serena to a federal supermax, Leo returned to our old apartment, swallowed a bottle of pills, and slumped against the wall to die. "This time, I am not looking for anyone else. Just you," he whispered. But as he took his final rattling breath, I simply turned away and left him in the dark forever./0/75010/coverorgin.jpg?v=f95566e182b7131a97149e0ad382d55f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mafia Princess To Claim
As far as arranged marriages went, theirs was the most arranged of all. She knew him as her hero-the only person who didn't see him in the shadow of the man people feared. So, when it came time to end the war that spanned months, Vera Petrova became his only choice. As far as wars go, this was the silliest of all, and she had told them that many colorful words. Because it was silly, till it wasn't. Her freedom for the war to end. But what was she supposed to do, when the devil had her father doing exactly what he wanted? As far as bonds went, theirs was the deepest of all. So, when they fight wars together, grow together, hurt together, and end up falling for each other. It's only right for them to be together right?/1/114593/coverorgin.jpg?v=1f0abadb92826dfe6f37b82c220df82d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected While Pregnant, I Reclaimed My Power
While I was pregnant, my husband held a party downstairs for another woman's son. Through a hidden mental link, I overheard my husband, Don Dante Rossi, tell his consigliere he was going to publicly reject me tomorrow. He planned to make his mistress, Serena, his new mate. An act forbidden by ancient law while I carried his heir. Later, Serena cornered me, her smile venomous. When Dante appeared, she shrieked, clawing her own arm and blaming me for the attack. Dante didn't even look at me. He snarled a command that froze my body and stole my voice, ordering me from his sight as he cradled her. He moved her and her son into our master suite. I was demoted to the guest room at the end of the hall. Passing her open door, I saw him rocking her baby, humming the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me. I heard him promise her, "Soon, my love. I'll sever the bond and give you the life you deserve." The love I felt for him, the power I'd hidden for four years to protect his fragile ego, all turned to ice. He thought I was a weak, powerless wife he could discard. He was about to find out that the woman he betrayed was Alessia De Luca, princess of the most powerful family on the continent. And I was finally going home./1/114594/coverorgin.jpg?v=b95e806fd01d6c01bf423d1a62498da2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose Her Lies, I Chose Revenge
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella. Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark. But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved. Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies. When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel. While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest. The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella. He ordered my father to punish me. I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth. That night, the love in my heart finally died. On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven. Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney. By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return./0/57491/coverorgin.jpg?v=b95dd91992730608c034859c345382ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE MAFIA DON'S UNRULY SISTER
Thinking she had finally broken free from her family's violence, Ariana has no choice but to attend the party her father had thrown for the man she has always hated. The ruthless mafia lord Matteo Donatelli, whom her family had taken under their wing when she was a teenager. Drunk and clouded by his new power, Don Matteo Donatelli unknowingly made love to his adopted sister. Moments later Ariana is Trying to hold back all the anger, emotions and tears when she sees the man who just stole her virginity, recklessly propose in front of the entire family to his outsider American girlfriend Becky Saunders. unexpectedly she slumps on her wedding day! But things take a surprising turn! Read on to find out!/1/120759/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6ea89bf67218a823db67bccd4e809aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Melted Snow
For fifteen years, I bled for my husband, a ruthless Mafia Don, helping him build his syndicate from the ground up. But on our anniversary, I found a cheap strawberry lip balm in his armored car. That was when I discovered he was having an affair with a civilian secretary, and she was pregnant with his heir. Instead of staying with me, he lied to my face and abandoned me at home to rush to her side. "He sees you as an unbreachable fortress, and her as someone who needs his protection." His right-hand man had been covering it up for months. I learned my husband had bought the mistress the flawless blood diamond he once promised me when we were starving in safe houses. He was even taking her to the Swiss Alps—our dream wedding destination. I had stitched his bullet wounds in unlit basements and frozen in the winter cold to deliver his bribes. I gave him my youth and my absolute loyalty, only to be tossed aside for a fragile girl who just wanted a crown. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg him to stay. I left my cheap copper wire wedding ring on his pillow, drafted a severance demand to take half of his laundered assets, and booked my own first-class ticket to Europe. This time, I was going to see the snow for myself./1/116217/coverorgin.jpg?v=e30bb934b613948273613507447508d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Revenge
I was happily pregnant through IVF, thinking I had finally built a perfect life with my billionaire husband, Dante. Then, an anonymous photo led me to a hidden drawer in his study, where I found a vasectomy confirmation dated a full year before we even started trying for a baby. My world shattered when I went to his office for answers and overheard him talking to his assistant. "This marriage, this child... it's all a sacrifice. I needed the perfect substitute to build up and destroy, just to prove my loyalty to Elara." The painful IVF injections, my precious pregnancy, our entire marriage—it was all a meticulously crafted performance for his childhood sweetheart. He even planned to publicly humiliate me at an upcoming gala as a welcome gift for her return. I wept for the years I had wasted and for my innocent unborn child, conceived merely as a pawn in their sick, twisted game. They thought they could discard me like trash because they believed I was just a helpless orphan with no one to turn to. But they didn't know I had spent the last three years hiding my true identity for the sake of this marriage. Wiping away my tears, I picked up my phone and called my father, the most feared underground king in the world./1/111351/coverorgin.jpg?v=fe53761623ef79ba6489c2e2e054daf2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Enforcer's Jilted Princess
Tomorrow was my wedding day to Jason Brennan, the heir to a powerful Mafia family. My family, the Falcones, had even taken in an orphaned girl, Elena, treating her like my own sister. But in my nightmare of a past life, I choked on my own blood, poisoned by the arsenic Elena slipped into my food every day. As I lay agonizingly close to death, Jason stood over me with a cold laugh, holding Elena in his arms. "We just needed the Falcone wealth, Bella. And the docks." Then came the gunfire. I was forced to watch them slaughter my father and my brother, tearing my family out by the roots. After my death, Elena even spread vicious rumors that I was a barren spinster, twisting their foul betrayal into a tragic tale of noble sacrifice to completely destroy my legacy. The metallic tang of my own blood was so real I could still taste the ash. I didn't understand why the girl my family sheltered for eight years would repay our charity with such venom. And I understood even less how the man who swore to love me could orchestrate my brutal murder without a shred of hesitation. Bolting upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat, I realized I had returned to the night before my wedding. This time, I wouldn't just cancel the engagement. I would hand their treason directly to the Mafia's most terrifying Enforcer, and watch them burn./1/104538/coverorgin.jpg?v=f15c1c7516aaab4c0549a5e63881a6d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying The Wounded King: My Ex's Regret
I stood in the center of the rose garden, convinced the Underboss of the East Coast was finally going to defy his father and put a ring on my finger. Instead, Desmond walked toward me holding another woman's hand. "Dallas," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "This is Chelsea. My fiancée." He told me it was just business, a merger to secure shipping routes. He expected me to stay in the shadows as his mistress, his "pet canary." When I refused to be his dirty little secret, his family sold me like cattle to Kennedy Simmons, the crippled Don of the West Coast, just to get rid of me. But the ultimate betrayal happened the night before I left. On the family yacht, Chelsea pushed me overboard. I screamed for help in the freezing dark water. I watched Desmond dive in. I reached out for him, but he swam right past me. He chose to save his wealthy fiancée, the "asset," and left me to drown. In that moment, the girl who loved him died. I realized his brother Antone, who I thought was my friend, was just a stalker using me to get close to Chelsea. I was nothing but collateral damage to the people I had worshipped. I didn't die that night. I boarded the plane to Seattle with a frozen heart. They thought they were selling me to a monster. They didn't realize they were handing me a King. The next time the Morgans saw me, I wasn't their victim. I was the woman coming to burn their empire to the ground./0/86369/coverorgin.jpg?v=0eb8dff56444de93b67fc167f65ace8d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Queen Of Mafia
She was born into blood. Raised by vengeance. Now, Jakarta will burn for her name. Rachel, a 21-year-old martial arts prodigy and the only daughter of Jakarta's most feared mafia boss, was trained to kill before she could legally drink. Nicknamed the "Goddess of Death", she doesn't forgive - and never forgets. When her father Rehan, leader of the Black Wolves, is assassinated by a rival gang called The Beast, Rachel is forced into hiding. But she doesn't run forever. She returns with blades in her hands and fire in her veins. Jakarta becomes a battleground. Enemies will kneel. Allies will fall. And Rachel will carve her revenge one body at a time. Will the Black Wolves rise again-under the reign of a Queen?/1/118814/coverorgin.jpg?v=9bc0c39179e11cbd2bd862cd6fc26b22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold As Spare Parts: Claimed By Him
I stood at the altar, about to marry Enzo, a notorious and bloodthirsty Mafia Capo. Suddenly, my own mother stormed the blood-red carpet, hurling illicit photographs at my face to frame me as a woman of scandalous ruin. She screamed to the armed guests that I was ruined, and pulled out my hidden, "pure" twin sister Sienna to take my place. Enzo immediately discarded me, possessively taking Sienna's hand and announcing her as his real bride. But he didn't let me go; he dragged me into a soundproof room, his eyes scanning my face like a surgeon evaluating a transplant. That was when I learned the horrifying truth: my mother and sister had sold me. Enzo didn't want a wife; he wanted a perfect donor for a procedure to restore his scarred childhood sweetheart, and I was just the backup spare. For years, I had scrubbed floors and surrendered my youth to pay off my mother's crushing medical debts. I couldn't believe my own family had faked the illness just to drain my blood, only to hand me over to a monster's operating table for a massive wire transfer. But before Enzo could take my face, the ruling Don raided the estate, exposing the hidden underground lab where Sienna had already lost her life. Looking at my bankrupt mother begging on her knees in the dirt days later, I didn't feel a shred of pity. "You signed the contract." I stepped around her sobbing form and got into the Don's car, completely dead to my toxic past./1/119463/coverorgin.jpg?v=73b175347fe995d653f860eacda3070b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
