Mafia Books for Women
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Divorcing My Queen Cost Me An Empire
For sixteen years, I was the naive, pliant wife to Dante Moretti, a ruthless Mafia Capo. I funded his empire with my hidden family wealth. I endured his affairs. His family treated me like a fool in silk. But at his mother's sixtieth birthday gala, Dante threw an annulment decree at my feet—standing beside his new mistress, a rival mafia princess. His mother wore my late mother's stolen diamonds around her neck. He declared I was too weak to be a Capo's wife, and if I tried to take my daughter, his guards would carry me out in a body bag. The entire Syndicate watched. Every Capo. Every soldier. They were waiting for the soft, useless wife to fall to her knees and beg. They thought I only knew how to pick out silk curtains. They didn't know my family's blood money was the only thing keeping their empire from bleeding out. I didn't cry. I smiled. Picked up the annulment papers. Turned my back to the crowd. And signaled the soldiers I had embedded in his guard for years. "Begin the audit. Strip them bare."/0/74343/coverorgin.jpg?v=e61d3cd38911412f0475e9e248eeef09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Dark Desire
Alessandro Salvatore is the king of New York's underworld-ruthless, untouchable, and bound by the laws of the mafia. But when investigative journalist Isabella Rossi storms into his life, she threatens more than just his secrets. She challenges his control. She ignites a passion he never expected. Isabella knows Alessandro is dangerous, but she can't resist the pull of the enigma that surrounds him. What starts as a pursuit for the truth quickly turns into an intoxicating affair. But some secrets are meant to stay buried, and when Isabella uncovers a betrayal deep within Alessandro's empire, she finds herself caught in a war she never saw coming. As enemies close in and the line between love and destruction blurs, Alessandro must make the ultimate sacrifice to protect the woman he can't live without. But in a world where loyalty is bought in blood, will their love be enough to survive?/0/83573/coverorgin.jpg?v=beb4a6fccdcca225cafde5e57753fff6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract with the devil
"The agreement was to become the fake mother of your twins, live with them and act like their sweet, perfect bossom only. Follow the contract and fucking let go of me" she glared, her hazel eyes wavering as she lay trapped under the devil, on his king-sized bed. "Say that again" his dulcet voice ran deep into her veins, his hand trapping her wrist above the headboard. "Let. Go. Of. Me!" She spat, but her breaths hitched when the man slipped his fingers in between her slick, wet thighs. "Aren't you such a bad little liar, Emily?" --- Emily Laurent wasted five years of her life loving a man who saw her as nothing but his financial fountain. On the day of her wedding with him, she found out a secret which shattered her. Stung by the fatal venom of betrayal, Emily resorted to stabbing Sage on the altar. Jail was inevitable, but in the wild turnaround, she got an offer from the most devilish living mafia, Lorenzo Vasquez, boss of the Asylum. Desperate Emily grabbed the offer with her two hands, but can she get used to living with the devil and his spawns?/0/64957/coverorgin.jpg?v=962f08454a9890b53f3be561400356fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's forbidden Desires
Sophia Russo never imagined she'd be standing on the auction block, her future sold to the highest bidder to save her mother's life. But when desperation drove her to a world of danger and dark desires, she came face to face with Dante DeLuca Milan's ruthless Mafia King. Cold, possessive, and unstoppable, Dante didn't just buy her freedom; he claimed her soul. Trapped in his luxurious mansion, Sophia vows to escape and protect her heart from the man who controls her every move. Yet, with every heated glance and forbidden touch, she finds herself drawn deeper into his world of power and seduction. Two years later, just when she's ready to break free, Sophia becomes a pawn in a deadly mafia war. Dante will risk everything to save her, but as the past unravels, shocking secrets surface forcing Sophia to question whether she can ever truly escape him... or if she even wants to. In this high-stakes game of love and danger, is it better to run from the devil or fall for him completely?/1/104692/coverorgin.jpg?v=083570d5f9a1f7e7f02292cb201d4a74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Bride, Another Man's Queen
My fiancé, the ruthless Mafia Underboss, tore my dead mother's necklace from my throat and fastened it around another woman's neck. "Diana needs it," Arthur said, his eyes cold. "My blood remembers loving her. It calms her anxiety." He was referring to the bone marrow transplant that saved his life. Diana was connected to the donor, and Arthur believed his new blood made him belong to her. I became a ghost in my own home, forced to watch him crown a usurper. When Diana faked a fall at a gala, accusing me of pushing her, Arthur didn't hesitate. He decided to "discipline" me publicly to teach me respect. He raised the whip. "Arthur, please, I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach. "Don't lie to me," he spat, and the lash came down. I lost our baby on that cold marble floor in a pool of blood. He didn't believe me. He stepped over my body to take Diana to dinner. He didn't stop there. He let my grandmother die in the ER to tend to Diana's bruised nose. He even dug up my grandmother's grave because Diana wanted the view for a garden. I finally fled, vanishing into the night. It wasn't until months later, when he found the autopsy report of our unborn child and the toxicology results proving Diana had been drugging him, that the fog lifted. He tracked me down to a small town, where I was finally healing with a good man. The feared Underboss fell to his knees in the pouring rain, holding the whip he had used on me, shaking violently. "Beat me, Ella," he begged, tears mixing with the mud. "Hurt me. Make us even." I looked at the monster I used to love and dropped his ring into the dirt. "You can't bring back the dead, Arthur," I whispered. "And you are dead to me."/0/71371/coverorgin.jpg?v=45534e54ad36109b6f207435dbe4052f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
At the Heart of the Mafia
Under the gaze of a fallen mafia, Elvie, a young woman with a troubled past and victim of a brutal ex, seeks to rebuild her life. Working as an assistant in the villa of the Corleone, an influential crime family, she tries to avoid conflict with the three Corleone brothers, all as dangerous as each other. But everything changes when Adriano, the eldest brother and heir, breaks his arranged engagement to embrace the war between enemy families and must quickly remarry. Cold and calculating, he sees Elvie as a simple piece in his game. For her, he is just another nightmare to flee. But as they interact, appearances crumble and unexpected bonds are forged. As her ex resurfaces, Elvie will have to choose between her new life, her secrets and the growing violence that threatens everything she has rebuilt./0/53068/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a7faed32e81336b92aed1a56254cb36&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Heir's Contract Wife
He is the son of a mafia boss. She is someone he never expected to meet and fall for, but she complicates his life when her existence becomes a threat to his family's empire. . . . 24-year-old receptionist and college dropout Seraphine "Sephie" Azur meets Dominico Tomassini on her boss' superyacht. Dominico is her secret crush, the heir of an Italian banker and real estate mogul. During a party thrown by the Tomassinis, a violent incident thrusts Seraphine into his family's web of secrets. When Dominico is forced to take Seraphine to Florence to keep an eye on her, he ensures her safety and lends her money while they live together as part of a clandestine agreement. After long, painful months of pining for his love, Seraphine abandons her end of the deal, desperate to find freedom and true love. Will she escape the Tomassini heir's tenacious grip and get her own life back? Or will her stubborn feelings for Dominico keep her trapped in his messy, dangerous life? [Crime / Romance]/1/112827/coverorgin.jpg?v=31cea728f95ad0a61f771c4616b02fe8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Captain's Runaway Genius In Disguise
I was just a cleaner making fifteen dollars an hour, scrubbing floors to hide from a past that haunted me. But when I walked into a billionaire's pristine penthouse, the suffocating visions hit me again. I saw a woman brutally murdered in a room that had been bleached spotless. I called 911, and that brought the one man I had spent three years running from right to my door: NYPD Captain Kelvin O'Brien. The patrol cops wanted to lock me up because I found the hidden blood too fast. To avoid a psych ward, I had to pretend my horrific supernatural visions were just brilliant deductive logic. I had to physically endure the phantom sensation of the victim's throat being crushed and poison burning her stomach. All while Kelvin cornered me, demanding to know why I abandoned him and my title as the department's greatest asset, "The Oracle." I didn't want to look at dead bodies anymore. I didn't want to feel their agonizing deaths. Why couldn't they just let me disappear? But when the victim's wealthy husband walked into the precinct with a smug smile, ready to get away with murder, I couldn't stand it. I forced myself to relive the victim's dying moments, guiding Kelvin to cut open her decomposed stomach to find the diamond ring she had swallowed. "We have your blood inside her stomach." His perfect alibi was shattered. But when we found an underground syndicate token hidden in his wallet, I knew my quiet life was over./0/62298/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d57573f487cd793db188d36aaa0c02a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seducing Mr Thompson
"Astrid's world is shattered when she discovers her fiancé's betrayal and her sister's deceit. Consumed by anger, hurt, and a thirst for revenge, she makes a choice that will forever alter her destiny. As she becomes entwined in a passionate and tumultuous relationship with the mysterious Mr. Thompson, Astrid must confront the darkness within herself and the true depths of her own desire. Will she find solace in the arms of her new lover, or will the secrets and lies tear them apart? A heart-wrenching tale of love, lust, and redemption."/0/53694/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling For My Boss's Son
"My dad is a mafia boss. I'm his second in command. He runs this company stuff as his side hustle so he won't be questioned by everyone as to where he gets his wealth. It's actually a family business, so it's already known that if my father dies or retires, as the first born son, I will take over." He told her looking for a negative expression on her face. "Wow, I never knew this but I suspected this." She said./1/120962/coverorgin.jpg?v=7d266e0efa211adbea23ffb2e3b74eda&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret, Underboss
For two years, my world was circumscribed by the biometric lock on our penthouse and silent prayers for my husband, Vincenzo, the most feared Underboss of the Cosa Nostra. But when he finally returned from a brutal three-week smuggling route, he tossed me a cheap five-dollar tourist scarf, while his ex-lover Camilla flaunted the flawless pearl necklace he had just bought her. He abandoned me with a bleeding hand to rush to her side, ignored my severe medical emergencies to comfort her over trivialities, and publicly humiliated me at a Syndicate banquet by seating her in my rightful place at the head of the table. Camilla cornered me in the powder room, her fragile victim facade dropping instantly as she smirked at my reflection. "The thing a powerful man fears most isn't a wife who screams. It's a useless one who refuses to bow out gracefully." I endured his blatant disrespect and broken Omertà, wondering why my unwavering loyalty meant nothing compared to the manipulative tears of a woman who was actively leaking his classified safehouse coordinates. I didn't understand why he treated his sacred vows like garbage, eagerly feeding her Syndicate intel just to play the big, strong hero while leaving me to face cartel death threats entirely alone. But I was done being the neglected mafia wife waiting in the shadows. I calmly activated the covert audio recording device hidden inside my designer clutch. It was time to present this irrefutable evidence to the Don's Tribunal, strip my husband of his title, and build my own empire./1/102346/coverorgin.jpg?v=b09ec2b4626421b0ff915ae3f47126a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By The Don: Her Ultimate Escape
On our anniversary, I was basting the roast when my husband’s encrypted laptop lit up on the kitchen counter. Alex Bradley, the ruthless Underboss of New York, never made mistakes. But tonight, he left a chat room open. The notification shattered my world: "Is the idiot eating the dog food yet?" It was from his mistress, Charlotte. They were betting on whether I would eat the red velvet cake she had spiked with her Rottweiler’s excrement. I realized then that my marriage was a long-con. I was just a "placeholder" wife to secure his promotion to Don. To survive, I had to play the part. Alex sat on the bed, feeding me the tainted cake with a loving smile. "Eat up, Jillian," he purred. "It’s to die for." I swallowed every bite of the filth, forcing myself not to vomit until he left the room. The humiliation didn't stop there. I found out our marriage license was void. He publicly bought me a twenty-million-dollar necklace at a gala, then abandoned me to face the debt, forcing me to hand over my grandmother’s earrings as collateral. He even watched calmly as his family beat me for a prank Charlotte orchestrated. But the final blow came when I overheard him planning our "romantic" getaway. "The blizzard hits Friday," he told Charlotte. "It’ll look like a tragic accident. Hypothermia." He thought he was taking a lamb to the slaughter. He didn’t know I had been counting down the days. When we arrived at the cabin and he went to prepare my "accident," I didn't cry. I tossed one of my boots over the cliff edge to stage my death. Then I climbed into the black extraction van waiting in the snow. Alex Bradley thought he had killed his wife. He had no idea he had just set her free./1/104849/coverorgin.jpg?v=662eebac94ffc91eaf35f6221ba7c8b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Beg: My Cold Ex-Husband
On our ninth anniversary, my husband Dominick didn't toast to us. Instead, he rested his hand on his mistress's pregnant belly in front of the entire crime family. I was just a debt payment to him, a ghost in a forty-thousand-dollar gown. But the humiliation didn't end in the ballroom. When his mistress, Chastity, started hemorrhaging later that night, he didn't call an ambulance. He dragged me to the family clinic. He knew I had a serious heart condition. He knew a transfusion of that magnitude could trigger a fatal cardiac event. "She is carrying my son," he said, his eyes devoid of any humanity. "You will give her whatever she needs." I begged him. I bargained for my freedom. He lied and agreed, just to get the needle in my arm. As my dark red blood flowed through the tube to save the woman destroying my life, my chest tightened. The monitors began to scream. My heart was failing. "Mr. Reyes! She's crashing!" the doctor shouted. Dominick didn't even turn around. He walked out of the room to hold Chastity's hand, leaving me to die on the table. I survived, but Annis Myers died in that clinic. He thought I would return to the penthouse and continue being his obedient, silent wife. He thought he owned the blood in my veins. He was wrong. I went back to the penthouse one last time. I struck a match. I let the room burn. By the time Dominick realized I wasn't in the ashes, I was already on a plane to London. I had left my wedding ring in an envelope, along with the medical records that proved his cruelty. He wanted a war? I would give him one./0/64176/coverorgin.jpg?v=db30834199db3485df97b818fe215b5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TIED TO AN OUTLAW
Alessandra Benedetti, a young woman renowned for her beauty and preserved innocence, is the daughter of the esteemed consigliere of the Vincenzo Crime Family. Familiarly called Sessie by those who admire her kindness and obedience, she is slated to marry the second son of the Don. She vehemently opposes the union because Tiziano embodies everything she despises in a man, leading her to have a fling. Her brief romance with a classmate is discovered by her father, who takes extreme measures to ensure her purity for her intended husband. Stricken with guilt over her lover's death, Alessandra tries to escape, but her first taste of independence on the streets of Chicago proves deadly, especially given her last name. Alessandra defies her family's teachings by intervening in an assassination plot, saving a man she knows she should have stayed away from-especially since he's a Santoro, a family her own should avoid at all costs. As things spiral out of control, he discovers that the woman he's completely drawn to is the enemy. He should stay away, but he's not willing to let his first shot at something real slip through his fingers. Renzo Santoro finds himself willing to allow his desire for her to grow, even though she's everything he should despise. Alessandra knows better than to defy her family in that regard again, but she's beginning to learn that defiance is the only way to feed her hunger for callous hands, noxious tattoos, leather jackets, and utterly dark eyes. Their worlds are so far apart and should remain that way-if only Renzo would stop appearing at every turn. And Renzo, now obsessed with the startling effect he has on her, is beginning to discover another obsession: everything and anything "Sessie" represents./0/66679/coverorgin.jpg?v=f318335d47832bb02e6b8338555e7ee5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MAFIA LORD'S SINFUL DESIRES
" You were born to be mine , you are mine and you are going to be ...... only mine " He spoke in his Hoarse , deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Her petite body trembled as he gaze at her with his Hawk eyes. His hand slowly caressed her cheek , lovingly as he took a careful view of her face. " Stay away ! " She screamed as she tried to push him away but he was not gonna let her push him away. He looked dead mad hearing her words. His blood shot red eyes dug holes into her brown orbs and her back sank into the wall behind her as he slammed his both fists onto the wall. " you belong to me " He made it clear to her but she was not gonna let him play with her like that. " I-I'm- getting engaged- " She looked up to him in the eyes and she witnessed his darkened eyes. He licked up his dried up lips and all of a sudden , stood up straight , letting her breath in relief but that did not last long when he grabbed her frail arm in his tight grip and dragged her all the way towards his bed , pushing her onto the bed as her body bounced twice. " do you really think you can get enagged to him ? Let me show you tonight and after that you will know ......... Whose sinful obsession you are "/1/102347/coverorgin.jpg?v=043a2e5913dc98f45ff521202a144e31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Mafia Doll To Montana Queen
I was the invisible daughter of the Hayes crime family, secretly painting portraits of Marcus, the Underboss. He was the man who had once protected me from the world, the man I loved from the shadows. But he chose power over affection. To secure an alliance, he engaged Isabella. Threatened by my existence, Isabella staged a fake miscarriage and framed me for destroying her heirloom wedding dress. Marcus didn't ask for my side of the story. Blinded by rage over his "lost heir," he ordered his guards to drag me to the Ice Cellar—a freezing underground torture chamber used for traitors. For days, I shivered in the absolute darkness, listening to the water drip, realizing the man I worshiped was actually my jailer. My father, protecting his own millions, let it happen. In that cold, the girl who loved Marcus died. When he finally released me, he expected me to be broken, obedient, and grateful for his mercy. Instead, I burned every painting I had ever made of him. I packed a single bag and vanished into the night, escaping to a rugged ranch in Montana where no one knew my name. Three years later, the truth about Isabella’s lies finally surfaced. Marcus tracked me down. The King of New York fell to his knees in the dirt and cow manure of my new home, weeping, begging, and offering me the entire world to come back. I looked down at the man who once owned my heart. "You can't un-shatter a glass, Marcus," I said coldly. "I'm not coming home."/1/104850/coverorgin.jpg?v=44b9d2d9baca63a0bffc944c39b6a974&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Don's Regret: Too Late To Love
My husband, the city's most ruthless Don, left me standing at the altar to comfort a woman with a sprained ankle. I thought our marriage was a protection pact, but when a kidnapper held a knife to his childhood sweetheart’s throat on a rooftop, Cedric made his choice. He physically shoved me—his pregnant wife—toward the blade to save her. I survived the fall, but our unborn baby didn't. Yet, there was no apology. Blinded by her lies, Cedric accused me of staging the attack out of jealousy. He had me thrown into the family dungeon, where I was beaten while still bleeding from the miscarriage. He didn't know two things. First, that his "perfect" sweetheart had voluntarily sterilized herself years ago and could never give him the heir he craved. Second, that I had terminal cardiomyopathy. My heart had an expiration date, and I had only days left to live. On my 27th birthday, I asked him for one final kindness: a midnight ride on the Ferris wheel where we had our first date. He promised to be there, but he was late again, attending to her needs. So I went up alone. When the carriage came back down, it was empty. All I left behind were my shoes and a medical file that would destroy him./0/95151/coverorgin.jpg?v=8688885181118610cad9c43b29485ef2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rise of the mafia queen
VannaRae is a smart young lady working as a librarian in the city of Nettuno. She gets kidnapped by some men who work for a mafia boss called Andrei Ciobani and is threatened and forced into marriage with Andrei to repay her family's betrayal towards him. After their marriage, Andrei treats VannaRae like she's not worthy of his time leaving her feeling depressed and desperate for escape till the day his mother comes for a surprise visit after the wedding but finds a huge tension between them, unaware of the circumstances leading to their marriage. Andrei's mother then devises a plan to bring them closer together in the meantime Andrei discovers that someone is planning a sneak attack against him and his family in the shadows. Read to find out how Andrei's mother helps them get closer and who is behind the attack on Andrei and his family./1/112672/coverorgin.jpg?v=3efab6ac9944f03f522b1adcdc07fac8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife's Ultimate Mafia Vendetta
I was sold to the terrifying Mafia Don, Vincenzo Moretti, as a "Collateral Bride" to pay off my family's debts. I thought my total submission would at least guarantee the medical payments for my bedridden mother. But one night, I unlocked his encrypted tablet and discovered his secret life. While he claimed to be settling bloody mafia scores in Sicily, he was actually at Disneyland with his mistress, Giuliana, and their little blonde daughter. When I demanded a divorce, he didn't apologize. "Sign the behavioral agreement, or I will personally pull the plug on your mother's ventilator." The next day, he moved his secret family into our master suite. My belongings were violently thrown into the dirt, and I was banished to the sweltering servant's quarters. He ordered the staff to feed me nothing but watery broth and stale bread to cure my "female hysteria." I soon found out that even my own stepbrother had been conspiring with Giuliana for years, eagerly helping to build the cage I was locked in. I was stripped of my dignity, starved, and reduced to a pathetic joke in my own home. Why did I have to be tortured and erased while he played the perfect, loving family man on television? The grief and humiliation finally evaporated, freezing into a cold, sharp clarity. I stopped crying and forged an irrevocable transfer of Giuliana's luxury penthouse, slipping it right into Vincenzo's daily stack of paperwork. Watching the infallible Dark Don blindly sign away his mistress's greatest asset, I knew exactly what I had to do. It was time to burn his entire empire to the ground./1/119399/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c0166e797e75e4b185be6123fdb7008&imageMogr2/format/webp)
