Mafia Books for Women
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The Mafia King's Broken Captive Bride
I am the last surviving daughter of a murdered Mafia Don, kept as a captive trophy by Julian Moretti. To break my spirit, he systematically drugged my meals, turning me into a ghost in his gilded cage. But the true nightmare began when he brought his childhood sweetheart, Linette, to live under the same roof. When she pushed me into the estate's frozen lake and fell in with me, Julian didn't hesitate. He dove into the freezing black water, looked right into my desperate eyes, and turned his back to save her. He left me to drown. I survived the icy abyss, only to face a crueler fate. To cover up his betrayal and secure his power, Julian announced our immediate wedding, planning to parade me before the Mafia Commission as his conquered property. When I swallowed poison to escape the ultimate desecration of my family's name, he simply revived me. He pumped my veins full of paralyzing sedatives, dressed my limp body like a porcelain doll, and dragged me onto his private jet to New York. "They will see that even a proud, wounded lioness can only whimper at my feet." My father and brother had used their own bodies as shields so I could live. How could I let my family's honor be trampled by the very monster who orchestrated their massacre? As the plane descended into New York, the despair in my veins forged into cold steel. If Julian wanted a Marino bride, I would give him exactly what that meant. I would survive this forced marriage, and I would personally slit his throat at the altar./1/115570/coverorgin.jpg?v=b84bd05df0a2dbb469f1e85bf3917001&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge Wedding: I Choose The Reaper
On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes. She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia." Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours. He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity. But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture." I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her. And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm. Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite. He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet. He is wrong. I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door. And I changed the groom. As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears. The Reaper./1/104539/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc91f4dab6e98fc024f4a54adbaf49e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Into The Rival's Arms: The Decoy's Escape
I stood behind the velvet curtain, clutching a positive pregnancy test, waiting for the perfect moment to tell Dante our family was growing. Instead, I heard him laugh. "She is not the bride," Dante told his Consigliere, swirling his fifty-year-old scotch. "She is the bulletproof vest I wear until it is safe for Sofia to enter the city. When the bullets stop flying, we throw the vest in the trash." My world shattered. When Sofia arrived that night, she didn't just take my place; she boiled my beloved cat for dinner. Dante didn't defend me. He told me to clean up the mess or face punishment. To prove his devotion to her, he had his men drag me to "The Pit"—an underground fight club. I was thrown into a cage with a starving Doberman. I looked up at the VIP box, begging the man I loved to save me. Instead, Dante pressed the intercom button, his voice booming over the speakers. "One million dollars on the dog," he said. "She won't last three minutes." He covered Sofia's eyes to protect her innocence while the beast tore the flesh from my arm. That night, Elena Vance died in the dirt. One year later, the grieving Dante Moretti attended a gala for a mysterious new artist in New York. He dropped his champagne glass when he saw me on stage, alive, wearing a dress that revealed my ruined, scarred arm. "I didn't leave you, Dante," I said into the microphone, my voice cold as ice. "You killed me. And now, I'm here to collect my winnings."/1/114597/coverorgin.jpg?v=ab1768555f999d359018dcbe92579ca7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Was Never His Real Wife
My little brother's heart monitor was screaming its final warning. I called my husband, Dante Volkov, the ruthless underworld king whose life I'd saved years ago. He had promised to send his elite medical team. "I'm handling an emergency," he snapped, then hung up. An hour later, my brother was dead. I found out what Dante's "emergency" was from his mistress's social media. He had sent his team of world-class surgeons to deliver her cat's kittens. My brother died for a litter of cats. When Dante finally called, he didn't even apologize. I could hear her voice in the background, asking him to come back to bed. He even forgot my brother was dead, offering to buy him a new toy to replace the one his mistress deliberately crushed. This was the man who had promised to protect me, to make my high school tormentors pay. Now, he was holding that very tormentor, Seraphina, in his arms. Then came the final blow: a call from the clerk's office revealed our seven-year marriage was a sham. The certificate was a forgery. I was never his wife. I was just a possession he was tired of. After he left me to die in a car crash for Seraphina, I made one call. I texted a rival mob heir I hadn't spoken to in years: "I need to disappear. I'm calling it in."/1/109406/coverorgin.jpg?v=42ba4d29c72e87baa1accd0e6a801793&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn to Refuse The Lord
I came with a mission to kill the Lord of the empire, Mark. "Lara, I am pleased with you." Fireworks bloomed above us as I looked down at Mark kneeling on one knee. The dagger hidden in my sleeve almost slipped from my grasp. "Are you willing to marry me as my wife, from now on, for a lifetime?" "Yes." The system's alarm rang sharply in my mind, urging me to complete my mission, but I still chose to move forward without hesitation. Reality, however, was far crueler than I expected. "Lara, as Mark's wife, you must not leave the palace for three years and, when the time comes, gracefully step down." "Okay," I answered lightly, just as I had agreed to his proposal. That night, flames swallowed my courtyard, the fire blazing high enough to erase everything I had endured. I thought it was my end. But when I opened my eyes, I was back to the day he proposed. The same fireworks. The same man on one knee. Only this time, Mark's eyes were filled with tears as he held my hand and whispered, "Lara, don't go."/0/61712/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Mafia's Twin Wife
Arcano holds a deep grudge against Ezenia, his brother-in-law. The Mafia chief hates Ezenia ingrained because Arcano saw with his own two eyes Ezenia kill his late wife whom Arcano loved very much. Ezenia also does not deny it as if he is saying that he is indeed a murderer. However, in the midst of Arcano's blind rage at his sister-in-law, his more powerful grandfather married them both on the grounds that Arcano's son needed a mother's love./0/53601/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c76a8d88da1635f7a00e3f6c1003baf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DON'T TOY WITH ME: SEXIEST MAN OF THE YEAR
This book contains hot mature scenes and languages. Read at your own risk! "Ahhh...". She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden vibrating sensation from her underwear. "What..what..what was that?" "A little toy and a bigger one playing with each other". Antonio replied and pressed the button again. Angela arched her back at the sweet torment,her fingers digging into the sheets tightly. "Stop..stop..please,this is bad,my head is spinning..i ...can't..take...it". Her mouth moved convulsively. "The setting is still low, you are already so twitchy,your body is just so ready". He replied dry, watching her face closely. "Please....". "Those faces you make...you better stop or I will get hard enough to not hold back". He replied and increased the speed. "Haaa...ahhhh..wait...stop ...please". Angela cried, her eyes bulging,as she fought with herself..her thighs vibrating too. "Seeing you cry to it is actually more interesting,I should use it often on you..,this is pretty fun". He pressed the next button. "Stop please...it keeps grinding on my..clit. so hard.I..think something's coming out...my body...ahhh..I am gonna pee..stop". "If you do that...well you will explain to the doctor and nurses, how you wetted the sheets, you can do better,just hold it in". He smirked. She rubbed her thighs together and bit hard on her lower lip,trying to hold back. "Let's take it to the next level,shall we?" She opened her eyes widely,her tongue out salivating. "No..no..please..no..more...." Suddenly she felt herself shaking convulsively. I am at my limits..this is bad..I can't let this pee out...but it's extremely hard,she thought and burst into tears. "Freckles,I will advise you to save the tears we are just warming up". He breaks into her thoughts. "I.. can't..I can't...ahh nghh!" Her eyes rolled back... Anthonio watched her intently, a cigar clamped in his teeth,a hand in his pocket and the other with the remote. He could feel himself hardened. She had that insane effect on him. "Fuck! I am hard". He cursed under his breath. Suddenly the door opened. "Grandma?" Angela gasped, tears clouded her eyes as she tried to keep her face straight and voice steady. *****ADULT CONTENT HERE* read at your own risk! "No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?" Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively. "Yes". Her voice trembled. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Mr Antonio inorder to save her nieces. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the sexiest man of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela... One year Angela will have her simple life back. But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment? There are far many secrets about the Monteros that got her entrapped./1/120762/coverorgin.jpg?v=60a73b2b255f50cd8e5014e366a4395a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Coldhearted Don And His Powerful Queen
For five years, I bled for my fiancée, Elena. I drained my personal accounts to settle her family's ruinous debts and built a fortified estate to keep her safe from rival mafia families. But as I stood at the altar, she video-called me from a hotel in Iceland, demanding I cancel the ceremony. She was busy comforting Julian, a manipulative parasite who faked panic attacks to keep her attention. She had previously slapped our marriage papers from my hand, refusing to sign them because it would upset him. "You are choosing your mafia pride over a victim's sanity." Watching her bleed with sympathy for a fraud, the warmth I held for her for five years drained out of me like water from a cracked vessel. She smiled smugly through the screen, completely certain that my love was an infinite resource she could exploit forever, believing I would never have the guts to abandon her. So, I didn't cancel the ceremony. I turned to the woman standing beside me—Celeste, the ruthless heiress of the Sinclair syndicate. "I do." I married Celeste, merged our syndicates, and when Elena later embezzled three million dollars from my accounts to buy Julian an art gallery, I didn't protect her. I transferred her massive debt directly to the unforgiving Sinclair enforcers, permanently blacklisted her number, and left her to face the wolves alone./1/118491/coverorgin.jpg?v=43fc938dadf42e4b8dfb650fa9321150&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: The Don's Queen Is Not Me
For five years, I ruled the city's underworld as the Underboss, yet I hid in the shadows for Serena. I kept our relationship a secret because the blood on my hands was a source of shame to her. When a family mandate forced me to take a blood oath of marriage, I hoped she would finally accept my name. Instead, I discovered she had commissioned a solid gold signet ring—not for me, but for Leo, a twenty-two-year-old rookie associate. She had abandoned me on our fifth anniversary to flaunt her bond with him in Vegas. When I confronted her, she introduced me to her friends as nothing more than her brother's low-level lackey to maintain her clean image. She crushed the gold-leaf wedding invitation I offered her and threw it on the floor. "You let the old men pull your strings. You’ll never be a true Boss." Her mocking words echoed in my head. I had compromised my very nature, offering her the keys to the city three separate times, only to realize I had wasted my loyalty on a vain, cowardly girl who lacked the spine to stand beside a Don. The grief in my chest withered and turned to ash, replaced by the cold, ruthless clarity of my station. I burned every hidden memento of our affair, permanently blocked her number, and publicly announced my marriage to Elena Romano, the lethal daughter of the Consigliere./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?/1/104540/coverorgin.jpg?v=59ed8326f3b5304e96f45a9130849de5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Waking Up To The Mafia Don's Betrayal
I woke up from a five-year coma, only to find my death certificate filed away—signed by my own husband. Dante Vitiello, the Don of New York, looked at me like a miracle, but he was holding the hand of another woman. Sofia Bianchi was wearing my diamonds, living in my house, and standing beside the man I had built an empire for. But the true betrayal wasn't the mistress. It was my son. When I reached out to Leo, my baby, he recoiled in terror and buried his face in Sofia's dress. "Go away!" he screamed. "Mama Sofia said you're a monster! You're a ghost!" Sofia smiled at me, a sharp, victorious blade. She didn't just steal my husband; she rewrote my son's memories to make me the villain. To protect the family alliance, Dante forced me to stay silent. When Sofia later rammed my car on the racetrack to finish the job, Dante ran past my bleeding body to comfort her over a broken nail. When she faked a fatal illness, he dragged me from my recovery bed. He forced me to donate my rare blood to save her. "Do it for the family, Elena," he said, watching the life drain out of me to fill the veins of the woman who destroyed us. That night, I didn't just leave. I erased myself. I left my wedding ring on a cliff's edge and let the world believe Elena Vitiello had finally drowned. Six months later, Dante sat in the audience of a global tech summit in Zurich, desperate to find his dead wife. I walked onto the stage in a white suit, looking him dead in the eye. "My name is Kate Harding," I announced. And I prepared to burn his world to ash./0/89616/coverorgin.jpg?v=496daddf90a68a0294fed5c185dd81f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Runaway Bride
They said a girl's happiest day was her wedding day because she felt prettiest and most confident but why did I not feel the gitters? The sound of the trumpets and chatters from the guests could be heard from outside the door--they were all waiting for me to walk in and get married to the man I love...or loved. Was everything an illusion? **************** She ran from one monster, only to uncover a darker secret. Mara Ellison flees her abusive husband, Ross, into the arms of Luca Lionel-a sexy billionaire with a mafia legacy. As they race through London's underworld, dodging Ross's wrath and a jealous rival's betrayal, a shocking truth explodes: Mara's father, long thought dead, is the mafia kingpin pulling the strings. With enemies closing in and their forbidden love on the line, Mara must choose-embrace her father's bloody empire or fight for freedom with Luca. In a world of lies and bullets, will their passion survive, or will the king reclaim his heir?/0/70798/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HAZEL'S WEB
Hazel Wood is a skilled con artist who loves playing mind games with rich elite people, coming from a poor and abusive home, Hazel swore she would do anything to survive under a system that feeds nothing to people like her. Hazel has gone to a casino, a new place to start an operation. There she meets Matteo Castello, an Italian Mafia don and the king of his underground, on coming across him Hazel tries to pull off her charm by manipulating him into gambling with her, unknown to Matteo, Hazel had duped him. Matteo Castello gets whatever he wants; he's worshipped and highly respected by people who work for him. Dangerous, loves to torture people who play him, there's only one thing Matteo Castello doesn't take dearly and that is if anyone fools with him and his money. Hazel Woods has fallen victim to his cobweb and fate has alot in stall for her. Matteo Castello wants to make her pay for everything she stole from him but what happens with these two when things do not go as planned?/0/66905/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0b9644b9aa662aa68eb45aa4848e34a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped With Psychopath Mafia
Aluna Grizelle's life, which was initially peaceful and calm, turned gloomy. When she was kidnapped by a ruthless and heartless mafia. Aluna was not alone, several people had the same fate as her, locked up by a mafia named Arsenio Ganendra. Arsenio does not let a single person escape, they only have two choices, stay silent and follow Arsenio's orders, or die if they rebel. Aluna is stuck, she is stuck further in the life of a ruthless mafia named Arsenio. Can Aluna escape? Or will he be stuck forever in Arsenio's life?/0/38678/coverorgin.jpg?v=93aa9f6a0390f824818b5a97362fa988&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Mafia Lord
BLURB He is highly respected because of his game and also feared because he is a ruthless Mafia Lord. She is a victim of bully from her uncle and his family for no just cause. She is also bullied in the school she attends and made an object of mockery. Fate brings the bullied and the bully together in an unprecedented event; she is made a collateral by her uncle, for the debt accured to Giovanni. Would she be able to cope with the Mafia lord or would her life remain in the same tale; a tale where she is a hopeless victim of bully./1/110382/coverorgin.jpg?v=4d3ae46d5ccec033405108753d1d92f7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Swapped Bride: His Unseen Queen
I woke up gasping for air, expecting to feel the crushed ribs and shattered glass from the fatal car crash. Instead, I found myself in the cavernous bedroom of the Franco Estate in 1928 Chicago. In my past life, my stepmother forced me to marry a golden-boy politician, while throwing my stepsister Clara to Damien Franco, the ruthless mafia boss. But Clara became the Mafia Queen, and Damien destroyed my husband's career, leaving me to die in disgrace as a sacrificed pawn. This time, the script was flipped. My stepmother kept the "clean" politician for Clara and threw me to the monster. Just three days after my wedding, my family arrived at my new home. Not to comfort me, but to strip me of my late mother's trust fund. They rigged my assets, leaving me with toxic, gang-tied warehouses designed to bankrupt me and get me killed in an Irish mob turf war. "She's not a wife, she's collateral meant to absorb the mafia's bullets. She'll be dead within a year." Clara's mocking words reached my ears, confirming my darkest fears. I spent my entire last life bleeding my soul dry for their approval, only to be betrayed. I couldn't fathom how my own father and brothers could gleefully orchestrate my murder just to line their pockets. But they had no idea they had just handed me the keys to the underworld. I wasn't that naive girl anymore. I slammed the ledgers of their embezzlement onto the mahogany table, looked my arrogant brothers in the eye, and invoked the absolute, bloody laws of the Cosa Nostra to collect their debts. This time, I would tear their empire to the ground./1/104542/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9223d82fba6cd14fe2232fbd503d106&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying His Rival: The Ex-Fiancé's Nightmare
I was the "Caged Canary" of the underworld, a biological asset designed to merge two crime families. My fiancé, Bryant Barnes, didn't love me. He loved the power I brought, and he loved his mistress, Kalia. The night Kalia broke into my penthouse and stomped on my hand, crushing the bones and my fashion career, Bryant didn't help me. He told the police she was my guest and warned me not to embarrass him with a cast. That was just the beginning. When Kalia lied about feeling unsafe, Bryant dangled me off a balcony. When she faked a kidnapping, he locked me in an industrial freezer for six hours until I turned blue. And when I fell into the marina, he swam right past me to save her, leaving me to drown in the freezing water. He destroyed my body and my dignity for a woman who was stealing my designs and faking a pregnancy. He thought I was just a broken obligation he could discard. But he made a fatal mistake. He didn't make sure I was dead. I dragged myself out of the water and made a call to his greatest rival. On the night of our grand merger, I walked onto the stage wearing royal blue instead of white. I rolled up my sleeve to reveal the scars he gave me, looked him dead in the eye, and grabbed the microphone. "I hereby terminate my engagement to Bryant Barnes. And I am proud to announce my betrothal to the true King of this city."/1/120765/coverorgin.jpg?v=d59b076a35a5a12b34b66074ba86442c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Runaway Sister's Abandoned Mafia Heir
My sister abandoned her newborn baby at a hospital and fled the country. The father was Dante, the absolute sovereign of the city's underworld. My mother frantically ordered me to hide the child to save our skins. But I refused to cower. I took the baby straight to the Mafia Don's fortress and demanded he take responsibility. For the first critical days of the baby's life, I was the only one there. I paced my rundown apartment with a sick infant, spending my last savings, while my sister was living it up in Vancouver with her offshore money. But months later, when Dante officially claimed the boy and placed us under his ultimate protection, my sister and mother suddenly came back. They put on a pathetic weeping act in Dante's office. "I just want my son back. I was just so scared," my sister sobbed, demanding custody of the Mafia heir. My own mother had actually helped her pack, advising her to dump the baby on me so she could escape. Now, seeing Dante's limitless wealth, they wanted to reap the rewards. They treated me like a disposable pawn, expecting me to quietly hand over the child I had saved. How could my own blood be so shamelessly greedy? But they underestimated me, and they underestimated the Don. Looking at the ruthless Mafia boss, I calmly exposed their treason, forcing his final judgment. This time, I was claiming my place./0/67880/coverorgin.jpg?v=873671f4b27d388641c18756d0e98cdb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's princess
Annabelle Rodgers a multi million dollar CEO who was engaged to Harry who played her just to get her wealth. After Harry took everything away from her she decided to make him pay. Annabelle finds another man Adrian, a Mafia Leader, who's willing to help her take Harry down due to his hatred for Harry unknown to Annabelle. She joins the Mafia gang just to make a new name for herself and get her revenge on Harry. What happens if she falls for Adrian? What happens when she decided to go back to her fiance?/1/122063/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4d8c519106efac8110830551d352e34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
