icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon
closeIcon

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

Mafia Books for Women

Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
His Fake Heir, My Undeniable Power

His Fake Heir, My Undeniable Power

After fifteen years of marriage and a brutal battle with infertility, I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I planned to announce it at his mother's party, a triumph over the matriarch who saw me as nothing but a barren field. But before I could celebrate, my friend sent me a video. The headline read: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my husband, devouring a woman who looked like a younger, fresher version of me. Hours later, Marco stumbled home, drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware of the secret I held. Then my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. "Your husband slept with my girl. We need to talk." It was signed by Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of our rival family. The meeting with Dante was a nightmare. He showed me another video. This time, I heard my husband's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen years of loyalty, of building his empire, of taking a bullet for him-all dismissed as "just business." Dante didn't just reveal the affair; he showed me proof that Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build a new life with his mistress. Then, he made me an offer. "Divorce him," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "Join me. We'll build an empire together and destroy him."
Married To My Mysterious Ex-Con Husband

Married To My Mysterious Ex-Con Husband

My father bailed a violent ex-con out of prison just to force me into a marriage with him. I stood in a filthy Bronx hallway, my Vera Wang gown dragging through the grime, knowing this was the price for my mother’s life. If I didn't marry the man behind the steel door, the wire transfer for her hospital ventilator wouldn't go through the next morning. The man, a scarred giant named Dock, treated me with cold contempt, telling me he didn't touch things he didn't want—and he didn't want a "Jacobson." I thought I had hit rock bottom, tied to a criminal while my family lived in luxury. But the nightmare was just beginning. When I tried to return my wedding dress to pay for rent, my sister Janie and stepmother found me. They laughed as security dragged me out of the boutique, calling me a "charity case." When I finally crawled back to our family manor to beg for the money my father had promised, Janie revealed the horrific truth. She had liquidated my mother’s medical trust to fund a waterfront real estate project. "Get out and let your mother rot," she screamed, throwing a glass of ice water in my face before having guards dump me in the dirt. I knelt on the gravel, wet and bleeding, realizing my own flesh and blood had signed my mother's death warrant for a profit. I had nothing left—no money, no home, and a husband who was supposed to be a monster. I didn't understand why they hated me so much, or how I would survive the night. But then, a black car screeched to a halt in front of me. Dock pulled me inside, his eyes burning with a lethal coldness I’d never seen in a common thug. As he wiped the blood from my hands, he picked up a encrypted phone and gave a single command. "Initiate Project Titan. I want the Jacobson Group insolvent by Friday." I looked at the man I thought was a broke felon, realizing I hadn't just married a stranger—I had married the most dangerous man in the city, and he was about to burn my family's world to the ground.
The Heiress Reclaims Her Empire

The Heiress Reclaims Her Empire

I transmigrated into the body of a doomed mafia princess, engaged to the ruthless Don of the Syndicate. Right before a high-stakes gala, I caught his childhood sweetheart walking out of his private suite wearing his clothes, begging me not to misunderstand. Then, she forged official documents to steal my family's priceless diamond donation, projecting her name next to his to present them as a unified power couple. Instead of punishing her, the Don fiercely protected the weeping sweetheart. He accused me of being a jealous tyrant, ordering me to drop it because she was unwell. His mother, the Matriarch, threatened me to stay quiet and swallow the humiliation to protect the family's face. They expected me to just stand there while she stole my wealth and my position. The original Gianna would have thrown a hysterical fit and sealed her fate as the crazy villainess. But looking at their blind favoritism, my love for him completely died. Why should my family's blood and money be used as a pedestal for a manipulative thief? I refused to play their game. I projected the security logs to the entire ballroom, exposing her forgery to the Five Families. Then, I pulled off my blood-oath engagement ring and demanded every single dollar I ever invested reimbursed. "This betrothal ends tonight," I declared, walking away. But hours later, my phone lit up with a text from the furious Don. "I am going to tear apart whatever illusion of freedom you have built, and when I do, I am coming to collect you."
Married To My Ex Husband's Nemesis

Married To My Ex Husband's Nemesis

They shattered her. They framed her. They turned the tables against her to make her look like the bad guy. Now she's the karma they've always feared. Emily Clay, had been the perfect wife to her husband only for one issue. She could not give him a child yet. She loved him passionately and thought he was the most patient man ever until she finds him cheating on her with her best friend. Someone she once treated like a sister. She was pregnant and about to break the news but what she saw shattered her. She filed for a divorce. "I will not let her take a single dime from this family." Matilda, her husband's mother yells, "This family's reputation must be kept clean by all means. Turn the tables against her." Now everyone believes she cheated and not him. Her reputation crumbling to the ground and ladies coming to her DM to belittle her and tell her how much of a fool she is to lose such a man. Abandoned by the man she gave everything to. The Clays thought she would just be a story of the past but they made one mistake. They let her live. Milandro Augustus, a very dangerous and powerful business tycoon who you dare not mess with makes a deal with Emily: I will help you crush all your enemies but in exchange for one thing. "And what is that?" she asked. "Marry me." And she accepted. Not because of love. No. But because of revenge. Now she is the nightmare that they never expected. She and Milandro become an unstoppable force, wrecking havoc to the Clay family. But revenge always comes at a cost. Now will she burn them all to the ground? Or become a monster like the people that destroyed her? "I am karma," she chuckled laughing at Matilda.
The Mafia King Kneels For His Ex-Wife

The Mafia King Kneels For His Ex-Wife

I was the lawful wife of Salvatore Vitiello, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. For six years, I endured his coldness, believing my miscarriage and subsequent hysterectomy were the tragic results of a rival syndicate's kidnapping. But at the triennial Syndicate summit, my brother whispered a horrifying secret into my ear. "The Don procured the services of the family surgeon to have your womb removed." Salvatore himself had ordered the mutilation six years ago as a calculated punishment for our forced marriage. While I reeled from the sickening truth, Salvatore publicly humiliated me. He paraded his pregnant mistress, Serena, forcing me to surrender my seat of honor to her. My own parents and brother fawned over the mistress, kicking me to the floor into a pile of shattered crystal. Bleeding and broken, I was ordered by my husband to peel over a hundred shrimp for the woman carrying his heir, while the entire room mocked my barrenness. I had spent six excruciating years trying to earn his forgiveness for a trap my parents set, desperately loving the devil who had coolly destroyed my ability to be a mother. My family had sold me to him, and he had mutilated me just to break me. The suffocating love I harbored for him snapped like a rotted cord. I didn't cry or scream. I packed a single suitcase, walked out of the heavily fortified estate in the dead of night, and mailed him the Syndicate severance papers.