Mafia Books for Women
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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./1/117369/coverorgin.jpg?v=3fdf8a419c69889274ef0eb6e380087e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Wife Is His Executioner
My husband swallowed a ten-year prison sentence to save me from my abusive stepfather. When he got out, he built a mafia empire and made me his Queen. But last night, his encrypted tablet lit up with an ultrasound photo and a text from another woman. "Our little secret is growing." The mistress soon called to mock me. She was pregnant, while I had been barren for four years. When I confronted my husband, he didn't apologize. Instead, he assigned heavily armed guards to protect her and burned my divorce papers with his cigar. "The only exit from this Family is death," he warned. The nightmare deepened when I uncovered her true identity. The mistress was my half-sister, and her mastermind was the mother who had abandoned me at six. My husband knew. He even whispered our sacred vow to her-"I will shield you from the blood"-the exact words he used when I lost our child on a freezing concrete floor for his syndicate. I took bullets for him. I waited a decade outside those prison gates. Yet he used my absolute loyalty to lock me in a cage, handing my crown to the family that threw me to the wolves. He thought I was just a helpless wife, entirely dependent on his mercy. He didn't know I was Vanguard, the shadow billionaire controlling the very lifelines of his empire. I calmly picked up my phone and called my head operative. "Liquidate his supply chains. Let's see whose empire turns to ash first."/0/74662/coverorgin.jpg?v=16c0c48cc729b24a03d1a27c6ef9b932&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Entangled With My Mafia Boss
Joya's life as a humble maid takes a sudden turn when she's assigned to work for the infamous and cold-hearted Mafia boss, Christopher Dread and fear are her constant companions as she navigates the dangerous world of the mafia. But Christopher's icy exterior hides a possessive streak that she can't quite understand-yet. As tensions rise and an undeniable chemistry sparks between them, Joya is caught between her growing attraction and the looming danger of his ruthless world. Will she survive his possessive nature, or will the heat between them burn everything to the ground?/1/116900/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260522172332&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Broken Don: Losing My Only Queen
For five years, I was the shadow of the city's most ruthless Mafia Don—stitching his gunshot wounds, surviving gang wars, and believing every promise he whispered in the dark. I thought our love was forged in blood and unbreakable. Until his childhood flame crawled back to the city with nothing but debt. Suddenly, the man who once sprinted through a blizzard to bring me medicine had no time for me. He secretly wired fifty million dollars of syndicate money to buy back her ancestral estate. He abandoned me in a bridal boutique for twelve hours—just to go hang a vintage chandelier for her. When I brought him homemade soup, he shoved me violently against a doorframe to protect her from a tiny, fake scratch. He never noticed the blood pooling down my legs. I lost our two-month-old baby on an operating table that night. Alone. I signed the surgical consent forms myself while he drove off into the rain because she was scared of a thunderstorm. When he finally returned, weeping on his knees and clutching my bloodied consent form, my heart was already dead. I walked away. Left the penthouse keys. Moved into a studio on the East Side. Started designing dresses instead of stitching wounds. Now he stands in the rain outside my office, the former king of the underworld reduced to a ghost with ruined shoes. He thinks I'll soften. He thinks a few tears can erase five years of betrayal. He's wrong. Because I'm standing on a stage at Paris Fashion Week, a crystal trophy in my hand and a good man on one knee. And when I catch a glimpse of his hollow face in the shadows, I feel nothing but relief. This is not a story of forgiveness. This is a story of what happens when a queen remembers she doesn't need a king./1/116744/coverorgin.jpg?v=27288c50dab83aa971acf2224e513300&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King
I was burning with a 104-degree fever when my mafia boss husband's mistress sent an emergency code, claiming he was bleeding out. Too weak to stand, my mother-in-law took the medical supplies into the hurricane for me, only to be killed in a rival hit-and-run. I dragged my sick body across enemy lines to finish the delivery, only to find my husband laughing with his mistress in his office. "It was just a loyalty test to see how fast you'd react," she sneered. When I told him his mother died for their sick game, he refused to believe me. He called me a manipulative liar and threw me out into the freezing rain. Days later, he tracked me down to the family mausoleum. Believing his mistress's lies that we were just faking the death to steal his money, he snatched his mother's urn from my hands and maliciously smashed it to dust. He even shoved me so hard against the stone altar that I miscarried our unborn child. I watched the gray ashes scatter over his expensive shoes, my heart turning to ice. How could the man I loved be so blind, choosing a cheap mistress over his own mother's life and his wife's devotion? When the police finally arrived to confirm his mother's tragic death and the mistress's betrayal was exposed, he fell to his knees in the dirt, weeping and begging for my forgiveness. But I just smiled, demanded my divorce, and walked away./1/104542/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260624184803&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."/1/122063/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4d8c519106efac8110830551d352e34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ashes Of Betrayal: My Ex-Husband's Regret
I was married to Dante Rossi, the ruthless Don of the New York Mafia. For four years, I believed his terrifying power would protect me, especially after his ex-lover pushed me down the stairs, causing our daughter Serafina to be born dead. But during our annual mourning trip to Iceland, his encrypted phone lit up with a text from the woman who murdered our baby. "Angelo is making his birthday wish. He wants his Papa to come home to us." Inside his pocket, his St. Jude locket didn't hold a picture of our dead daughter, but a photo of a four-year-old boy with Dante's eyes. The truth shattered me. Our winter trips to see the aurora weren't to mourn Serafina; they were to celebrate his hidden bastard's birthday. When I tried to flee, Dante intercepted me at the airport with his armed guards. He froze my accounts, relocated my paralyzed mother to a secret facility, and even held my dead daughter's urn hostage to force me back into my gilded cage. I later discovered he had even split Serafina's ashes, burying half in a church wall to build karma for his mistress's son in the violent underworld. How could the man who held me through my nightmares use my dead baby as a superstitious shield for his bastard? Staring at the man who had lied to me for four years, the last shred of my love died. I picked up the phone and called my lawyer. "Signal the FBI strike team. I am tearing down the Syndicate."/0/68718/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250128080413&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Secret Billionaire Wife's Spectacular Comeback
For five years, I played the role of the submissive wife, secretly using my massive fortune to bankroll my husband Jackson’s mafia syndicate. He fancied himself the undisputed godfather, forgetting exactly who bought him his throne. Out on the tarmac, he handed me a cheap economy ticket and walked toward my private jet with his mistress. "Amber is pregnant. She needs the private jet more. You should learn to be forgiving," Jackson said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Besides, I've already booked your flight." A cheap economy ticket with layovers. This was how he arranged things for me—like shipping cargo. He left me alone in the biting wind, watching his mistress stroke her swollen belly while wearing a silk dress custom-tailored for me. He treated me like a disposable ATM, completely unaware that the quiet, obedient wife he had just publicly betrayed was the true master of his entire empire. I pulled out my burner phone and dialed my offshore banker. "Ground that plane in Kansas and freeze every account tied to the Dorsey family." "All of them?" "Yes. I want to see exactly how far the Dorsey syndicate can get without my wallet."/1/104855/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260107205649&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./1/117370/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260525193903&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Neglected Mafia Wife: Out Of Your League
For eight years, I drained the color from my life—black, white, and gray—to be the perfect Donna for Zeno, the ruthless Don of the Falcone Famiglia. He never let me wear red. Said it drew too much attention. Then the photos came. My husband in a fluorescent yellow cartoon suit. A color he had never once allowed in our bedroom.Our arranged marriage was the bedrock of a multi-billion-dollar syndicate alliance. But then, photos leaked of my untouchable husband in a fluffy cartoon mascot suit, handing spun sugar to a low-level civilian girl named Liana. When I tried to enforce our world's strict hierarchy, Zeno publicly humiliated me to protect her. The final blow came when Liana orchestrated a fake assassination attempt on herself. Zeno stormed into my territory, threw photos of her shattered arm on my mahogany desk, and dragged me to her clinic room. When the girl faked a panic attack, he dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around her to physically shield her from my sight. "Apologize, Bianca. Now." He demanded, treating his wife and Queen like a monstrous threat. I stared at the man I had pledged my life to. I couldn't understand how the brilliant, calculating 'Iceman' could be so easily blinded by a street rat's cheap tears. I had sacrificed my identity and youth to build his empire, yet he trampled my honor without a second thought. My pride bled, but my heart finally turned to ash. "Strike three." I whispered, turning my back on them. I walked out of the clinic, called my lawyers to draft a formal mafia divorce, and withdrew every billion from his accounts./1/105481/coverorgin.jpg?v=856f206701b44a034202bcfe3e5bda67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound to the calloway's heir
In LA's Business world, Zane Calloway, thirty, turns cartel king after his father's gruesome murder, ruling The Atlas Group with a bloody fist. He learned how betrayal could ruin even the biggest empire and was hell bent on keeping Atlas Group. However when Sienna Carter, his new assistant got in the picture, he threw caution to the wind. To become the only one controlling the cartel, he would use Sienna who was a supposedly ghost from a dead cartel as bait for his enemies. Sienna Carter made his mission become even more complicated as she ignites a dangerous sparks in him. Twenty-five year old Sienna Carter just wanted to stay alive, running away from danger had been the only thing she was capable of since her family were murdered. All she had as a semblance of her old life was the locket her dying father had given her and when a new job pops up in Los Angeles, she gambled for it, hoping for her sake that it wouldn't lead her straight to the same hell she was running from. However, she would soon realize that the Atlas Groups was going to be more than just a survival decision but the key to everything./0/57142/coverorgin.jpg?v=dab75e447490fbc1af93d5e135a75682&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MAFIA KING'S OBSESSION
It was a accidental love with no secrecy but a sudden storm changed everything. It was a sudden storm which erupted a feeling of love inside her. Not long ago that sudden feeling of love also turned into smoke, leaving her miserable behind. The sudden trauma changed her from weak to strong, into a person who now knew how to protect herself. Fate played again and brought them together. This time it was something new. It was something strange. A new mystery and new trails... "Love can't be forced. It can happen once but not twice." her words pierced through his heart. Shattering it into pieces. "The forgotten love never dies." both were persistent to get their loved ones but the walls of fate were too strong. Slowly the flame of love started to ignite and they were again in love... The love which they thought was love but once again destiny played.. There they were left with an unsolved enigma, the enigma of love which was being written by fate/1/104699/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106224548&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Healed By Another: Rejecting The Ruthless Don
I spent a year in a Swiss asylum, swallowing pills to cure a madness that didn’t exist. It turned out the medication was just sugar. My insanity was a script written by Jaxon Francis, the Don of New York, just so he could marry a Cartel princess without his ward getting in the way. When I finally escaped and tried to leave him, his new wife staged her own kidnapping and framed me. Jaxon didn’t ask for proof. He didn’t look at the evidence. Instead, he tied a rope around my ankles and dragged me behind a helicopter across the jagged rocks of the Wastelands. He held his wife close and watched as my skin was flayed and my bones shattered, believing he was executing a traitor. He left me for dead in the dirt, convinced he had cleansed his empire. I took the hush money his mother threw at me and vanished, letting Alina Phillips die in that field. Three years later, I returned to New York as "Echo," the elusive artist the world was obsessing over. At a charity auction, Jaxon bid one hundred million dollars for a painting of a woman’s scarred back, desperate to buy redemption for the ghost he thought he killed. He chased me into the rain, begging for a second chance, swearing he had destroyed his wife for me. I looked at the man who once held my heart and simply smiled. Then I turned to the man standing beside me. "Jaxon, meet Darwin," I said, linking my arm through his. "My husband."/1/116119/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260516183758&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn As Phoenix: The Fake Wife's Revenge
My brother Luca was dying in the ICU, his failing heart desperately needing my billionaire husband's private medical team to survive. I called Dante, crying and begging him to save the only family I had left. "I'm in the middle of closing a billion-dollar deal. Don't bother me." He coldly hung up on me, leaving me to watch my brother flatline. Moments later, my phone lit up with an Instagram post from his mistress. The "billion-dollar deal" and the world-class surgeon Dante promised me were actually used to perform an emergency C-section on her pet cat. To him, my brother's life wasn't even worth as much as a cat. Worse, when I tried to file for divorce, the lawyer told me there was no record of our marriage. The lavish wedding, the judge, the vows—it was all a meticulously constructed sham. I was never his legal wife, just a disposable plaything he kept around for obedience. I had endured three years of his coldness and control, believing his promise to protect my family. Instead, his lies cost my brother his life, and he later left me trapped in a burning car to save his mistress. After surviving the wreckage, the gentle, obedient Elara died completely. I calmly dialed the number of his greatest rival. "I need extraction." This time, I will become the fire that burns his entire empire to the ground./1/113929/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260422181007&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Princess's New Reign
I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me. But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest. The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me. They didn't. Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her. They let me burn to keep her warm. When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages. That was the moment Elena Vitiello died. I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York. By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring. "You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them. "Burn for it."/1/106733/coverorgin.jpg?v=c8a9bd018d4f8043d7da95968f9d2925&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected Bride, Now His Prey
My grandfather sold me to a man named Maverick to settle his gambling debts. I stood on the private platform at Union Station, a human payment waiting to be collected. But he never came. An hour later, his assistant called to say the deal was off. I was told to disappear by morning or face the consequences. My family blamed me for their ruin and threw me out onto the street. Homeless and disowned, I had no choice but to take a low-level job at Prosperity Group, the biggest investment firm in Chicago. I needed to survive. I never understood why he rejected me. I had followed every rule, worn the red dress he demanded, and waited like a lamb for slaughter. Why would he agree to save my family only to destroy us at the last second? On my first day, I was called into the CEO's office. The man behind the desk was Damien Maddox, the city's most ruthless billionaire. He looked at me with a chilling familiarity. He was the man who had bought me. And he was the man who had thrown me away./0/56204/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240710142646&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE BILLIONAIRE’S DAUGHTER
In this menacingly manipulated world of a powerful billionaire, Nathaniel Caldwell, he finds himself tangled in the web of his own lies and endless obsession for wealth and control. In this epic twist of fate where tables turned and men fell. Nathaniel’s nemesis turned out to be his own flesh and blood in the person of Emily, his abandoned child. Emily realized in the worst way possible that she had wealthy blood after unconsciously eloping with her step brother, Aaron. Nathaniel is given a taste of his own medicine after many years of getting away with evil. Will he win the war or will Emily ruin him as she promised? Find out what happens next in this imagination triggering book./0/60115/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526132516&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Angel: forced to be his Bride
Samuel Curtez is one of the most ruthless Russian Mafias in the entire Mexico. After a rival Mafia boss, William Grasso attempted to kill him at his own party, he is forced to take his daughter as a peace offering. Roselle has heard nothing but the worst kinds of things about Samuel Curtez, but the last thing she never saw coming was ever having to live with him, paying the depth of her father. Unknown to her, Samuel isn't just ruthless, he is fighting a form of anxiety that makes him extremely violent. But Roselle is on a journey to tame him, whilst fighting all of their enemies, including her father for the death of her mother What the two never expected was to be falling deeply in love with each other/1/121282/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260622202945&imageMogr2/format/webp)
