Mafia Books for Women
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The Don's Regret: Choosing The Wrong Queen
For three years, I was Dante’s shadow, the woman who took a bullet for the heir to New York’s most powerful crime family. I believed him when he said we would rule together. But while I was bleeding for his empire, he was secretly finalizing a merger to marry Sofia, a pristine Mafia Princess. I found the encrypted report on his desk. It didn't describe me as his partner. It called me a "useful shield" and a "necessary diversion" to protect his real bride. When I tried to walk away, he didn't let me go. He humiliated me. Worse, when Sofia staged a fake attack and blamed me to cover her own lies, Dante didn't ask for proof. He dragged me out of my hospital bed, fresh from surgery, and hauled me to the estate fountain. He shoved my head underwater, drowning the woman who had once saved his life, while Sofia watched from the balcony with a smirk. "You touched what is mine!" he screamed, choosing a liar over the soldier who loved him. I left that night, bleeding and broken, vanishing into the storm without a trace. Two years later, I am a celebrated artist in Paris, and the man standing beside me looks at me like I am the sun, not a shield. Dante stands outside my gallery in the freezing rain, looking ruined, begging for a second chance. He tells me he knows the truth now. He tells me he loves me. I look at him, then at the engagement ring on my finger—one given by a man who never had to break me to love me. "I didn't erase our history, Dante," I say, rolling up the car window. "I survived it."/1/104710/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fcfde10dea5f88b609372e90f5202f3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Comeback
I was just the decoration at the gala, the dutiful wife of Chicago's Underboss, Dante Moretti. Then my phone buzzed with a photo of his hand on another woman's thigh, taken inside the venue just minutes ago. I finally snapped, leaking the photo to the press to shame him. Dante dragged me home, pinned me to the sofa, and carved a thin line into my collarbone with a switchblade. "You don't get to leave until I say you're done," he warned. But the real devastation came later. An anonymous video file revealed the truth about my mother's "suicide" ten years ago. She didn't jump. My sister, Sofia, pushed her. And Dante? He didn't marry me for power. He brokered a deal with my father to cover up the murder and took me as hush money. I crashed Sofia's birthday party to expose them, but my father slapped me in front of everyone. Dante grabbed my fresh wound and forced me to my knees. "Apologize to your sister," he threatened, "or I bulldoze your mother's grave right now." I swallowed my pride, bowed my head, and apologized. But Sofia just laughed, pulled out a detonator, and pressed the button anyway. "Oops," she giggled as the explosion rocked the ground. "Happy birthday to me." Watching the smoke rise from my mother's destroyed mausoleum, the old Elena died. I vanished into the night, leaving behind signed divorce papers and my bloodied dress. When Dante finally tracked me down, I wasn't hiding in fear. I was standing next to his mortal enemy, Luca Rossi, wearing a massive diamond ring. I handed Dante a cream-colored envelope. "What is this?" he asked, his hands trembling. "An invitation," I said, my voice ice-cold. "To the wedding of Don Luca Rossi and Elena Vitiello."/0/66383/coverorgin.jpg?v=9c23dc1e5da80a3ba6ed711a31d0d4ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Agent 64
Nora, an agent, was assigned a dangerous mission: infiltrate the most notorious crime family in Chicago. Disguised and determined, she plans her heist on the day the new mafia boss, Robert DiFronzo, is set to take his oath. Fueled by hatred for the family she blames for her foster father's death, Nora is ready to bring them down. But when the heist sets off a series of gruesome murders, all pointing back to the DiFronzos, Nora finds herself deeper than she expected. To uncover the truth, she assumes a new identity as a bodyguard to the mafia boss's sister. As Nora gets closer to Robert, what starts as a carefully crafted deception turns into something unexpected-real feelings. Torn between her growing love for the man she once swore to destroy and her duty as an agent, Nora's world spirals out of control when Robert gets engaged to another woman in a strategic move to solidify his mafia ties. Heartbroken and desperate to forget, Nora indulges herself to uncover the truth but she realises that there is more than meets the eyes and the price of love might be more than she's willing to pay. To know what happens next please read my book 'Agent 64'/0/75613/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Crimson Desire
Sophia Morelli has lived a life of luxury, but it's a luxury tainted by the shadow of her family's mafia connections. Trapped in a gilded cage, she yearns for freedom from the violence and deceit that surround her. But when her father, the head of the Morelli crime family, arranges her engagement to a man she despises, her life takes a dark turn. Dante Rossi, the ruthless and calculating head of a rival mafia family, is a man who commands respect and fear. He's spent years building his empire and erasing any weakness, but everything changes when he's ordered to protect Sophia from the escalating threats to her life. What starts as a reluctant duty soon turns into a dangerous game of passion and power./0/99235/coverorgin.jpg?v=80727a925adebaf0bd92fd69e12c97cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Regret, The Heiress's Revenge
I knew my husband, Alessandro De Luca, was the Don of the most powerful Famiglia on the East Coast. What I didn't know was that our five-year marriage was built on another woman's grave. On our anniversary, I found his hidden safe. The code wasn't our wedding date or our birthdays. It was August 14th—the day his first love, Isabella, lost her family. Inside was a shrine to her: photos, dried flowers, and a love letter promising her a "castle in the clouds." There was nothing of me, not a single trace of the five years I'd given him. When he found me, he crushed her locket in his fist and threw it all into the fireplace. "Are you done now?" he asked, as if my heartbreak was a tantrum. He offered a trip to Sicily to "fix" this, then sneered that I had nothing without his name or money. But it was worse than that. He brought Isabella back, gave her my position at the charity I built, and paraded her at our annual gala, publicly claiming her as his own. He humiliated me in front of our entire world, siding with her after she staged a scene to make me look jealous and unhinged. He roared at me, "Caterina, what the hell is your problem?" while he comforted her. So I showed him. I walked over, poured a glass of champagne over his head in front of everyone, and said, "That is my problem." Then I walked out of the ballroom, out of his life, and sent him the separation papers. This wasn't a fight for his love anymore. It was war./1/116756/coverorgin.jpg?v=7dbbf7bd58c6a2968fcf670657e760ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Ruthless Mafia Boss
I was a top medical prodigy with a bright future and a loving fiancé, until my mother's heart failed and she desperately needed life-saving treatments. But my own father refused to pay the $12,000 medical bill. Instead, my fiancé kicked me out of our shared home to marry my stepsister Sabrina, and my father used his money to buy her a brand-new Porsche. I later discovered the horrifying truth. My father had deliberately framed my medical mentor, completely destroying my career, just to get a half-million-dollar payout from the Russian mob to clear his gambling debts. He traded my future and my mother's life for a luxury car and a lavish wedding for his stepdaughter. Left with absolutely nothing, I was forced to sell my silence and become a governess for New York's most ruthless mafia Don just to keep my mother alive. Sabrina even sent me a cheap, scratchy bridesmaid dress, demanding I stand behind her at the altar to watch her marry my ex. "You need to stand behind me in a cheap dress and watch me win. Because if you don't, Father will cut off your mother's life support." They thought they had crushed me into the dirt, expecting me to be their submissive victim forever. But they didn't know the terrifying mafia king had already handed me the irrefutable evidence of their crimes. On the day of the wedding, I threw that cheap dress in the trash, put on a custom black haute couture gown, and walked into the grand ballroom on the arm of the Don. ---/1/114566/coverorgin.jpg?v=7543cde38a202c7c8317deb46ec33469&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By The Coldhearted Billionaire's Game
Cassidy Fox woke up in a freezing, luxurious penthouse that wasn't hers. Before she could clear her spinning head, ruthless billionaire Jaret Taylor threw a phone onto the bed. The screen showed an explicit photo of her boyfriend, Burt, tangled in sheets with Jaret's fiancée. Burt had fled the moment things got complicated, leaving Cassidy behind as a scapegoat to face a monster. Jaret demanded an eye for an eye. He trapped her in the room, choked her until she nearly blacked out, and threatened to completely destroy her career if she refused to submit to him. When she still fought back and escaped, Jaret's men captured Burt and lured her to an abandoned warehouse in the middle of a hurricane. Burt was tied to a rusted pillar, beaten and sobbing in terror. He didn't care about what degrading acts Jaret would force her to perform to pay off his debt. "Cassidy, please, just listen to them! We can figure this out, just don't let them hurt me!" Cassidy felt a suffocating wave of despair and injustice. She had risked her life driving through a deadly storm to save the man who had once saved her from drowning, only to realize she was sacrificing herself for a selfish coward who had already betrayed her. Jaret sat at the poker table, looking at her rain-soaked body with a cruel smirk. "Every hand I win, you do exactly what we ask. If you manage to win a hand, we cut off one of Burt's fingers." Looking at the pathetic man begging for his life, Cassidy slowly picked up her cards./0/80776/coverorgin.jpg?v=55faaa0e27b684bae78b994f0ab915b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Second Chances for Love
My life felt like a fairytale. I, Maya Rodriguez, was deeply in love with Ethan Cole, and my father, Ricardo, was a beloved philanthropist, hosting tonight's grand gala. This night felt special, like the start of everything good. But then, the ballroom doors burst open. Men in dark uniforms stormed in, DEA. And leading them was Ethan. My Ethan. His face, once full of warmth, was cold, hard. He arrested my father, revealing him as "El Martillo," a narcotics trafficker, and worse, the murderer of Officer Sarah Miller – my own mother. My world tilted, shattered in an instant. My perfect life was a lie. My father, a community pillar, was a criminal. My mother, murdered by him. And Ethan, the man I loved, was the architect of this destruction, a cold, calculating agent who had used me. His "I love yous" were just part of his "task." In the hospital, the bullet wound in my shoulder ached, but nothing compared to the news: Agent Cole had a fiancée. I was a means to an end, a tool. Not a person. Was any of it real? Our dates, our nights, his whispers? Did he feel anything, or was I just a job he had to do? The realization was a bitter pill. Hope turned to ash. But as I replayed the horrifying scene, a tiny memory surfaced: my father, a faint scratch on his cheek the night my mother supposedly died in a car crash. A cold suspicion snaked through me. This wasn't just about betrayal. This was about truth. I fumbled with my mother's St. Michael pendant. Inside, tiny engravings: "7710. S.M. My real name." Sarah Miller. My mother. A cop. Killed in the line of duty. By my father. The naive girl was gone. Now, only a burning resolve remained. I would find out everything. And when I did, they would all pay./0/74675/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadows of the underworld
Shadows of the Underworld A Dark Mafia Thriller | Psychological | Crime | Romance When Ariana Steele discovers the truth behind her father's mysterious death, her carefully built world begins to crumble. Drawn into the shadows of a powerful crime syndicate, she must navigate a treacherous web of lies, betrayal, and deadly secrets. Trust is a luxury she can't afford-and yet, she finds herself inexplicably tied to the most dangerous man of all. Dante Rossi is heir to the criminal empire Ariana swore to destroy. Cold, calculating, and haunted by a violent past, Dante is both her enemy and her only chance at survival. As they're forced to work together, a dark, magnetic pull grows between them-one that threatens to unravel everything. But not everyone wants the truth to come to light. As alliances shift and buried secrets resurface, Ariana realizes the war she's fighting is bigger than revenge. It's a fight for her soul. And the deeper she falls into Dante's world, the harder it becomes to know who she's truly fighting for-or against. In a world ruled by shadows, love might be the deadliest weapon of all./1/116913/coverorgin.jpg?v=42a435b0f2c13069ef38a23898991fb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Stomachless Princess
I was born with a lethal allergy to our Mafia family's signature golden narcotic. My body treats the drug like battery acid, but my mother, the ruthless Boss of the Chicago Outfit, called my allergy a pathetic weakness. She secretly laced my soup with the poison, convinced she could force my immunity and mold me into a perfect heir. When my throat seized and I coughed up blood onto the dining table, my cowardly father just scolded me for disrespecting the Boss. My mother locked me inside a reinforced bathroom, leaving me to suffocate as my airways rapidly swelled shut. "The weak must suffer to become strong." She stood outside the door, casually chatting with a rival Capo about how my torture was necessary, completely ignoring my desperate pleas for a medic. Lying on the cold tiles, gasping for my last breath, I realized a horrifying truth. As long as I held value as her pawn, as long as my body belonged to the Family, she would keep poisoning me until it finally killed me. So, when I woke up in the underground clinic, I grabbed her massive stash of the lethal powder and swallowed it all dry. I chose to burn through my own organs and permanently lose my stomach, annihilating my value forever, just so I could sell my broken shell to her deadliest rival./1/119729/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc499893d3bc0f4b4b008ddb0f4efdf0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Ruthless Mafia Ex-Husband Begs For Mercy
I was the devoted wife of Pietro, the untouchable Don of the New York Syndicate. I thought my love could bridge the gap between my civilian life and his brutal underworld. Then, I swiped open his unlocked private tablet. I discovered he had been forwarding my most intimate boudoir photos, desperate texts, and sweet voice notes to a dark web group chat filled with his ruthless soldiers and his female associate, Zoya. They dissected my naked body for amusement. Pietro captioned my lingerie photo, "Like a starving animal," and told his men I was just a "stable cover" with a clean background. When I cried over his safety during a turf war, his Capos joked about my whimpers. Pietro bragged to them that starving me of attention was standard protocol to break me. When I confronted him with the evidence, he didn't apologize. "You are acting bitter and hysterical. A Don doesn't have time for civilian trivialities." He warned me that if I walked out, I would be dead to his world, dismissing my absolute humiliation as mere locker-room talk. My affection for him had been a form of worship, yet my marriage was nothing but a spectator sport for his entire regime. He traded my dignity to feed his god-complex. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg for his love. Instead, I packed my bags, transferred every damning screenshot to a secure drive, and calmly handed the files over to the Syndicate Elders. It was time to burn his empire to the ground./0/61378/coverorgin.jpg?v=c0323183a450e64cbb529988e23f9f6f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mafia Husband
Diego, is a self-made billionaire, He was known for his pride and ruthlessness. Despite his wealth, he never left a penny for his wife, Vivian, before heading to work. Vivian, beautiful and dedicated, rarely changed her clothes because Diego neglected her needs. Diego fell in love with his Mafia mate in the past, Cassandra. Cassandra and Diego are fighters in a world filled with violence and betrayal. Their latest mission is to take down the ruthless Victor and his powerful network. As they battle through Victor's estate, filled with smoke and gunfire, they face not only their enemies but their own dark pasts. Diego wants a peaceful life with Mrs. Joy his boss in Dallas, away from the chaos of his past. But he has scars from his days in the mafia, and he used to mistreat his wife, Vivian. With Cassandra, his loyal mate, Diego is determined to change his life. As they fight Victor's men and chase him through secret tunnels, Diego and Cassandra must face their deepest fears. They learn that true strength comes from hope and forgiveness, not just fighting./0/71703/coverorgin.jpg?v=91cedc577311b157da50b0f19f6e99d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Crimson Throne
The Crimson Throne By Eva Obrien In a world where loyalty is lethal and love is a weakness, she must choose between vengeance and survival. When Adriana De Luca's father-the powerful leader of the De Luca crime family-is assassinated, she is left with two options: run and die in hiding or fight to claim the throne that was never meant for her. But in the ruthless world of the mafia, power is taken, not given. To secure her survival, she is forced into an arranged marriage with Lorenzo "Enzo" Moretti, a feared and merciless mafia kingpin who trusts no one. Their union is meant to bring peace between warring families, but when hidden enemies start striking from the shadows, Adriana realizes the real threat isn't outside-it's within. As betrayals unfold and a war erupts, Adriana must decide: ✔ Trust the man she was forced to marry, or destroy him before he destroys her. ✔ Hunt down her father's killer, or become the next target. ✔ Rule with blood, or risk being buried by it. In a game where love is dangerous and power is deadly, will she survive long enough to take what's hers?/0/73424/coverorgin.jpg?v=39d2592d1c0d026b59abd95703e6ef35&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Dangerous Desire
After being kicked out of Ethan's family-the man she had a One Night Stand with, Claire runs away. The only thing she got was Ethan's child in her womb. She thought she would build a new life for her twins before Ethan come back. Her life turns to hell since her approval to be surrogate mother: Claire faces the cruelty of Ivanna Dakota - Ethan's wife and Ethan's family, bitter secrets are revealed, and a budding relationship is on the brink of sinking! How will she survive until the end of her relationship with Ethan? Will she choose to give up rather than fight for the lives of her twins?/0/80933/coverorgin.jpg?v=639e0ffc6d9c4dda14c7e8892740a98a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Surgeon's Secret, My Husband's Lie
My beloved grandfather's "routine" surgery didn't just end in death; it unveiled a nightmare. Then I found it: "MD <3 VA"—Mark Davidson and Victoria Ainsworth—carved into his liver, a sickening love note from my own husband and the surgeon who had killed him. Mark, the Chief Medical Examiner, covered up her crime, then publicly sided with Victoria's powerful, elite family in court, systematically discrediting and financially ruining me. I lost everything: my home, my reputation, my hope, even enduring a brutal beating from their thugs. The horror escalated when Victoria, in cold blood, murdered my bedridden mother, then gloated, revealing Mark's decades-old betrayal that had also led to my father's death. How could the man I loved for so long be complicit in such monstrous evils, betraying my entire family, leaving me broken, destitute, and utterly alone? But in my deepest despair, a hidden letter from my mother surfaced, revealing a single, impossible name: my long-lost uncle, a highly influential U.S. General. The monumental fight for justice, finally, was on./0/59032/coverorgin.jpg?v=b858f8e0ee35afb8b5f08f9fa1c49c99&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Don's Yearn (II)
“Answer me honestly Serena. Did he kiss you?" Arsenio asked Serena. He had backed her against the wall, making her lose her one chance at escaping him. His body was tense and every nerve in him was on end as he awaited her response. “What is it to you Arsenio?! He might be a bad person but at least he knows what he wants and he sure as hell goes for it. You kiss me one moment and the next you tell me it's a mistake. You tell me how badly you want me and try to chase anyone who shows the least interest in me and yet you keep me at arm's freaking length. Enough Arsenio. I will do what I want to do…how I want to do it and with whom I choose. Hell, I'll even spread my legs wide open for Gerald if it would mean…” Arsenio had heard enough and he quickly turned her to face the wall. He held her both hands with one of his above her head before he pressed his body so close to hers. “You have been naughty, Bellisomo. Teased me to no end and made me go crazy countlessly. Now let's find out if your body agrees with your words “ Arsenio said and his fingers went missing under the short blue gown she had worn to test Gerald Mason. ******************** Arsenio Vladmiro - son to Massimo Vladmiro and Amelia Vladmiro finds out about his forbidden feelings for the one person he should not think of in that manner - Serena Toralba. She is the daughter to their family’s Consigliere and their parents raised the both of them in the same mansion together. He struggles between going for the girl he has always seen as a younger sister till seven years ago or letting her go. He had his pretty share of women in the world but the one woman he shouldn't want is the one his heart thrums for./0/60440/coverorgin.jpg?v=5609fbcb73cacd30a4ef1262335417bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond Duties
Serve. Protect. Love. Venera Rustik Yates spent her life walking the runway as a supermodel. Daughter to a billionaire and younger sister to a responsible brother, Vee is the envy of many and a favorite of the cameras. Jordan Jacobs Gallagher left the limelight a decade ago to serve in the military and leaves no trail wherever he goes as he does his secret service. When duties bring them together, will they continue living their own ways, or start blending as one Jordan and Venera solve clues to uncover the secrets of their families./0/74676/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c8578c429454e39a993f0cbf9240051&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wet Nights
On the night of her sister's funeral, Shemika accidentally killed her brother-in-law during a drug-fueled BDSM session. She fled but got hit by Bishop, a smooth-talking ex-convict and the manager of the exclusive nightclub, Wet Nights. He carried her to the club's hidden hospital for treatment. To dodge arrest, Shemika beg for a job at the club. After a shocking demonstration of wax play, orgasm denial, and bondage, she signed a blood-ink contract, becoming property of Wet Nights. She was then taken to the 14-story performers' dorm, the Crimson House, which was managed by the predatory house-manager known as Sinner-he fucks every newbiew in the house as part of their onboarding session. On her first night, Shemika was bullied to parade naked through all 14 floors, but the funny bisexual Jax stepped in and helped her. Soon, she teamed up with Synn, the ice-top performer, and Lexi, who was seeking her missing sister. However, some doors in Wet Nights remain locked for a reason... WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW, STEAMY, AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE NOT 18+, PLEASE ABSTAIN!!!/1/116914/coverorgin.jpg?v=764bdc91b545e4c360548ce3ddf572ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Rival Syndicate Don
As I lay in the cold underground clinic, terminating the unborn heir of the city's most feared mafia underboss, my phone lit up. My fiancé of seven years had just publicly pledged his protection and a home-cooked meal to his ex-lover, moments after telling me to risk a deadly ambush by ordering takeout. When I returned to our penthouse, bleeding and broken, he didn't even notice. He gave my specialized prenatal milk to his ex because she had a "delicate stomach," leaving me only a hollowed-out egg white and dry crusts. When I begged him to stay, he violently kicked my packed suitcase across the marble floor. "Elena's medical needs take priority right now," he snapped, rushing out because his ex felt cold. He even blocked my secure number when I frantically tried to reach him one last time. For seven years, we had built an empire together. I couldn't understand how a past flame playing the fragile doe could make him discard my life and our child's existence so callously, treating me like worthless scraps. Sitting in the empty penthouse, I wiped my tears and opened the global Syndicate network. "My betrothal to Vincent is officially dissolved. Act accordingly." I powered down my phone, grabbed my tactical gear, and boarded a private jet to leave his territory forever./0/58094/coverorgin.jpg?v=22532312abb581bb0af87ccc4a8b6038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
