Mafia Books for Women
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I Heard His Mind: The Don's Regret
I was naked in the bed of the most dangerous Capo in New York when I heard his mind whisper the name of the woman he actually wanted. It wasn't me. My husband, Dante, moved over me with cold precision, but his thoughts were screaming for Sofia, a soldier's widow he claimed to protect out of "honor." I possess a secret that makes me a freak: I can hear the thoughts of men. And Dante’s mind was a torture chamber of devotion to another woman. I found the deed to a luxury penthouse he bought for her. I watched her parade around in a dress he bought for me, hearing her mental triumph as she thought about rubbing her scent all over it. Refusing to be a placeholder in my own marriage, I left my wedding ring on his desk and fled to Las Vegas to build my own empire. I thought I had escaped. Until the divorce papers arrived in the mail, signed by him. I stood in my shop, heartbroken, believing he had finally discarded me to be with his true love. But then the phone rang. "Dante didn't sign those papers, Elena. He’s in the ICU." My blood ran cold. "He took two bullets to the chest. He started a war to distract the enemy from finding you." He hadn't chosen her. He was dying for me. I tore up the papers and booked a private jet. If the Grim Reaper wanted my husband, he would have to get through me first./0/99241/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a495b1b34880d45855fe49d8b5ccca8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Wife's Hidden Identity Revealed
For years, I was known as Killian Emerson’s only weakness, the anchor for the ruthless crime boss while he built an empire. I thought it was for us, a life he was building to protect me. But then I found out the truth. My high school bully, Dallas, was his mistress. He paraded her around at galas, bought her penthouses, and funded her multi-million-dollar cat sanctuary. He bought her a sanctuary for stray cats while my brother was dying. I begged him for money for a life-saving treatment, but he told me he was busy and hung up. My brother died alone. Killian didn’t even come to the funeral. When he finally called, he sounded bored. "Sorry to hear about your brother," he said casually, while I could hear Dallas in the background asking him to go ring shopping. In that moment, the last bit of love I had for him simply died. He had forgotten every promise, even the one he made to ruin Dallas for carving "Worthless" into my wrist years ago. Now, he protects her. He even let her crush the last memento my brother ever made for me, then broke my wrist when I lunged at her. After a car crash he caused, he left me bleeding in the wreckage to save Dallas, without a single look back. But the biggest secret was yet to come. Lying in a hospital bed, a call from the county clerk revealed the truth. Killian and I were never legally married. The entire foundation of my life was a lie designed to control me. And now, I'm taking back everything he stole from me. Starting with his empire./0/71239/coverorgin.jpg?v=c13bbf548e3ba495f0b4eb4f89e56d4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Prince's Obsession
The Mafia Prince's Obsession She was the one who got away. Now, she's back-with secrets that could destroy them both. Sophia Moretti thought she had escaped the darkness of her past. Three years ago, she disappeared without a trace, leaving behind the brutal world of the mafia-and the man who once win her heart. But when a deadly secret resurfaces, she has no choice but to return to the one place she swore she'd never go back to. Luca DeLuca is the heir to the most feared crime syndicate in Italy-ruthless, calculating, and utterly untouchable. When Sophia walks back into his life, she's no longer the vulnerable girl he left behind. She's stronger, colder... and hiding something. He wants answers. She wants to run. But when an old enemy emerges from the shadows, Sophia finds herself trapped between the past she can't outrun the man who refuses to let her go. Luca swore he'd never chase after a woman. This time, he'll burn the world down to keep her. Betrayal. Passion. Obsession. In a world of power and blood, love is the deadliest game of all./1/101275/coverorgin.jpg?v=86621928bffb0979dde8d6eb69b96a79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For The Ruthless Don's Regret
The crystal chandelier swayed violently above the dinner table. In that fraction of a second, time seemed to stop. My husband, Dante, didn't hesitate. He didn't reach for me. He dove across the table, tackling his "fragile" first love, Mia, to the floor. He shielded her body with his own. Gravity took over. The heavy metal slammed into my legs, crushing them instantly. While I lay buried under the debris, bleeding into the beige carpet, Dante was screaming for a medic—because Mia had a paper cut. It wasn't the first time he chose her. He had run my taxi off the road because she faked a fall. He gave her my dying father's antique rosary just because she thought it was a pretty accessory. But the final blow wasn't physical. While Dante was at a hotel comforting Mia through a "nightmare," he ignored the urgent calls to authorize my father's bone marrow transplant. My father died alone of infection because Dante was too busy playing hero to a liar. When Dante finally returned to the penthouse, expecting me to be waiting there to beg for his forgiveness, he found the house silent. He found the signed divorce papers in the fireplace. And then, he found the death certificate dated three days ago. I didn't leave a note. I didn't leave a fight. I just left him with the silence he deserved, and vanished into the night./1/106281/coverorgin.jpg?v=26a670f90dc7ebfd864daeda24bca6de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Faked Death, I Married The Don
I was arranging white lilies on the cold marble of my husband's grave when I saw a ghost. Walking through the cemetery gates was a man who looked exactly like my dead husband, Dante. Logic said it was his twin brother, Matteo. But a wife knows the slope of a man's shoulders. She knows the arrogant tilt of his chin. My husband hadn't been blown up in a car bomb three years ago. He had faked his death to steal his brother's rank, his fortune, and his mistress. For three years, I had forced our son, Leo, to kiss a photograph goodnight. We lived in a damp, peeling apartment, surviving on the "charity" of the Family. Meanwhile, Dante was living in a mansion, driving cars that cost more than my life, playing house with another woman. When he came to our cramped apartment to drop off the monthly "pension" money, pretending to be Uncle Matteo, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at his watch. When Leo ran to hug him, shouting "Papa," Dante peeled the boy's small arms off his expensive suit like he was removing a piece of lint. "Don't call me that," he snapped. "I am your Uncle." My grief turned into ice. He chose another woman's comfort over his own son's hunger. I grabbed Leo's hand and walked out the door. "You walk away, and you get nothing!" Dante shouted after me. "You'll be on the street!" I didn't stop. I walked straight to the black SUV idling at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Salvatore Vitiello. The Don. The most lethal man in the city. "Get in, Elena," he commanded. I opened the door and slid onto the leather seat next to the devil himself. As we drove away, leaving my husband in the dust, I realized I had just traded a liar for a killer. And I didn't regret it for a second./0/84067/coverorgin.jpg?v=baaf0bedb7c4be852374df914fdcf1fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Own Hell
A phone call from my oldest friend, Wendy, ripped through the quiet of my garage. Her panicked voice claimed ruthless bikers had taken her, demanding I fix their custom bikes for her freedom. Without a second thought, I sped into the Mojave desert to rescue her. But when I arrived, Wendy betrayed me, knocking me out and delivering me to a biker gang. I came to, discovering the bikes-thirteen identical, menacing machines-were ones I had custom-built years ago for their enigmatic leader, Deacon. Imprisoned in a foul container, I risked everything, engraving my unique mechanic's mark on a spark plug for Mama Fuller to relay to Deacon, hoping he'd remember me. Yet, Wendy, my supposed sister, shrieked out my secret to Ryan, the gang' s sadistic interim leader. He retaliated by shooting Mama Fuller and throwing a gun on the floor, demanding Wendy and I fight to the death. As I lunged for the weapon, bracing for the worst, I couldn't comprehend how my life had plunged into such a brutal nightmare. Now, trapped in a world of violence and betrayal, I must confront the past I thought I'd buried and fight for a future I never imagined./0/51841/coverorgin.jpg?v=6efd0852a4965219c543e02da2128aca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
LET ME GO MR HEARTLESS
SYNOPSIS WARNING!!! THE BOOK CONTAINS VIOLENT AND GROSS LANGUAGES In life it is always said that for each decision and step you take there is a consequence. Pain!!! Pain!!! That is the only thing that Zoey has always experience in life. Zoey having been a victim and survival of an assassination carried on the life of her parents and her sibling. Her life has always been a struggle, happiness has always been out of her reach. Her life for a normal life seems to go further when she encountered the most deadly and feared Mafia leader in the entire country. She was held captive and turned to a slave by the ruthless Asher Dawnson. The journey begins between these two, but neither of them are ready for the storms heading their way. A storm that only held promises of broken hearts and perhaps, death./0/64356/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbc1ba754b4e62c4e2896b7fa7befed9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold To The Mafia Heir
Sold to the highest bidder to pay off a blood feud, I never imagined I would be the pawn in my father's fatal game. Still, here I am before Enzo De Luca, the most vicious mafia leader in the city. Though appealing, he is cold, deliberate, and as lethal. Though my heart races just from his proximity, it is his touch that ignites me. My body betrays me and reacts to him in ways I am powerless over. And I melt as he softly, commandingly says my name. Enzo loves neither me nor another. In his deadly kingdom, I am only another bargain, another transaction. But every time we are alone, the conflict between us snaps-desire becomes a terrible addiction. Although I detest him for everything he stands for, I yearn for the way he consumes me, body and soul. He has made it quite evident-our marriage is more about power than love. Still, every angry gaze and every snatched moment in the shadow reveals something different. Benevolent underneath his icy façade lies something broken that appeals to the darkest sides of me. But depending on a man like Enzo may mean losing everything. Bound to him now, for better or worse, I am caught in a world where loyalty is brittle and treachery carries a bullet. Our friendship gets more perilous the more truths about his empire I find. And as the past calls for us, I have to question myself: will our passion be the thing that ruins us both or can I survive loving a guy like Enzo De Luca? Burning in his arms is me. But in his universe, I could roast alive./1/110818/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac50f554f4ed9569be28904e7049b6ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dead Bride's Vicious Mafia Comeback
A year ago, my husband Marco traded my life for a political alliance. I watched his mistress's taillights fade into the dark as the freezing waters of Lake Michigan swallowed me whole. They called my drowning a tragic accident and burned a fake body before anyone could demand an autopsy. Tonight, Marco is marrying that same mistress, Isabella, in a lavish ballroom filled with Chicago's underworld elites. They even conceived a child during my mourning period, a deadly sin in our traditional Mafia family. They thought I was rotting at the bottom of the lake, completely forgotten. But they didn't know I had survived, bleeding through brutal underground training just to crawl my way back. When the wedding venue plunged into darkness and a single spotlight hit me standing there in a white mourning gown, Marco dropped his glass. "Arabella? No... you're dead," he choked out, his face draining of blood. Isabella shrieked, looking like she had seen the devil himself. Did they really think a little water could wash away our sacred vows? They stole my life, my name, and my family, expecting me to stay a compliant ghost forever so they could secure their power. I smiled coldly as I handed the Mafia Don a decree of absolute protection from The Commission. I am Arabella Stark, and my vendetta only ends when they drown in their own blood./0/51372/coverorgin.jpg?v=84143bdc4055c712bb6acd8171e3dca1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vengeful Alliances
Blurb: Krissy lives in a world surrounded by ruthless men. At their head is Kostya Roman, the most heartless kingpin of all. She is protected, yet caged, cherished, yet kept at bay. He vowed to protect her and give her anything she needs, except his heart. He promised to always have her back. He lied. Kostya would destroy the woman he loves to avenge the one he lost. He lives for his Bratva and his vengeance. Krissy is the only thing that’s good about him. And he will wreck her./1/103622/coverorgin.jpg?v=d99e8d7a88f9f0253869f10dbc947e96&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife He Broke In Rain
My husband, the ruthless Don of Chicago, forced me to kneel in the freezing mud to apologize to his mistress. He believed her fake tears over my dignity. While the icy rain soaked through my dress, a sharp, jagged cramp seized my body. I screamed for him, begging for help as I felt the life slipping out of me. But Dante didn't move. He just lit a cigarette, his eyes cold as steel. "Get up when you are ready to learn respect," he said. He walked inside with her, locking the door and leaving me to bleed out in the storm. I lost the baby that night. The doctors told me the damage was permanent—I was barren. I thought that was the bottom, but I was wrong. When I returned to the estate, a ghost in my own home, he threw me into a flooded cellar full of rats because Elena accused me of poisoning her son. He tortured me for days to protect a child that wasn't even his. That was the moment the love died. So, while he was away on business, I didn't just pack a bag. I executed a plan three years in the making. I vanished. But before I disappeared, I left him a gift on his desk. A USB drive containing the security footage of Elena’s lies, the medical report of the miscarriage he caused, and a paternity test proving he had destroyed his true family for a stranger's bastard. By the time he fell to his knees screaming my name, I was already gone./0/80939/coverorgin.jpg?v=407191ff96baf99ea26d3539f9902be9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Silence That Screamed
My life was a perpetual grind, a blur of diner shifts and endless cleaning jobs. Every ache, every sleepless night was for him, for Mike, and the "debt" he owed to the terrifying Desert Scorpions motorcycle gang. Fifty thousand dollars, he said, or they'd kill him. I sold my mother's locket, praying it would buy his safety, buy our future. My son, six-year-old Leo, coughed beside me, his asthma worsening, the inhaler almost empty. I kept telling him, "Mommy's getting the money, sweetie. Daddy's going to be safe, and then we can get you the best doctor." But one night, Leo's struggle for breath became a desperate fight for air. Panic seizing me, I scooped up his limp body, clutching the crumpled "debt" money, and ran into the street. "Children's clinic, fast!" I screamed to the cab driver. The city lights blurred, Leo gasped, and then, a terrible, final silence filled my arms. He was gone. My baby was gone. Numb, I stumbled towards the warehouse Mike described, Leo's cold ashes in my bag, still with the money for his "contact." But then, Mike's voice drifted out, light and cruel: "This 'Scorpion' scare was genius. Got her working like a dog." "So, no actual threat?" I heard. "Nah. Just needed to keep her on the hook. Tiffany's wanting that new kitchen, and Cody's birthday is next month." My world shattered. Leo died for a lie. The money felt like poison, his ashes like lead. A cold, hard resolve solidified in my heart. Mike Johnson would pay./0/56222/coverorgin.jpg?v=3a00858a16cd904a753f99577efd38e4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Blood Ties:Becoming A Mobster’s Wife
After being thrown out of the orphanage she grew up in when she turned 18 and was not adopted, Cyan goes backpacking across neighboring cities in the USA subtly aware of the dark Mafia world but not even knowing her last name. Unknown to her, Cyan suffers from psychogenic amnesia due to past childhood traumas. Cyan goes through hell, selling her belongings one after another to survive the harsh reality of living on the streets. After exhausting all of her survival resources and with nowhere else to go, Cyan ends up in the deadliest place yet. On Roman Moretti’s property. Roman Moretti, the youngest but deadliest Capo the Cosa Nostra has seen yet. Roman creates a world of disaster, turmoil and total bloodbath after his daughter is kidnapped. Enraged, he kills and maims as he searches for her, until he stops in his tracks when he encounters a broken Cyan. The sudden urge to protect her overpowers the dark logic of the mafia world and soon, Roman plots against those who betrayed him using Cyan as bait. He marries her and shows her off to the Cosa Nostra ring, making a statement. He is determined to find his daughter who he was sure was kidnapped within the Cosa Nostra ring, but Cyan becomes a weakness he never sees coming. With secrets buried a lifetime long deep, Cyan turns out to be the missing key in finding his beloved daughter./1/104092/coverorgin.jpg?v=6673620809f8eccdfcd0d74cb3dce49f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Chose Her, Now Watch Me Disappear
On our fifth anniversary, my husband Dante gave me a unique gift: he burned my business to the ground. Why? Because a shopkeeper had been rude to Sofia, the fragile ward he swore to protect. While I waited in our penthouse, he was comforting her in front of the flames. But that was just the beginning. When I finally snapped and confronted Sofia for mocking our marriage, she cut her own arm and screamed for help. Dante didn't hesitate. He shot me. He put a bullet through my hand to save her. Then, to "discipline" me, he dragged me to the cellar and waterboarded me—using my deepest trauma against me—until I admitted to a crime I didn't commit. I endured it all, thinking he still loved me in his twisted way. Until the day we were ambushed at the docks. The enemy held a gun to my head and a knife to Sofia’s throat. "Choose," the gunman said. "The Queen or the Ward?" Dante looked at me. He calculated that I was strong enough to survive, but Sofia would break. "Let the girl go," he said. He watched as the gunman pulled the trigger on me. As I fell backward into the freezing ocean, bleeding from a chest wound, Dante screamed my name. He thought he had killed me. He didn't know I was wearing a Kevlar vest. He didn't know that while he was mourning his dead wife, I was already planning my escape. Dante Moretti thinks his Queen is dead. I intend to keep it that way./0/74369/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3f6e48018d6634d841db890e5c810c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
365 Days with Him
365 DAYS WITH HIM One Night. One Deal. 365 Days Mary Blackwood never imagined her carefully built life would come crashing down. At just 25, She's an epitome of beauty, an hourglass figure which could make men go crazy but that's not all she's the CEO of her father's multimillion-dollar empire. But when the company begins to collapse, in her hands desperation pushes her father to make a deal with the devil, Andrew De la Cruz, the cold, calculating mafia kingpin of San Andreas. The terms are simple: Andrew will invest $500 million to save their legacy. The price? Mary must become his wife for 365 days. But their story didn't start with the contract, it started with a single night. A night where passion burned away for all reason. A night where only the warmth of their bodies did the talking. A night that left Mary questioning everything. Now, standing face-to-face with Andrew, his cruel words cut deep: "That night meant nothing." Forced into a marriage neither of them wants, Mary is plunged into Andrew's treacherous world, a world where loyalty is scarce, betrayal is deadly, and love is a weakness. As they navigate their volatile relationship, the tension between them reignites, blurring the line between duty and desire. Yet, behind Andrew's ruthless exterior lies a man haunted by secrets and driven by a dangerous quest for power. And as Mary fights to hold her ground, she begins to wonder: was their one night together truly meaningless, or was it the spark that could set their world ablaze? One night brought them together. One year will decide their fate. In a world where power and deceit rule, will their love survive, or destroy them both? Would they find love in a marriage that was meant purely for business?./0/66391/coverorgin.jpg?v=b990e7ac62b4d96ce58cb09d22867320&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's possessions
His metallic gray eyes pierced into hers, and Jacqueline felt like he was luring her into his dark abyss. She took nervous steps backward, but she didn't know that he loved the chase and derived pleasure from watching her run.She knew she couldn't run nor hide from him, but there was no other option. He easily cornered her against the wall, trapping her there. One of his hands snaked around her tiny waist, and the other caged her between himself and the wall. "Tell me what you want, Jacqueline," he said, his hot breath fanning her neck. The moonlight cast a shadow on him, making him look like the devil he was. "What I want is to drag you to hell where people like you belong," she seethed. He let out a raw, deep chuckle that had her insides twisting."And you think you'll leave hell after dragging me there? Interesting," Alexander chuckled. "I'll make sure you won't get out of there. I'll make sure you have nowhere else to run but my arms. My name will be the only thing you can pronounce because it will be the only thing you think about, and when that happens, you'll be completely mine, Jacqueline," he said sinisterly. Trapped between love and war, Jacqueline must sail through if she intends to protect the people she loves./0/60916/coverorgin.jpg?v=73b1e635633099d7dbb915d0c4d206dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Mafia's Wild Desire
[DARK ROMANCE STORY] "Who sent you to me?" the man asked. His fingers traced every inch of Natalie's beautiful face. "No one." She remained expressionless. "Liar!" Mr. Vittorio grabbed Natalie's long hair with such force that she winced in pain. Tears finally dripped from her eyes. Natalie thought being imprisoned by her ex and losing her modeling career was the most horrible thing in her life. However, she was wrong. Being auctioned off and bought by Don Vittorio was far more horrifying than anything else!/0/89857/coverorgin.jpg?v=391083e7b491051c29ab8070205cba1f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Obsession.
Elena Vasquez never expected to cross paths with Dante Moretti, Manhattan's most ruthless mafia kingpin. But her boldness and beauty ignite an obsession he can't ignore. When she rejects him, Dante doesn't back down, he takes her, dragging her into a dark world ruled by power and danger. Trapped in his gilded cage, Elena refuses to be broken. Yet as their fierce clashes give way to a dangerous attraction, the lines between hate and desire begin to blur. Beneath Dante's ruthless exterior lies a secret that could destroy them both. Can Elena survive the man determined to own her or will obsession become her downfall?/0/78750/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a3b0d30365aa11a16bf976cfd057deb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Don Raffaele's Property
Evelyn Price, a 9 years old girl, was sold to an Italian Mafia by her father in exchange for money. Years later, She returns as a weapon made to seduce, fight, kill, and destroy. When she was auctioned to the highest bidder, Raffaele Romano, she discovered he wasn't like the other mafia lords. As she navigates her new life as Raffaele's property, She also battles between her mission for revenge and the unexpected emotions Raffaele awakens in her. In a world where loyalty is scarce and danger lurks at every corner, Evelyn must decide if she can trust Raffaele or if he is just another obstacle in her path to vengeance/0/53564/coverorgin.jpg?v=557141a885e284a713231cd919c57f4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
