Mafia Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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He Traded A Diamond For Cheap Glass
I was the "Ice Queen," the perfect Mafia wife who managed the De Luca empire's millions while my husband, Alessandro, played the part of the feared Underboss. I thought my silence and competence earned me respect. That was until I woke up in the estate's medical bay with a shattered leg. My saddle had snapped mid-jump. It wasn't wear and tear; it was sabotage. Lying in the dark, feigning sleep, I heard Alessandro whispering outside my door with his enforcer. "The buckle was filed down," the enforcer said urgently. "Aria tampered with it. She could have broken her neck." I waited for Alessandro’s rage. I waited for him to execute the mistress who tried to kill his wife. Instead, his voice was cold and dismissive. "Bury it," Alessandro ordered. "It’s just a broken leg. Aria was upset about the credit cards. She just wanted to teach Katarina a lesson." A lesson. My husband wasn't just cheating on me; he was protecting the woman who tried to cripple me. Three days later, at the Family Charity Gala, he humiliated me publicly. He outbid me for my grandmother's heirloom necklace and clasped it around Aria's neck while I watched from my wheelchair. He thought I was broken. He thought I was just a piece of furniture to be rearranged. He didn't know I had bugged the entire villa while I was recovering. He didn't know I had the recordings of what Aria was really doing when he wasn't looking. I gripped the USB drive in my pocket and signaled the tech team to lock the doors. The statue was broken, but he was about to learn that shattered ice is sharp enough to slit a throat./1/116921/coverorgin.jpg?v=0888eaf324e0edaf666ace4c7fb92820&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Forgiveness For The Broken Capo
I spent three years building an empire with my husband, Lorenzo, the ruthless Mafia Capo. But today, he forced me to kneel and pin a wedding gown on his pregnant mistress. "Sign the asset division papers and walk away with nothing," he ordered coldly. He wanted me gone so he could crown Vivian as the true mother of his bloodline. When I tried to leave with my own design blueprints, he ordered his men to smash my boutique to pieces. He shoved me onto the shattered glass, and a searing pain ripped through my abdomen. As I lay there bleeding out, my authentic pregnancy ultrasound slipped from my bag. Lorenzo thought it was a desperate lie. "Your dead fetus is paying the price for Vivian's true heir," he cursed. He tore the scan to shreds, locked the heavy steel shutters from the outside, and drove away with his mistress, leaving me to die in the dark. I lost my baby and my womb on that cold floor, all while he prepared a grand proposal for a woman who was secretly barren. He thought my quiet compliance meant I was broken. But I survived. Standing in the shadows of the International Syndicate Gala, I calmly plugged a burner phone into the master projection system. It was time to show the entire underworld her fake silicone belly, and watch Lorenzo's world burn to ashes./1/109784/coverorgin.jpg?v=d66933c5d35d3955fb16ad7b93ba1f2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Melting His Iced Heart
The sound of loud slapping windows jolted her from her sleep. She carefully got down from the bed, walking towards the window to shut it closed. She froze instantly, turning cold with fear at the familiar figure standing right outside her window. She staggered backwards. "No," she shook her head in disbelief, but that didn't stop him from jumping through her window. She ran for the door, desperately trying to unlock it, but it wasn't even budging. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms clammy, and then she felt his large presence behind her, slamming his hand on the door right beside her head. She slowly turned to find those cold gray eyes staring at her. She trembled. "H-how did you f-find me?" A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, his eyes shining with an evil glint. "Didn't I tell you, Lilian? You run, I chase." His hand shot to her throat, his thumb caressing it gently, and then he covered the distance between them, leaning in for his hot breath to fan her neck. His hand held her small waist, pulling her impossibly closer to himself. "Now you must be punished, princess." In a bid to escape her cold husband and her cruel family, Lilian finds herself in an even more dangerous situation that either mends or breaks her./1/111082/coverorgin.jpg?v=2954a16ffee636d38bfa27d2a4b20d15&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Escaping the Pawn, Ensnaring the Don
"My father sold me to a sixty-year-old monster to clear his gambling debts. So, I made a desperate gamble of my own." Seventeen-year-old Isabella Rossi has two choices: become the broken plaything of a sadistic mafia Capo, or do the unthinkable. She chooses the latter. Sneaking into a high-end speakeasy, she slips an aphrodisiac into the whiskey of the deadliest man in New York—Damien Falcone, the ruthless Underboss of the Falcone family. Her plan was simple: steal his seed, secure his protection, and run. But you don’t drug a predator and expect to walk away. When Damien wakes up, he doesn’t kill her. Instead, he claims her. "You intercepted a delivery meant for my enemy. Turns out, it was you. Now, you are my Collateral."/0/83504/coverorgin.jpg?v=9352d9402ea2be176794ab12474b135b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I am His!
Born into a legacy of power, privilege, and bloodshed, she's known only a life behind mansion gates-where even friends are assigned, choices are made for her, and cake for breakfast is a normal dilemma. But when her family arranges a marriage with a stranger from a rival empire, she decides it's time to break free. Dressed as a servant, identity erased, she climbs the wall that separates her from the world she's never known. But freedom comes at a cost. Just as she's about to leap into the unknown, the night ignites in flames and screams. Her home burns. Her family falls. And from her perch above it all, she watches in horror as the only life she's ever known is destroyed. "Mummy!" she cries, but no one hears her. Because she was never meant to escape-she was meant to disappear. A coming-of-age mafia thriller where one girl's quest for freedom collides with a brutal betrayal, and survival becomes her only choice./0/56575/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e149252a7178af8e2dcbcb541f9efd2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Inlove
Bang! Bang! Loud gunshots all around. I look around to find my son and my wife, they are missing, d*mn. "Daddy Zach!" I heard my son scream at their damn father. A long short story, I will explain it, but soon. "D*mn, baby come here to papa Rus!" I called the twins and they immediately came. "Where is your dad?" I'm nervous to ask here. They are crying. "Okay, shhhh papa Rus is here, don't cry baby." "Papa Rus, dada and papa Zach are missing.." cried one of the twins. "Okay, I'll find them okay?" He nodded while wiping away the tears. I really need to find them, especially my Sail. "Stay here and don't ever go out okay?" I kissed them both on the forehead before leaving. I never thought that one of our enemy's men would be able to shoot me, I was shot in the shoulder. I saw Sail on the side, he was sitting with his yellow hands covering his ears, I look at Zach who is fighting Helvet, our enemy. I first shot the gun at the person standing next to me, it hit him right. "Sail! Shhh let's go!" I tried to pull it but he didn't want to leave Zach. "No! Zach, Zach is here I won't leave him!" I sighed and carried him in a bridal style, it was struggling but I was strong, I lowered it to where the twins were hiding. "Please Rus, bring Zach back." I slowly nod even though feeling a heavy feeling inside my chest. He loves Zach. I went to the devil who was shooting a while ago. "Zach! Let's go!" I called here during the shooting, when he saw me he yelled at me angrily. "F*ck you left them?!" He responded angrily to me. "Sail wants me to go back with you so shut up!" I left there to go to Sail but then... Helvet... he was holding the twins while Sail was lying on his chin, Sail is dead... and my son in his tummy... my son.. yes Sail is pregnant with my child./0/57873/coverorgin.jpg?v=869399cb99772c8b062790b2adc162b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vincenzo's Obsession
Anya has spent her whole life feeling trapped-by her sad past, a weird illness, and her evil uncle who now wants to sell her to a ruthless mafia boss. Freaked out, she runs away-only to end up right in the hands of the very guy she was trying to escape. Vincenzo is cold, scary, and everyone fears him. But instead of hurting her, he keeps her safe. As they start figuring out all the lies and betrayals around them, Anya realizes she's tired of being weak. She's done running-it's time to fight back. But with secrets spilling out and danger getting closer, Anya has to face everything she's been running from. Her past. Her fears. And the truth about who she really is. Will she finally break free, or will the darkness win in the end?/1/103296/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f3f75a1dc641ac00f4f5532c2e5e680&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Final Score: When The Wife Walks Away
I didn't keep a ledger to save my marriage to the Chicago Underboss. I kept it to justify ending it. Every time Blake chose his "childhood friend" Ariana over me, I deducted points. When he left me burning in a gallery fire to save her? Minus twenty. When he gave her my grandmother's brooch? Minus fifteen. But the score finally hit zero on the night of the storm. Blake abandoned me at a cemetery with a broken leg because Ariana called him about a flat tire. Alone in the rain, unable to run, I was struck by a semi-truck. As I bled out on the operating table, the doctors begged Blake—the head trauma surgeon—for the O-negative blood reserve codes. He refused. He ordered them to save the blood for Ariana, just in case her "panic attack" turned into shock. He didn't know the dying patient was his wife. Because of that decision, my body shut down to protect my vital organs. I survived, but the eight-week-old heartbeat inside me stopped. He killed his own son to treat his mistress's anxiety. I woke up in an empty room and pulled out the black book one last time. "Minus five points. Killed our child for her reserve." I signed the divorce papers, wiped my fingerprints from the penthouse, and vanished. Two years later, I returned to Chicago as a celebrated architect. And the man who once ruled the city was kneeling in the rain at my feet, begging for a love he had already slaughtered./1/116923/coverorgin.jpg?v=eedcdc6f1f7f8340bf64e0cb43888aca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Enemy: The Jilted Queen
I was seven months pregnant with the Falcone mafia heir when his mother slid a stack of hush money across the table. That was how I found out my husband had completely forged our marriage registry. He was legally married to someone else—Gianna, the orphan girl I had taken a knife for and bled on the asphalt to save five years ago. To protect his real wife's position, his mother demanded my "bastard" child be erased and shoved me down the grand staircase. Xander was standing right below us. He reached out, but when he saw his mother's warning glare, he made a cold, calculated choice and deliberately pulled his hand back. He just watched me fall. My body slammed against the hard wooden steps, and I woke up in a sterile hospital bed with a flat stomach. My baby was gone. My father took a bullet to the heart to save Xander's life when we were kids. I gave up everything for him, yet he degraded me to a hidden mistress while dressing the traitorous girl I saved in five-million-dollar diamonds. Gianna even barged into my hospital room, rubbing her own swollen belly to mock my dead child. I didn't scream or cry. I just calmly pulled out my encrypted phone, retrieved the hidden security footage of Xander letting me fall, and dialed the rival syndicate's Don. "I possess leverage that will dismantle Xander Falcone's standing. Are you interested?"/0/64363/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a1824700a96eb8b5c6b72a4c56ad4d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Arranged To The Masked Mafia King
One casual visit to her father's study; an unplanned collision with the malevolent Russian Bratva mafia boss plunged her life into a downward spiral. Forced to marry him for an alliance that bordered on keeping her family's business stronger, she had no choice but to accept her fate after an unsuccessful attempt at absconding right before the wedding. But with each new discovery about him, she realized that the masked husband she despised so much had several layers that tugged at her heartstrings, giving her no choice but to fall deeply for him. However, what happens when the dreary and dark secrets from his past resurfaces and threatens to disrupt not just their blooming relationship and his position as Capo, but their existence as well?/0/55603/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d039b2516fdc51b8d199dfccfa67c10&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Monster's Nemesis
"You only live, die and kill for your family." Lilliana Moretti was born and raised to be used against one of the most ruthless Crime Families of Chicago - the Romanos. Nothing could stop her to avenge the death of her mother and infant brother as she marked her prey - Dominic Romano. Well, Dominic didn't incur the reputation of a notorious playboy and a ruthless mafia for no reason. But Lilliana deliberately crossed paths with him, and when she was about the win the game, secrets of the buried past were unearthed and left her shattered. Does love stand a chance in the face an age-old feud? Come and witness the uphill battle between two crime families that unleashed chaos like never before. While the two people were out for each other's blood with bleeding hearts, little did they realize their love was more lethal than their hatred for each other./1/116924/coverorgin.jpg?v=21108254109146e1b1d1a905427bd900&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rescued And Claimed By The Underworld Boss
For six years, I guarded my fiancé's empty grave through blizzards and thunderstorms, surviving multiple suicide attempts because the guilt of his fatal car crash was eating me alive. Until an anonymous message led me to a luxury penthouse, where I found him perfectly healthy, his arms wrapped around his former secretary's pregnant belly. He had faked his own death to escape his mafia blood oath, keep the dirty money, and dump me. When I confronted him, he violently shoved me into a stone fireplace, leaving me bleeding out on the marble floor. "If anything happens to my new family, I will enact a Vendetta on you that will make the last six years look like a joke." To protect his pristine facade, he threatened to cancel my dying adoptive mother's heart transplant unless I publicly confessed to being a delusional stalker. I complied, but his mistress still snuck into the ICU, verbally abused my mother, and bribed the organ broker to back out. My mother flatlined right in front of me. I didn't understand how the man I had mourned for over two thousand days could watch me freeze in the snow for a box of dirt, only to coldly orchestrate the murder of my only family. Holding my mother's ashes, I scheduled a video exposing his dirty money, and jumped off the cross-river bridge. But I didn't die. When I opened my eyes, the city's most lethal Mafia Don was standing by my bed, offering me a gun and a throne built from their ashes./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./1/103298/coverorgin.jpg?v=842e97caadac65300d33897a24bb6fb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Runaway Fiancée: Claimed By The Rival
I watched the man I was contractually bound to marry dive into the freezing water. But he wasn't swimming toward me. Only seconds prior, his mistress had shoved me into the ornamental pool. I struggled to surface, my heavy silk dress dragging me down like a lead weight. Jax, the ruthless Underboss of Chicago, swam right past me. He reached for the woman who had pushed me, scooping her up as she faked a leg cramp. He carried her out, stepping over my hand as I clawed at the slippery edge. Every Capo and soldier in the underworld watched the heir choose a jersey chaser over his fiancée. "You are making a scene, Eliana," Jax said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Go home." He didn't offer a hand. He ordered me away like a disobedient dog. Later that night, when I tried to return his ring, his mistress laughed and shoved me down a flight of stairs. I lay at the bottom, broken and bleeding. Jax didn't check if I was alive. He comforted her instead. To him, I was just furniture. A guarantee. He thought he had broken me. He thought I had nowhere to go because our families were allied. He was wrong. I left the five-carat diamond on the table. I left my car keys on the dashboard at O'Hare Airport. I didn't just run away. I boarded a one-way flight to New York to join his mortal enemy, the Tran Syndicate. Jax Little thought he owned the board. He didn't realize the Queen had just defected./0/52684/coverorgin.jpg?v=875f21f286dfdba528146ce13c5a2da6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Maid
Haunted by her past, Isabella flees the dangers of her life and finds herself ensnared by the alluring and mysterious Nate. As their attraction grows, so does the threat to their relationship. Isabella must decide whether to risk everything for love or run from the man who has become her salvation./0/75071/coverorgin.jpg?v=18bff88d26f6aab89e89dd8573d853ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Innocent Who is Trapped Mafia Love
Clara stood in the middle of the glass room with her transparent clothes, holding back her embarrassment while trying to cover her body with both hands. There were cheers from outside the glass room and naughty looks from the hungry men. "1 million," "5 million," "7 million," Everyone placed a bet on Clara at a fairly low price, tears kept going to roll down Clara's rosy cheeks. Her body was almost shaky and she couldn't meet everyone's eyes, she was like a kitten amidst a hungry lion. "50 million," A man's voice that surprised her made their eyes meet. A most dangerous mafia chief raises his betting cards and shocks everyone. Steven looked at Clara with a grin, as if he was ready to eat Clara alive. His eyes were sharp like a wolf's, and it was him./1/116925/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2cad8a4d43ab79e0c4f0f3a448208cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Out Of Shadows: The Invisible Girl Shines
For three years, I was the secret lover of Julian, the ruthless Heir of the Moretti Mafia Family. But at the Underworld's Loyalty Game, he publicly humiliated me to secure his crown. He announced his betrothal to a powerful mafia princess, telling the laughing crowd that I was just a desperate, low-ranking soldier's daughter who meant nothing to him. "A mere soldier's daughter is not my type, and she never will be." He let his men mock me and vandalize my belongings with the word 'whore'. He even snatched my umbrella in the freezing rain to shield his new queen, leaving me completely soaked and shivering. When I tried to secretly escape, he intercepted my courier and tore my forged passport to pieces. He arrogantly ordered me to stay in his territory as a lowly desk worker, promising to visit my bed only in the dark after he married his new wife. My heart died completely. I finally understood that his vows of protection were just lies, and I was nothing more than a caged animal for his amusement. So, on the night he publicly crowned his new queen, I bypassed his guards and fled the country forever. Four years later, the now-terrifying Don tracked me down to Paris. He dropped to his bloodied knees in the street, crying and begging me to come back. I just looked at him calmly and walked away./1/114005/coverorgin.jpg?v=166b05ab4a87c4aebe06bc9177227cbb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In The Wrong Mafia Don's Bed
When our family empire crumbled, my sister and I were sold off as collateral to the Chicago Outfit. My fierce sister Frankie was forced to marry Damien Moretti, the terrifying Don. I was shackled to his brother Leo, a notorious, degenerate playboy. I thought my life was over, but the real nightmare began on our wedding night. A terrified maid handed me the wrong room key. Exhausted and numb, I crawled into a dark honeymoon suite, praying my new husband would be too drunk to find me. Instead, the heavy door opened, and a man fueled by a drug-laced drink stepped in. He was ruthless, punishing, and entirely stripped away my dignity in the pitch black. When the morning light finally broke, I turned my head, expecting to see Leo's boyish face. Instead, I saw a profile carved from ice. Damien Moretti. The Don. My sister's husband. The very man who had previously called me a "liability" and ruined my life. When he realized who I was, his eyes filled with absolute, chilling disgust. He dragged me out of the ruined sheets, threw me onto the floor of a freezing shower, and demanded to know why I had sneaked into his suite. "You ruined me. How am I supposed to look at Frankie? You should have just killed me. Kill me now, Damien. It would be a mercy compared to this." I sobbed, the freezing water mingling with my tears. He just stared down at me with cold, unreadable intent. I was now trapped in a house of monsters, carrying the Don's darkest secret, and I had to figure out how to survive without destroying my sister./1/110761/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f62be146d32e2421625ed7e8223ae22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My lover's revenge after my death
Five years after my death, the street punk banished by the Mafia family returned to this soil as a highly respected Godfather. He didn't come back for turf or business. He came for revenge. He wanted to make me regret the day I "betrayed" him. He framed my father as a rat. He locked my mother in a pitch-black basement until she went blind. He crippled my brother's right arm, stripping away his gift as a top-tier sniper forever. To find me and exact his vengeance personally, he had turned himself into a monster. "She’s dead! She’s been dead!" my brother roared. "Five years ago! When The Commission sent hitters after you, she took the fall! She burned to ashes so you could live!"/1/100379/coverorgin.jpg?v=c68d4fe770d4cfc34b0ab04c234223d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
