Mafia Books for Women
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FURY OF HEART
Nothing is more deadly than a wounded heart in the world I have always known-where power, loyalty, and treachery prevail. I never imagined that one visit would cause everything to fall apart when I went to see Leo Volkov, the infamous mafia kingpin and ex-lover of my sister. The ruthless and merciless king of the Volkov empire, Leo, had been in a terrible car accident and I felt I might offer him something-anything-before it was too late. He vanished though when I got to the hospital. Discharged, vanished, leaving just questions and a gnawing sense of abandonment. The true shock set in when I got home and discovered my boyfriend, Dmitri Baranov, locked in a hug with my sister Mara. Betrayal hardly starts to cover the damage I experienced. The worst of all is also Cold as usual, my family hardly even looked at it. Always more worried with family reputation than with my own happiness, my mother chastised me for being "dramatic." She solely considered what would be best for the family, not what I needed. But when Leo gets back, exactly as volatile and deadly as before, I find myself dragged back into a world of secrets and revenge threatening everything. Between the broken bonds with my family, a renewed, forbidden connection to the guy who once held my heart, and a conspiracy that can ruin me, I have to choose whom to believe. More importantly, if he would even take me back, am I ready to risk it all for a second chance at love?/1/109406/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260329140907&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn to Refuse The Lord
I came with a mission to kill the Lord of the empire, Mark. "Lara, I am pleased with you." Fireworks bloomed above us as I looked down at Mark kneeling on one knee. The dagger hidden in my sleeve almost slipped from my grasp. "Are you willing to marry me as my wife, from now on, for a lifetime?" "Yes." The system's alarm rang sharply in my mind, urging me to complete my mission, but I still chose to move forward without hesitation. Reality, however, was far crueler than I expected. "Lara, as Mark's wife, you must not leave the palace for three years and, when the time comes, gracefully step down." "Okay," I answered lightly, just as I had agreed to his proposal. That night, flames swallowed my courtyard, the fire blazing high enough to erase everything I had endured. I thought it was my end. But when I opened my eyes, I was back to the day he proposed. The same fireworks. The same man on one knee. Only this time, Mark's eyes were filled with tears as he held my hand and whispered, "Lara, don't go."/1/116915/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fe8fbdf0ba087444dd486baf135ea46&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Mafia Marriage Contract Expires
I married the ruthless mafia Don, Zane Falcone, at seventeen to pay off my father's blood debt. For three years, I played the obedient wife, secretly hoping my childhood love would thaw his cold heart. But on our third anniversary, he left me dining alone, openly flaunting his cartel heiress mistress to the entire underworld. The final blow came when my father was dying in the hospital. I called Zane, begging for a car. "I am in the middle of entertaining our southern allies, Aria. Stop being dramatic." He hung up on me. Through the receiver, I could hear him dancing with his mistress. By the time I rushed to the hospital, my father was already dead. At the funeral, Zane abandoned me in the pouring rain to answer his mistress's phone call. When he finally came home, he didn't offer condolences. Instead, he ordered me to pack his mistress's bags. I handed him the divorce papers, telling him the debt was paid, but he tore them to shreds. "Nobody leaves the Famiglia! You are mine until you are dead!" Looking at his unhinged rage, a switch flipped inside my chest. I didn't understand why I had wasted my youth hoping to change a monster who saw me as nothing but a breathing contract. The next morning, I grabbed my fake passport, snapped my SIM card in half, and disappeared./0/65291/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250115110525&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dante's Second Chance
Annabelle's life has been a nightmare, trapped under her stepfather's abuse and doing whatever it takes to protect her sister. With a weak mother who's too blind to notice the horrors at home, Annabelle knows she has to get out. But her escape plan takes a wild turn when she gets hit by Dante's car and wakes up with no memory of her past. Dante is the ruthless mafia lord of Acadia, who has grown even worse since he lost his fiancée. Now, everyone trembles at the mention of his name. When Dante sees Annabelle, he decides she's his-and he's not letting go. Everyone who dares to hurt her would pay dearly. *********** "I want nothing to do with you," Annabelle says breathlessly. "You are mine and that is final," He declares. ********** As Annabelle tries to escape her demons, she's caught in a dangerous game where Dante's rules are the only ones that matter. Will she find a way to break free, or will she be drawn deeper into Dante's dark world?/1/117541/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526213256&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Abused Wife Is A Mafia Heiress
My mother sacrificed her youth, her secret Mafia Princess status, and her entire fortune to help my father rise to the rank of Capo. But in return, he flaunted his pregnant mistress and declared her unborn baby as his only true heir. When the mistress faked an assault and a miscarriage, my father blamed my mother without a second thought. He ordered his enforcers to drag her into a dark room, commanding them to violate her just like his rivals had done to her years ago. To escape the brutal humiliation, my mother jumped out of the second-floor window, her blood pooling on the cold concrete. My father looked down at her shattered body with utter disgust, claiming she was just playing dead to scare him. He didn't know that the mistress had framed her, and he didn't know the lost baby was never his. He also didn't know that my mother was not a helpless orphan, but the missing heir to the most powerful Syndicate in the country. Just as he slapped me across the face and demanded I kneel to his mistress, a fleet of armored SUVs slammed to a halt at the gates. The terrifying Don Rossi stepped out, staring at the blood on the ground and the red mark on my cheek. "We have been searching for our daughter for six years," the Don said, his voice like ice. "And I swear a brutal Vendetta against you."/0/99238/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106220731&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Shadow, A Billionaire's Tears
He broke my heart ninety-nine times, but it was the last one that finally killed my love for him. At his family's party, his new girl theatrically stumbled, pulling us both into the pool. My heavy gown dragged me down, and I gasped for air, reaching for him. But he shoved right past me. He saved her. Through the chlorinated water, I heard his voice, sharp and clear for everyone to hear. "Your life is no longer my problem." The world went silent. My love for him died in that pool. But the final humiliation came a week later, at a high-stakes poker game. He kissed her in front of everyone, a brutal, public execution of my worth. Then he looked straight at me, his voice booming across the silent room. "She's a much better kisser than you ever were." Later that night, I overheard him talking to his second-in-command. "I'll keep her around long enough to make Ellie jealous. Give it a few weeks. She'll come crawling back, begging me to take her back. She always does." My love, my pain, my heartbreak—it was all just a game to him. So I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I went home, opened my laptop, and applied to a university in New York. This wasn't a threat. This was a burial./0/58721/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526114733&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE MAFIA FAMILY BUSINESS
In the city of Ashwood, the Rossi family ruled with an iron fist. Don Giovanni Rossi, the patriarch, had built a criminal empire through blood, sweat, and tears. His son, Marco, was being groomed to take over, but his reckless ambition threatened to destroy everything. One night, Marco's mistakes caught up with him, and he was forced to flee. His sister, Sophia, a brilliant and ruthless lawyer, was left to clean up the mess. As she navigated the treacherous underworld, Sophia discovered a web of deceit and betrayal that threatened to destroy the family. With the help of a mysterious enforcer, Alessandro, Sophia fought to protect the Rossi family's power and legacy. But as the stakes grew higher, Sophia realized that the only way to save the family was to take it down from the inside./0/61537/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240910000322&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Bargain
The air crackled with tension. His hand, strong and warm, landed on my ass, a firm smack that resonated through the office. The sound was loud, echoing in the silence, and I let out a startled moan, "Oh..." My body tensed, anticipation and fear warring within me. “Do you want me to fuck you, Elena?” he asked again, his voice rough, a hint of a dangerous pleasure in it. I nodded again, a silent plea escaping my lips. He spanked me again, harder this time, the impact sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through me. “You're going to have to answer in words, Elena,” he said, his voice a dangerous purr. I swallowed, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes... please," I whispered, my voice breathless. He leaned closer, his gaze boring into mine. "Yes… please what?" “Yes please Alessio,” I whispered, my voice trembling. He laughed, a low, rumbling sound that sent chills down my spine. He raised his hand and brought it down, a resounding smack on my bare ass. "Wrong answer, try again." My eyes widened, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He was clearly enjoying this, relishing my discomfort, and I couldn't help but find it thrilling. "Yes please… daddy," I whispered, the word tasting like a surrender on my tongue. He smiled, a devilish glint in his eyes, a dark satisfaction radiating off him. “Well, not today, princess.” He turned me to face him, his hands guiding me until I was sitting on the table, my legs dangling over the edge. The intensity in his eyes hadn’t diminished, the promise of something more still hanging in the air. I witnessed a murder orchestrated by the Vincenzo family..... I was a captive at his mercy.../1/106278/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260119200428&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Wife: Saved By The Mafia King
I was sitting in the obstetrics clinic, rubbing my four-month bump, when a livestream popped up on my phone. It was my husband, Xander, exchanging vows with my illegitimate half-sister, Rissa. The caption read: "The Commission never ratified your marriage. You're just the incubator." My husband and my father had sworn they were at a critical mafia sit-down. But there they were on the screen, laughing. I called Xander. He answered, thinking he was slick, but he forgot to mute the room. "Two more years of acting like a saint," I heard him sneer to his men. "Fucking her is a chore. But she's worth fifty million in clean assets." My marriage was void. My child was considered a bastard by the Mafia code. When I confronted them later at the gala, Rissa threw herself to the ground, screaming that I attacked her. Xander shoved me. Hard. I hit the table, and as blood trickled down my legs, he didn't even look at me. He scooped Rissa up and stepped over my bleeding body like I was trash. They froze my accounts. They hunted me down to a cheap motel, planning to kill me once I signed over the trust fund. I was cornered by a mob in a dirty clinic, waiting for the final blow. But it never came. A hand caught the metal chair mid-air. Killian Qiro, the most dangerous man in Chicago, stood over me. "Who dares?" he growled, his eyes dark with lethal promise. "Who dares call a Qiro child a bastard?" He picked me up from the dirt. "Xander is a dead man walking," he whispered against my hair. "He just doesn't know it yet."/0/84377/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204448&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Coyote, My Vendetta
The static-laced call from Matthew was a punch to the gut. He was my partner, my 'boyfriend,' and he was supposedly captured by El Martillo’s cartel. He demanded I bring half a million dollars, alone, to a remote warehouse, promising it was the only way to save him. I threw protocol out the window, raced through the Arizona heat, and walked into that dusty, desolate building, ready to face a cartel for him. But Matthew wasn't tied up or bruised. He was perfectly fine, and he took the money I’d risked my life for, handing it to El Martillo’s enforcer. Then, with a chillingly calm voice, he pointed at me and said, "And here’s a bonus for El Martillo. She’s a top-tier artist. Now let me go." The world tilted. My partner, the man I thought I loved, had sold me out. Before I could process the betrayal, his fist connected with my face, a brutal blow that knocked me to the ground. El Martillo’s men closed in, ready for a "welcome party" that meant my agonizing end. As their boots slammed into me, I saw a familiar tattoo on one of their necks—a coyote. My coyote. A design only one other person should know in such detail. Hope, sharp and desperate, cut through the pain. This wasn't the end. This was the beginning of my real mission./1/118637/coverorgin.jpg?v=81f32824c4d11d52af6c7ee6372c769c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Child She Lost,The Crown She Won
I surrendered my mafia inheritance and let my father exile me just to marry Silas. He was a broken soldier who knelt in the rain, claiming he gave up his territory to save me from a forced marriage. But when I went to surprise him with my pregnancy ultrasound, I overheard him laughing with the reigning Don I was supposed to marry. His downfall was a fake, a ploy so his mistress could seamlessly take my place. When I confronted them, his mistress pushed me onto the wet concrete. I woke up in the underground clinic, agonizing in pain, as Silas handed me a crushed pill. He told me the fall caused catastrophic tearing and the baby wouldn't survive, weeping as he claimed he had to abort it to save my life. But days later, his mistress walked into my room with white lilies. She smiled and told me Silas deliberately sacrificed our child to keep my blood clean for her rare illness transfusions. He murdered our baby just to ensure his mistress had no parasitic competition. Yet, he still held my hand every day, playing the devoted, grieving husband with flawless, sickening perfection. The full scope of his betrayal didn't bring tears, but a ringing in my ears that awakened the dormant code of Vendetta in my blood. I picked up the phone to call my ruthless father. "I will give you absolute supremacy, Papa." This time, I would swallow their territories whole and ascend the throne alone./0/58722/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240926154659&imageMogr2/format/webp)
UNMASKING FATE
the air heavy with tension. Seraphina, determined and desperate, had managed to lure Lucien outside under the pretence of needing fresh air. She walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the marble floor as Lucien followed, intrigued by her sudden change in demeanour. As they reached the secluded garden, Seraphina turned to face Lucien, her eyes filled with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "Thank you for bringing me here," she said softly. Lucien stepped closer, his gaze intense. "Why do I feel like you're up to something?" Seraphina smiled faintly. "Maybe because I am." Before Lucien could react, she swiftly moved behind him, a cloth soaked in chloroform in her hand. She pressed it against his face, and he struggled for a moment before his body went limp. Saraphina's heart pounded in her chest as she signalled to her accomplice, who emerged from the shadows to help carry Lucien to a waiting car. Lucien slowly regained consciousness, the world coming into focus in a dimly lit, unfinished building. He was tied to a chair, his head throbbing. As he lifted his gaze, he saw Saraphina standing before him, holding a gun. Her long, black hair descended over her shoulders, framing her bold, oceanic eyes that glinted with fierce determination. "Damn," Lucien thought, despite the situation. "She's beautiful. Who is she?" Saraphina's voice was steady, though her heart raced. "I need you to take me to Lucien Salvatore." Lucien smirked, hiding his surprise. "And you think this is the way to do it?" Saraphina's eyes narrowed. "I don't care what you think. You're going to help me, whether you like it or not." Lucien leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're braver than I thought. But you have no idea what you're getting into." Seraphina stepped closer, her grip on the gun tightening. "Then enlighten me." The tension in the air was palpable, their fates now intertwined in a dangerous dance of power and desire. Seraphina Devereux is the cherished yet rebellious daughter of Vincent Devereux, a man whose empire is built on fear, power, and unyielding control. Her life, ensconced in luxury and privilege, comes with a price: her freedom. When Vincent arranges her marriage to Allaire Moretti, a notorious and dangerous figure in the underworld, Seraphina's defiance reaches its breaking point. Trapped in a web of family loyalty and ruthless ambition, she knows she must escape before she becomes a pawn in a perilous game. Desperation leads her to the one man who can challenge even her father's formidable influence-Lucien Salvatore. A feared criminal mastermind from Colombia, Lucien's name is synonymous with danger, power, and a fortune built on the edge of a knife. His return to New York is driven by a personal vendetta, and his presence sends ripples of fear and fascination through the city's elite. Lucien is a man who bends the world to his will, and Saraphine sees in him the key to her salvation. Their paths cross at a masquerade ball, a glittering facade where secrets and identities are hidden behind ornate masks. Seraphine, determined and daring, approaches Lucien with a proposition: a marriage contract that would benefit them both. Lucien, intrigued by her audacity and beauty, sees an opportunity not just for power, but for a rare partnership in his relentless quest for revenge. In a world where alliances are fragile and betrayal is a constant shadow, Seraphina and Lucien must navigate a labyrinth of deceit, passion, and danger. As they delve deeper into their unholy alliance, they uncover secrets that could shatter their worlds. Seraphina's fight for autonomy clashes with Lucien's drive for vengeance, and together they face enemies on all sides-including those closest to them. Their journey is fraught with peril. Vincent, enraged by his daughter's defiance, unleashes his wrath, determined to bring her back under his control. Allaire Moretti, spurned and dangerous, seeks retribution, his ambitions entangled with violent intent. But Allaire's feelings for Seraphina are genuine, adding a tragic twist to the deadly game. He is determined to win her back, his love for her conflicting with his darker impulses. Amidst this chaos, Seraphina and Lucien's bond grows stronger, driven by mutual respect and a simmering attraction that neither can deny. Yet trust is a rare commodity in their world. As Lucien reveals the true extent of his plans, Seraphina must decide how far she is willing to go to reclaim her life. Will her alliance with Lucien be her salvation or her downfall? And can Lucien protect Seraphina from the enemies that encircle them both, while pursuing his ruthless agenda? In this electrifying tale of power, passion, and peril, Seraphine and Lucien's fates are intertwined in a deadly dance where love is a dangerous game, and freedom comes at the highest price. Will they emerge victorious against the forces that seek to destroy them, or will their ambitions and desires lead them to ruin?/1/100960/coverorgin.jpg?v=71debb59d3398aeb5194c03b9d5e8740&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For The Mafia King's Regret
On our seventh anniversary, the Capo dei Capi lit up the New York skyline with drones spelling my name, swearing on his life that I was his only Queen. Moments later, he abandoned me on the dock to rush to his mistress—my own sister, Sophia. Sophia sent me a photo of him kissing her belly with the caption: "He finally has a real woman. It's a boy." Lucien wanted an heir above all else. I was just the placeholder; she was the vessel. I didn't scream. I didn't confront him. I simply initiated Ghost Protocol. I left the wedding ring, signed the divorce papers, and erased Eleonora Marino from existence. By the time Lucien found the DNA test proving Sophia’s baby wasn't his—that he had betrayed his loyal wife for a lie—I was already gone. He executed my sister in a rage and spent his fortune burning down the world to find me. Six months later, he bought the high-security Swiss lab where I was hiding, forcing his way back into my life. He stood before me, gaunt and desperate. "I killed her, Nora. She paid for what she did to us. Come home." I looked at the man I had once worshipped. "Infidelity is a choice, Lucien. But murder? That is who you are." "We are enemies now."/0/52621/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260526042650&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Collided worlds
"What was the point of leaving a life where you had to spill blood for a living only to be stuck in a similar one?" After running away from her duties as the heir of the Demon, king of assassins, Katherine found herself in the modern world. A world her parents kept her away from. She immediately took a liking to the world before her and its people until she was kidnapped and encountered the a mafia leader whom she can't control her feelings around. Soon, they realize they face common enemies and must work together to win the upcoming war./0/91261/coverorgin.jpg?v=f0868933c48d2962d06c0962869aa417&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Contract with the Ruthless Mafia Billionaire
Lia Morgan is barely holding her life together until her brother steals from the wrong man. Kade Valen isn't just a billionaire CEO, he's the cold and ruthless head of the Crimson Circle, a secret crime empire that buries its enemies without a trace. And now, he owns her brother's fate. To save him, Lia is forced to sign a contract that sells her body...and freedom to Kade for one year, but what she doesn't expect is that the man behind the cold, brutal mask would become Possessive. Seductive. Addictive. As desires twist into obsession, Lia is caught between hating and craving him...but she soon learns that in Kade Valen's world, Love is the deadliest game of all./1/104089/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223557&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By Contract To The Ruthless Don
I threw a latte on the most dangerous man in New York and lived to tell about it. Dante Vitiello. The Capo dei Capi. A man rumored to cut out tongues for interrupting his dinner. Instead of a bullet to the brain, he handed me a black card and a terrifying ultimatum. "I need a fiancée," he told me, his eyes dead cold. To save my failing journalism career and my life, I signed a contract with the devil. I had to wear his massive diamond ring, smile for the cameras, and pretend to be the love of his life to stop a political mafia marriage. The rules were clear: Absolute obedience. Total exclusivity. And absolutely no feelings. But the performance started to feel dangerous. When a rival Don insulted me at a gala, Dante didn't just play the part—he threatened to butcher him in front of three hundred people. When I saw the jagged scars on his chest in the dead of night, I didn't see a monster; I saw a lonely protector. My investigation was supposed to expose him, but I was the one getting stripped bare. Then his cousin Rocco stormed in, calling me a disposable whore and a temporary pawn. I stood my ground, defending not just myself, but Dante too. Dante looked at me then, not as an asset, but as a woman he wanted to devour. He stepped closer, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. "I think we are going to have a problem with the clause about 'no feelings'."/1/102212/coverorgin.jpg?v=93c119b53e299dfe14eb33edbc670816&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BOUND TO THE MAFIA LORD
TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains physical harm, torture, explicit contents including- Dark themes, erotic sex scenes, non consensual situations. And mature topics including trauma, loss. While this is a romance story, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. - - - - - - - - - - - - "You're mine now," he breathed those words on my neck, his hands trailing down my body and stopping only to linger on my thighs. "I'm Axel Salvatore Rossi. And whatever I want- I get." * * * * * Bound to a man she barely knew, Olivia is confined to a world of games and organized crime. After her sister steals a priceless item, she's left to pay- with her existence being tied with the mafia lord, Axel. What starts as an unexpected encounter turns out to be something more. Passion ignites, past secrets are revealed, and an ex lover knocks at the door to interrupt a new beginning. Olivia must make a choice- play the game, or fight the players who play dirty.../1/104715/coverorgin.jpg?v=245d513837752ba97a49bfe80c3b33ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Honor to Serve the Mafia Princess
GIANNA RAINE The card with the 'Constantine De Graaf' written on it. That's the only clue that I got about the identity of the man that impregnated me. I'm not really interested in getting to know him...all I want is to inform him that I am pregnant. That's all. Then, I can move abroad and live a life with my baby as a single mom. But why am I staring at a familiar face? He had left as Elliott the bodyguard. All of a sudden, he's Constantine De Graaf?! CONSTANTINE I'm on cloud nine when Miss Gianna shows up in my office. But it all disappears when she reveals her purpose. WHO THE HELL DARE GETS HER PREGNANT?!!! WHEN I...NO! NO WAY! I'll do everything in my power to help her. For the meantime, I'll take care of her. Give everything she and the baby wants. I promised Miss Gianna that I'll help her find the father of the baby...but I didn't say alive./1/101117/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260110181400&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Promise
Trapped in a marriage built on cruelty and lies, Sophia had learned to hide her pain behind a perfect smile. Her husband, the charming guy she once believed in, had become a man she barely recognized. Dante, the ruthless mafia boss who bullied her in highschool resurfaced with one thing on his mind; revenge. But the moment he saw Sophia again, broken, but still beautiful and defiant, his plans begin to crumble and the line between hate and desire seemed to blur. She loved an angel. Married a monster. Now the devil wants her for himself./1/118638/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260604110242&imageMogr2/format/webp)
