Mafia Books for Women
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Twisted Loyalties
What if you, a human married a Mafia werewolf? Crazy isn't it? Well, a typical suburban girl, in an attempt to revenge the death of her mother, gets married to a billionaire who is actually a Mafia/Werewolf. What a thrill! Along the line, the typical human girl turns into a wolf. Plus a pack built on trust and honesty is formed. This story is an adventure of a lifetime!/1/116926/coverorgin.jpg?v=f121eb795d9812d706a656eecb4ebfec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Never Saw Me
For ten years, I labored in the shadows to build a massive underworld empire for Cassius, the mafia Underboss I secretly loved. He promised me marriage and the title of Capo over the smuggling network I created with my own blood. But at the syndicate banquet, he handed my throne to Serena, a sheltered mafia princess who had never touched a gun. I was publicly shoved to the bottom of the structure I built, named a mere soldier under her command. Cassius warned me not to make a scene, telling me the family needed a bloodline representative. He offered me a hidden payoff and a secret wedding, expecting me to keep cleaning up Serena's bloody messes in the dark. Serena looked at me with innocent eyes, claiming my life's work as her own territory. I looked at the man I had taken three bullets for. I remembered biting down on a leather strap in an underground clinic to protect his secrets, while he stood there reducing a decade of my devotion to a dirty little secret. I didn't cry or beg. I simply unclasped my family crest and dropped it onto the marble floor. Then, I pulled out my phone and accepted the absolute autonomy offered by the rival Sicilian syndicate. "I am permanently severing all ties." This time, I would build an empire that belonged solely to me./1/103629/coverorgin.jpg?v=a320b61e739dade5560a7db1ca1514e9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Waitress Is Actually A Mafia Queen
I spent 365 days scrubbing floors as a waitress to test if my fiancé was a King. He thought I was just Blake, a poor girl with too many bills. He didn't know I was the daughter of the Capo dei Capi, the true owner of the East Coast. But it took only three seconds for him to fail the test. His mistress, Jaden, marched into the restaurant wearing a dress too tight for a place where deals were made in whispers. She treated me like a servant, throwing her keys at my chest. When I refused to bow to her, she slapped a tray of boiling hot tea onto my hand. The pain was blinding. My skin blistered instantly. I waited for Connor to defend me. I waited for him to show honor. Instead, he looked at his investors, panicked, and turned on me. "Apologize, Blake!" he screamed, desperate to keep the peace. "Kneel if you have to! Just make her happy!" He wanted a Queen to kneel to a mistress just to save his fragile ego. He had no idea I was the one holding the deed to his entire territory. I didn't kneel. I dropped his phone into the deep fryer and watched it sizzle. As my father's tactical team kicked down the doors, I untied my dirty apron. "I'm not fired, Connor," I said, watching the blood drain from his face. "I'm the landlord."/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./1/116770/coverorgin.jpg?v=b16fbc3eab64cb052eb640221f8ec19d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Reclaim His Dying Bride
When the back-alley doctor told me the cancer in my stomach had spread and I had maybe weeks left, my hand faltered. The ceramic figurine—a gift from a lover five years gone—slipped and shattered against the floorboards. Inside the broken clay was a stiff white card, stained at the corner with dried blood. A marker. One absolute favor from Silas Falcone, the most ruthless Don in New York's underworld. Five years ago, his mother threatened my sister's life to force me out. On that same day, I learned my body was already dying. To protect his succession, I staged a brutal betrayal—breaking his heart so he'd let me go, so he'd survive. Now, with weeks left to live, I redeemed the marker just to see him one last time. But when Silas arrived, his eyes held nothing but lethal ice. He coldly announced his arranged marriage to a rival family's daughter. His mother showed up and struck me across the face, calling me a worthless liability. I bit my tongue and hid my dying body's failure, ready to take the secret to my grave. Until Silas kicked down my door and found my medical file. The ruthless Boss who terrified the entire underworld dropped to his knees on my floor, his hands trembling. He renounced his Falcone inheritance, pulled me into his arms, and looked at his mother with murder in his eyes. "I will burn the Famiglia to the ground for her." ---/0/94869/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f9f3353f1a8f5ae6ff1e20f9e507fee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mafia Queen, My Substitute Heart
My perfect marriage to Don Dante Moretti, the most powerful man in the New York mob, ended the moment my father died. I was twenty-four, pregnant with his heir, and I believed I was his queen. But for two days, while I planned a funeral alone, my husband was unreachable. Then a friend sent me a photo. Dante in London, his hand tangled in the hair of the woman beside him. It was my cousin, Valentina. He came home with lies about a dead phone and a difficult summit. That night, I found his private journal, and my world disintegrated. He had married me because I had "Valentina’s eyes." I was a substitute. Our unborn child wasn't a product of love. It was a project. A girl he planned to name Elena, after Valentina, calling her a "perfect, tiny piece of the woman I can never truly possess." I wasn't his wife. I was a stand-in. The love I felt for him didn't just die. It was murdered. The next morning, I slid a folder across the kitchen island. "Donation forms," I said. He didn't even look before scrawling his signature on what were actually our finalized divorce papers. His arrogance was my weapon. As he slept beside me that night, smelling of lies and my cousin, I made an appointment at a private clinic. He wanted a legacy? I would give him nothing./0/61548/coverorgin.jpg?v=18a9814b0f8ce76e384310a9e1424f01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Married Mistress
He's a ruthless mafia kingpin. She's a married woman with a secret. Jason Dawson, a man who thrives on power and control, finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Sarah, a woman he meets at a hotel bar. Their one-night stand turns into a dangerous game of cat and mouse as Jason, fueled by a thirst for revenge, becomes obsessed with making Sarah his mistress. Can Sarah escape the clutches of a man who will stop at nothing to have her? Or will she become the Mafia's married mistress? One night. One mistake. One dangerous obsession./0/56855/coverorgin.jpg?v=47933f415a4319c53124e5bdcd0deac6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrothed to The Don.
Lucia I'm thrown into a world of chaos when I hear that my family is part of the Italian mafia. No, scratch that - my family is the Italian mafia - and as tradition states, I'll be getting married to the bratva head. My world is in shambles when I see how cold and ruthless my husband is. Despite how handsome and attractive he is, I give myself one assignment; stay as far away from him as possible. But as neither my body nor my heart gets the message, I have to think of a way to conceal my emotions from him. Ivan My life's purpose has always been to take over from my father as the head of the bratva. That's practically what I was born for; to kill and destroy. But for that to happen, I must get married, which isn't a problem since an arranged marriage to the Italian mafia princess has long been formed for us. What becomes a problem is the strange feelings that begin to steer within me the moment I'm married to my wife. Now I have another purpose added to the list; kill, destroy and love./0/76879/coverorgin.jpg?v=caf8918d21ced7b976b299c6d530aff2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE DEVIL'S BRIDE
Valentina De Luca has spent her life in the shadows of the mafia, raised by a father who once ruled with power but lost everything to greed. When her family's betrayal puts them at the mercy of the ruthless Costa crime empire, she becomes the price to be paid. A marriage contract, signed in blood. A life no longer her own.Adrian Costa is a man feared by many and respected by all. Cold, calculated, and utterly untouchable, he takes what he wants without apology. And now, he wants her. Their wedding is not a union-it's a sentence. To Valentina, he's the devil in a tailored suit, a man who seeks control over her every breath. But Adrian isn't just looking for obedience. He craves something deeper. Something far more dangerous.Trapped in a world of power plays and whispered betrayals, Valentina refuses to break, refusing to be just another pawn in Adrian's deadly game. But as secrets unravel and enemies close in, the line between hate and passion blurs, igniting a war of the heart she never saw coming.He owns her body. She refuses to give him her soul.But in a world where loyalty is lethal and love is a weakness, surrendering to the enemy might be the only way to survive./0/61079/coverorgin.jpg?v=434c4ebb1c662b66f046809c1a5f4cf5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
EX FIANCE STRIKES BACK
Luna Rodriguez had endured heartache and betrayal. Her fiance, once the love of her life, had turned into a monster. He not only shattered her trust but also tore apart her family. They called him Lucifer. His cruelty towards she and her family shattered her very existence. Haunted by fear, Luna fled. She disappeared leaving behind her old life and identity. But she couldn't escape the memories of her past, the way he looked at her with cold eyes, the hurtful words that he spat, and the pain he inflicted. Now, after years in hiding, Luna returned. She was no longer the naive girl he'd manipulated and destroyed. Determined to seek justice, reclaimed everything that she had lost and make her ex fiancee feel every pain he inflicted on her, every tears that she had shed, every dream shattered and every relationship he had destroyed. she faced her demons head on. With a new face and identity she stepped into Lucifer den, but as she stepped back into the lion's den, she wondered Could she outwit Lucifer? Or would he trap her once more in his web of darkness and lies?/1/103317/coverorgin.jpg?v=8001838f87ada9a0658d4d1828d3b3af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King's Despair
My twin sister Haleigh returned with a fake diagnosis of Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer and a "dying wish" to marry my fiancé, Jameson Blair. Without a second thought, Jameson, the most feared Underboss in New York, took the three-carat diamond meant for me and slid it onto her finger. I became the spare. The obstacle standing in the way of a tragedy's happy ending. When Haleigh planted a brown recluse spider in my room, I was the one bitten and poisoned. Yet, my brothers kicked me while I was delirious with fever, accusing me of trying to terrorize their "dying" angel. On her birthday yacht party, a grill tipped over during a storm. My synthetic dress caught fire instantly. As flames seared the skin off my legs, I screamed for help. But Jameson and my brothers formed a human shield around Haleigh, frantically checking her hand for a single speck of ash while I burned alive just ten feet away. The final straw came at the cliffs. Haleigh staged a suicide attempt to frame me for bullying her. To teach me a lesson, Jameson bound my wrists and hung me over the edge of the abyss on a rope, leaving me dangling helplessly over the churning ocean. They thought they were punishing a monster. They didn't know I had a jagged rock in my hand. As they drove away to comfort the liar, I didn't wait for them to come back. I sawed through the rope myself and let the ocean take me. Three years later, after discovering Haleigh never had cancer, my brothers and Jameson found me alive in Florence. They knelt on the cobblestones, weeping, begging for a second chance. I looked at the men who had watched me burn. "You aren't sorry you hurt me," I said, turning to walk away with another man. "You're just sorry you bet on the wrong sister."/0/68588/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fa9a9683dfb2045417eed0fecf06096&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Runaway Wife's Secret Heir
I stood alone at the center of my art gallery opening, clutching a glass of warm champagne, while the guests whispered behind their hands. My husband, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, wasn't there. A breaking news alert on my phone explained why. It was a high-definition photo of Dante shielding his mistress, Isabella, from the rain. He was touching her with a protective possessiveness he had never once shown me. Then came his text: "Isabella needed me. Go home." That was the moment the cage door unlocked. I didn't go home to cry. I went to his office the next morning with a stack of papers disguised as "gallery insurance forms." While Isabella sat on his desk, mocking me for being a boring housewife, Dante was too annoyed to read the fine print. He just wanted me gone so he could get back to her. He signed the divorce decree. He signed the asset dissolution. Most importantly, without looking, he signed the irrevocable relinquishment of parental rights. I walked out with my freedom, but fate had a cruel sense of humor. That night, I stared at a positive pregnancy test. I was carrying the Sovrano heir he had always demanded. And he had just legally signed away his right to ever know his child. I fled to the Swiss Alps, vanishing into the snow to raise my baby away from his world of blood and bullets. I thought I was safe, until six months later. Dante hadn't just sent men to look for me. He had burned his own shipping empire to the ground, destroying his status as King, just to prove he would trade it all for the wife he threw away./0/68901/coverorgin.jpg?v=6708441338c0b2d32e34cc91677bfe4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dante's Law
In a world ruled by power, betrayal, and blood feuds, two lives collide in a whirlwind of violence and forbidden love. Dante Bianchi, a fearsome mafia boss with a cold heart and ruthless precision, is torn between his thirst for revenge and an unexpected passion for Francesca, the fiery daughter of a baker whose father's unpaid debts plunge her into Dante's dangerous world. Francesca, a woman of fierce independence and sharp wit, refuses to be a pawn in anyone's game, least of all Dante's. What begins as a master-owner relationship quickly transforms as Francesca's strength and spirit spark something inside Dante he thought long dead. Yet, their love is threatened at every turn by the criminal empire that binds them. As their bond deepens, so does the war between Dante and his enemies, particularly Enrico Rossi, a rival mob boss seeking to avenge the brutal death of his brother, Lorenzo, at Dante's hands. Enrico vows to destroy everything Dante holds dear, triggering a battle for supremacy that leaves blood in its wake. With betrayal lurking in every shadow, Dante must navigate the murky underworld with cunning, facing threats from all sides. As the conflict spirals, family loyalties, past grievances, and love collide in a violent storm. With Francesca's life hanging in the balance, Dante and Enrico waging war, only one question remains-who will emerge victorious when the smoke clears, and at what cost?/1/110357/coverorgin.jpg?v=49ee98a8af1cc5086ba7379a27ef0c4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: Marrying The Dark Don
For seven years, I have been the submissive commoner wife of Julian, the New York Mafia boss. When he finally realized what he had ruined and stabbed himself with a dagger, begging for my forgiveness, I simply turned and walked away. I endured his endless betrayals and cruelty for only one reason: he paid for my grandmother's life-sustaining treatment. But while he was busy buying diamonds for his new mistress, the pressure of his emotional abuse caused me to lose our child. His mistress broke into my grandmother's hospital room and threw explicit photos of her and Julian in my grandmother's face. My grandmother died from shock. Julian knew nothing about this. “Go home, Sienna. You’re pregnant. Stop making a scene, or I’ll cut off your grandmother’s medical bills tomorrow.” When I found him, he arrogantly thought I was just throwing a tantrum. He didn't know our child was gone. He didn't know that my grandmother had passed away. In front of all his men, I poured a glass of whiskey over his head, left the signed divorce papers on his table, and then boarded a one-way flight to Germany. I will leave him forever./0/63426/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a8a22fb9bf6bf3117a63551a51a17f3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beautiful Scar
BLURB: Kael Darko had been the indomitable Mafia King and business tycoon and Jen Stewart was just a lady working in a coffee shop and trying to make ends meet. When these persons cross parts, not just bullets fly, even sparks erupt and emotions rage in a storm. "No one can leave a scar on you...except my kisses." Kael Darko swears to Jen. He has never been one to care about the frivolities of women but not until he comes across this lovable and adorable coffee girl at his club about to be defiled by filthy men. Kahadhas never felt this need to conquer, possess and protect anyone till he came across Jen who made him feel this way and even more. Kael would do everything and anything to keep her by his side, first for the sake of lust and power but sooner than later, he would turn the entire underworld if as much as a strand of hair on her body was missing. As ruthless as he may be, Jen knew it like her name that she could tame him because he was their devil but he was her protector./0/99563/coverorgin.jpg?v=44b49aec312a3c460b55250057ba6b70&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Desired by the Mafia Kings
After catching her fiancé in bed with her best friend at their engagement party, Lana Rivera's perfect life shatters in a single night. Humiliated and heartbroken, she feels the scene, desperate to disappear. But running from one betrayal thrusts her into something far more dangerous... Seeking refuge, Lana wanders into an exclusive lounge that feels less like a bar, and more like a secret society. Cigars and cologne linger in the air, Italian jazz hums in the background, and patrons watch everything with sharp, vigilant eyes. But when she witnesses a man executed in cold blood, right into the middle of the club, she realises too late that she has stumbled into the world of Underground crime... quite specifically... the Mafia. Before she can escape, Ezio Benedetti, the ruthless Don who owns the lounge, claims her. At first, she believes she will be killed for what she's seen, but instead, Ezio decides to keep her, to parade her, and to make her part of a world she doesn't understand. When he brings her to his family's most elusive event, Ezio shows her off as his newest prize. But Ezio isn't the only powerful man in the room... Among the guests stands Dante Valencia, the one they call the Mafia King, Don of the most feared family in the city, and Ezio's sworn enemy. When Dante sets his sights on Lana, Ezio refuses to let her go, refuelling the war between the two empires. Now, Lana is caught between two Rival Kings of the Underworld, one who wants to possess her, and one who wants to save her. In a world built on loyalty, blood and power, her heart might be the most dangerous thing of all.../0/61236/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac9bed1e86b6a9cb6abccdc04d947e77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MAFIA'S HEART OF DARKNESS
Elena Godwin's life had taken a turn for the worse since the death of her father and stepmother. Her stepbrother was now the head of the family and degraded her into the rank of an inconsequential servant in her own home. She lived day after day with the abuses, but her only hope that held her strong was the thought of her grandfather's fortune waiting for her in one year, and then she could make her escape to a new life. But her dreams were shattered when she came to know that her stepbrother had sold her off to the ruthless mafia leader known as Victor Martinez to cancel his debts. Elena was then compelled to marry this Victor, and it didn't take her much time to gauge his heinous intention. He intends to violate her, get her impregnated, and discard her later on just to make her suffer for the agony he suffered from the loss of loved ones. And with every step, Elena was entangled deeper in a nightmare that had no end due to his wicked plot./1/102379/coverorgin.jpg?v=e3425232fdaed6435dca8e3d57bda187&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Guarding The Bratty Mafia Heiress
AGE GAP • FORBIDDEN ROMANCE • BDSM • MAFIA • ENEMIES TO LOVERS "Acting like a spoiled little girl for attention? Then you will be punished like one." The next slap hurts so badly I can hardly breathe. I whimper as my juice drips down my thighs. Jesus, I'm sick. This man just physically hurt me, and here I am, soaking the sheets. "I'm telling Papà to replace you with an enforcer who actually knows how to do his job," I manage to gasp out. "An enforcer like Damon, who will kiss your ass?" This slap echoes through the room. I swallow back a moan that threatens to escape. "A sexy man who isn't the devil incarnate who gets off on hurting people." He spanks me continuously until my skin goes numb. "Fck, oh God!" I cry out as pain and pleasure collide in an overwhelming rush that leaves me trembling. ~~~ What you just read should never have happened with the off limits Vittoria Giordano. After she was nearly shot, I was hired to protect the engaged heiress till the killer was dealt with. Simple enough, until I met her. A spoiled brat who finds every possible way to push my buttons. She laughs when I scold her, provokes me when I ignore her, and kisses me like she is addicted to the taste of my lips. I shouldn't want her. The last time I let someone in, I was left a shell of a man. Now the threat is gone, and my job is over. I should feel relieved. Instead, every time I see her standing beside her fiancé, pretending to be in love, something inside me ignites and burns. And when the danger resurfaces, I don't return as her bodyguard. I return to claim what is mine./0/65147/coverorgin.jpg?v=582b71ee1689ffe377b0e38859e7117b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
