Mafia Books for Women
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Discarded Mafia Bride: My Empire Rises
I woke from a five-year coma not to the faces of my family, but to my own death certificate. It was signed by my parents and my fiancé, Dante Moretti, the most ruthless Don in our world. He had sworn on his father's grave to wait for me. Instead, he replaced me with Sienna—the very woman who put me in that hospital bed. My own son, Luca, looked at me with cold, unfamiliar eyes. "You're not my mother," he sneered, hiding behind the woman who wore my face. My parents rushed to shield her, not me. "You must understand the bigger picture," my father said. "We did what was necessary for the Famiglia." But the final betrayal came after Sienna pushed me off a bridge and needed a blood transfusion. My own parents signed the consent form to use my blood, and my fiancé gave the order. "Save her," he snarled. The nurse told me they were ordered to "discard the blood bag after use." As if I were trash. I walked out of that hospital, a ghost in my own life. I took the new identity my old professor offered and vanished. This time, I wouldn't be Elara Bianchi, the tragic fiancée. I would build an empire of my own./1/116793/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a03922f29bd07945212a58a921c1f2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Leaving The Underworld For True Love
For five years, I was the undisputed Mafia Queen, the only exception to the ruthless Don's lethal boundaries. That was until I was locked out of my husband's encrypted tablet. His new, ambitious associate answered his most guarded phone line. "The new passcode is my birthdate. He lets me play games on it." When I handed Dante the divorce papers, he violently tore them to shreds, coldly reprimanding me for throwing a tantrum over a young girl. My own parents refused to offer sanctuary, demanding I turn a blind eye to his mistress just to maintain our family's syndicate power. Serena even showed up at my estate, flaunting the custom clothes Dante bought her and bragging that they had already slept together. When I told her to get out, Dante protectively pulled her behind him. "You are a hysterical lunatic. Be magnanimous to the young associate." I had foolishly loved a man who could so easily replace me, treating my five years of devotion like dirt. He was so busy defending his mistress that he never knew I was already carrying his long-awaited heir. I stopped crying and calmly booked a one-way international flight. I went to an underground clinic to terminate the pregnancy, leaving the blood-stained receipt and the ultrasound photo as his anniversary gift before vanishing from his world forever./0/70801/coverorgin.jpg?v=ccf8973fe516ebe205441c1bada80a60&imageMogr2/format/webp)
KIDNAPPED BY THE SILVER MAFIA DON
Gracie Miller's father is a big time fraudster- scamming rich people for a living. At least until he crosses the wrong people. The infamous Black Silver Cartel with control over the European black markets. A mafia cartel. To prevent her father from being killed, Gracie is taken as hostage by the leader of this cartel, Raymond Silver. But then when sparks begin to fly, can Gracie overlook the fact that- she's falling for her kidnapper?/0/78310/coverorgin.jpg?v=9402704f459c007fa2278f7f22559fa3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Widow's Revenge
When Elena Russo's husband, the formidable mafia boss Lorenzo Russo, is brutally murdered, her life is shattered. But as she delved deeper into his past, she began to doubt all she thought she knew about him. Secrets emerge-dangerous ones-and she wonders if she ever truly knew the man she married. With each discovery, the distinctions between love, treachery, and revenge become less clear. Adrian DeLuca, a powerful rival with a personal vendetta, becomes the prime suspect. He not only owned a stake in Lorenzo's casino but had a heated confrontation with him just a day before his death. But Adrian has his own demons-forever haunted by his mother's brutal murder at the hands of his father's enemies. Determined to prove himself to the man who never saw him as enough, Adrian sees Elena as both a key to the truth and the woman he's secretly desired for years. With the truth emerging and unseen foes waiting in the shadows, Elena must decide if she can trust Adrian to help her solve the mystery of Lorenzo's death. But as the truth emerges, it threatens to shatter the illusion of the man she once loved, forcing her to choose between vengeance, survival, and a passion she never expected./0/64231/coverorgin.jpg?v=be46fcecbc4759229544d459b16ae8dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Don's Rebellion
Aria works with art. Luca is part of a crime family. They meet when Aria sees something she should not. Luca is supposed to harm Aria, however he can't. Instead, they begin to fall in love. But it is no longer clean. There are terrible folks who want to damage them. Luca's family would not like that he loves Aria. And Aria isn't always sure if she will be able to accept it as true with someone like Luca. As they get nearer, things get extra risky. Other crime households are fighting for electricity. Aria and Luca must make difficult picks. Can they live collectively? Will their love be robust and sufficient? There's lots of movement in this story. People fight. There are vehicle chases. But there's also a lot of love. Aria and Luca have to determine if they can go away their old lives at the back of. If you like tales about forbidden love and second possibilities, you'll revel in this. It's interesting and romantic. You'll need to recognise what happens to Aria and Luca. Will they come to be together? Or will their beyond tear them apart? Read to find out!/0/97865/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e9a99751772e765a80f3fc6fc325381&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Mafia Wife to Rival's Queen
After fifteen years of marriage and a brutal battle with infertility, I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I planned to announce it at his mother's party, a triumph over the matriarch who saw me as nothing but a barren field. But before I could celebrate, my friend sent me a video. The headline read: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my husband, devouring a woman who looked like a younger, fresher version of me. Hours later, Marco stumbled home, drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware of the secret I held. Then my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. "Your husband slept with my girl. We need to talk." It was signed by Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of our rival family. The meeting with Dante was a nightmare. He showed me another video. This time, I heard my husband's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen years of loyalty, of building his empire, of taking a bullet for him—all dismissed as "just business." Dante didn't just reveal the affair; he showed me proof that Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build a new life with his mistress. Then, he made me an offer. "Divorce him," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "Join me. We'll build an empire together and destroy him."/0/62354/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2daa07f4265f10ef343e7c4ef30ece2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Queen of Shadows
Betrayed by the family that was supposed to protect her. Forced into a marriage meant to break her. Alessandra Russo is not a woman to be silenced. After the mysterious death of her father, the powerful mafia boss of New York, Alessa is cast aside by the men in her family-her rightful place as heir taken away from her. They believe her only worth is in forming an alliance through marriage to Luca DeLuca, the ruthless leader of a rival mafia clan.But Alessa has no intention of being a pawn in their deadly game. In the shadows of her forced marriage, she learns to play the game of power and deceit, outwitting those who dare to underestimate her. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Alessa finds herself caught in a web of lies.With betrayal at every turn and the weight of an empire on her shoulders, Alessa must decide whether to rise as the queen of both families or burn them all to the ground. Power comes at a price, and in the mafia, nothing is as dangerous as a woman with nothing left to lose./0/60164/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5884f193db24b36ab12f5acc78b8c83&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE MAFIA'S MISTRESS
"I hate you." she whispered, as her voice trembled with anger and desire. "I know Clara but your body doesn't." he replied, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "Shut up and just leave from here!!!!!." she growled as her hand pressed against his chest. "why does your lips say one thing but your eyes say another??" he asked, his mouth inches from hers. He moved closer to her as they felt the warmness of their bodies. "After everything you put me through, you have the audacity to come here??? you are a fucking monster Arsenio!!" she breathed. "And you are mine." he said as he crashed his lips to hers. Their hate filled words were lost in the passion of their kiss and their bodies entangled in an angry embrace, a clash of love and hate, desire and repulsion. "I hate you Arsenio." she repeated as her voice muffled by his lips. "I Know but I love you and I am here to get you back." Clara Nivera, a beautiful, young and timid woman who is forced to live with her step Father and his family, gets maltreated by them but escapes one day after finding out about a ploy to kill her. The night of her escape, after withnessing a murder, she finds herself entangled in the dangerous world of the mafia when she forcefully becomes the mistress of the powerful and ruthless Arsenio Robert. As she becomes deeper embroiled into Arsenio's life, she falls in love with him but learns the dark secrets of his criminal empire and the truth behind her own troubled past. After a misunderstanding leads Clara to finds solace in the arms of another, the question is, who will she finally settle for?? and what lies in her past??./0/76903/coverorgin.jpg?v=373db68a045719094d35f8b41be06f0a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
NERO'S GAME
Olivia crosses paths with the ruthless mafia boss,Nero, on the day she plans to elope with her boyfriend, after her mother forces her to join the convent. She has no idea that she left with more than his jacket. She escapes with a chip that contains the secrets of his business empire and his heir in her womb. Olivia is kidnapped and taken to Italy, and into a world she never imagined- filled with danger, betrayal, lies and death. Will Olivia be able to survive the world she is , and will she capture the heart of the ruthless Nero De Santis?/0/73305/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e381d8c331fbe50d0753eb74865959e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound by blood and deception
Emily Moretti thought she had left the mafia world behind. She was a former FBI agent turned private investigator, Emily has spent years burying the ghosts of her past, especially the death of her brother, Luca, a low-level enforcer for the powerful Moretti Crime Family. Suddenly, Victor Romano, a shadowy figure from the rival Romano Family, offers her a chance to uncover the truth about Luca’s death; she is drawn back into the dangerous underworld she swore to escape. Posing as Elena Moretti, a niece to don carlo returning to the family fold, Emily infiltrates the Moretti Family’s sprawling empire. Led by her estranged uncle, **Don Carlo Moretti, the family is more than just a crime syndicate, they’re orchestrating a global conspiracy that could destabilize the world’s financial markets. As Emily digs deeper, she crosses paths with Marcus Moretti, Don Carlo’s ruthless but enigmatic right-hand man. Despite her best efforts, Emily finds herself drawn to Marcus, whose charm and vulnerability hint at secrets of his own. But nothing is as it seems. When Emily discovers evidence linking Victor to Luca’s death, she realizes she’s been played and that she has been his pawn all along. Betrayed and hunted by both the Moretti and Romano Families, Emily forms an uneasy alliance with Sophia Russo, an investigative journalist with her own vendetta against the mafia. Together, they uncover a web of lies, corruption, and betrayal that reaches far beyond the Moretti Family. As the stakes rise, Emily is forced to confront her own demons, and the shocking truth about Marcus, who reveals he’s actually Luca Moretti, her brother, who faked his death to go undercover. Torn between her love for Luca and her mission to bring down the family, Emily must navigate a dangerous game of deception where trust is a liability and loyalty is a double-edged sword. In a heart-pounding climax, Emily and Luca infiltrate the Moretti Family’s Sicilian stronghold, only to face the ultimate betrayal from someone they thought they could trust. As the family’s empire crumbles, Emily must decide how far she’s willing to go for justice and for love./0/63606/coverorgin.jpg?v=6fe8cfe124dc7709ab1bd2b1f21b34b2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Who Laughs Last
Serenity, trapped in a loveless marriage with the abusive Cole, finds her world shattered when she discovers his infidelity. Her heart is torn apart, not just by his betrayal, but by the realization that his mistress is someone she never expected. As if that wasn't enough, Cole and his mistress hatch a sinister plan to destroy Serenity's life, leaving her fighting for her survival. Will Serenity find the strength to overcome adversity and exact her revenge, or will she succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume her?/0/55002/coverorgin.jpg?v=17dad93b3e9f3f6cdfa6f604f90a2082&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding The Son Of The Mafia Boss
It's twelve o'clock in the morning but my eyes are still wide open, hoping that he will come even after midnight. I'm trying to convince myself that maybe he went somewhere or maybe he bought some more surprises for me first, especially since it's our anniversary today, but at this time it's impossible that there are any stores open. My favorite cooked food and we always eat it every time we go out is cold, the candle that I have been changing every time the one I lit has run out. I slowly wiped the tears that escaped from my eyes, after which the waiter approached me. "Sir, let's put it away. It's already twelve o'clock and it looks like what you're waiting for won't come" was his sad voice that made me laugh out loud while trying not to cry. "Maybe, I'm sorry if I bothered you. It doesn't matter. I'll pay. I'm sorry I kept you waiting" I said shyly, especially since what time was it, they really waited patiently even past the time their job "Please don't, sir, your initial payment is enough. You don't have to pay again" he said with a smile that made me smile. Before I went home, I thanked them and asked for their patience, especially since I just waited for them for nothing. As soon as I walked out the door, the tears that I had been holding back quickly came to the fore. My eyes were blurry as I walked down the dark road to the nearest waiting shed. When I arrived, I immediately adjusted my appearance, especially since there were other people waiting for a ride. Even though my eyes were swollen shut, and it was obvious that I was crying a lot, I managed not to cry while sitting in front of many people. Somehow I can still control my emotions. Just a few minutes later, a taxi came by, so I got in. As soon as I got on board, I immediately told the driver where he was going to drop me off, and he also moved easily and didn't say anything else. During the flight, only weak sobs and cries that I could hear filled the entire car, I know that the driver felt my pain but he just let me go. During our three-year relationship with Kieth, I can barely feel his growing cold toward me. There were times when whenever I wanted to be clingy to him he would quickly avoid and turn his back on me. He also always forgets important days, like monthsarry and my birthday. His coldness only started when whenever something happened between us, I always made him use protection. Kieth is the type of man who is not satisfied and is not easily satisfied. He also has a narrow mind and his perspective is not open to other things. FLASHBACK "You're getting big, Jion! Every time something happens to us, you always put a condom on me, what do you think of me? A dirty man who has a lot of sex and is sick?! You're getting big with your tits!" What he was saying to me with a smile made me close my eyes because of the loudness of his voice. "N-it's not like that, I just want both of us to be protected" was my excuse that only made him angrier. "It's up to you! That bitch! You're still cleaning your pussy! I've hit you again! It's up to you!" he said furiously and stormed out of the room. END OF FLASHBACK As much as I wanted to tell him the real reason why I made him wear protection, I was afraid of his reaction. Because I'm a barrier. I am one of the small population of men who can carry people. And beyond that are the horrible comments we get from people. And Kieth was one of them. When I asked him about men who can carry people, he just laughed at me. That was also the day I wanted to confess the truth to him about my personality, but I didn't think to continue because of his spicy words that caused me to hide everything from him. "Those are children of the devil, I don't even know how they were formed. I have a strong feeling that they are children of Satan or maybe from another planet, who wouldn't be afraid? A man can get pregnant? I've been fooled" Those were the exact words that came out of Kieth's mouth, that's why even though I wanted to tell him about my condition, it was better to hide everything from him. That's why I was afraid of him knowing that I could get pregnant, so I always made him wear protection especially since there is a high possibility of me getting pregnant. And because of that, we often argue about that, this is what we always fight about especially because of his attitude that he should be the one who obeys in everything. Maybe that's why he was getting farther and farther away, until he was too far away and I couldn't catch up with him. "Sir we are here" I immediately turned around when the driver suddenly spoke, so I quickly paid and got out of the taxi. I walked towards our house absentmindedly. If only people could see me now, I'd be staggering like a zombie, looking like heaven and earth had fallen, but I didn't care anymore and went straight ahead. I was about to open the gate when I saw that the light in our room was on, a sign that Kieth was home. It's impossible that/1/107565/coverorgin.jpg?v=f58c6b99058f39968794f83eb1f86d31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Jilted Heart, A Mafia Don's Love
For four years, Ember traced the bullet scar on Chace's chest, believing it proved his unwavering protection. Their anniversary gala was supposed to be the night he finally proposed, a symbol of their future. Instead, she stood frozen, watching him slide his mother's sapphire onto Karyn Warren's finger—the daughter of a rival family. His voice, amplified by the silent ballroom, declared, "Karyn is for power. Ember is for pleasure. Don't confuse the assets." Her heart incinerated. Publicly humiliated, she was ordered to remain his mistress, threatened with her dead mother's grave. Chace, confident her father's debts trapped her, forced her from their shared penthouse. He then used a fake "Help. Sick." text to lure Ember to a club, only to humiliate her further, calling her "loyal like a dog." Karyn ordered a soldier to "touch" Ember while Chace watched, indifferent. With no other choice, Ember drank a punishment cup containing wine she was severely allergic to. She collapsed, suffocating on the club floor, as Chace and Karyn watched, annoyed. Waking in a sterile hospital room, her throat raw, she faced Chace's cold relief and Karyn's dismissive cruelty. The betrayal was absolute, the injustice sickening. But moments before, in her despair, Ember had invoked a Blood Oath. She texted Keith Mosley, the ruthless Don, accepting his price for her father's debt: marriage. She would become his, and she was ready to pay./0/97866/coverorgin.jpg?v=f013275ce4b74d1ffa48ca217e847834&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Returned: A Mafia Boss’s Nightmare
The man who swore he would burn the world down for me has been married to another woman for three years. I found out the day I was finally discharged from the Swiss clinic he'd sent me to. I flew home to surprise him, only to discover my release was a year overdue. He had forged my medical reports, painting me as a fragile, broken thing just to keep me locked away while he built a new life. His new wife, Isabella, hit me with her car. He defended her, calling me hysterical. She stole my art portfolio and claimed it as her own, and he forced me to take the blame to protect his family's reputation. She even killed her own puppy to frame me. While I jumped into a freezing river to retrieve my father's medallion that she'd thrown in, he stood on the terrace pointing out a meteor shower to her. The final betrayal came when Isabella faked her own kidnapping and named me as the culprit. I didn't understand. This was Dante Moretti, the Devil of the East Coast, my guardian, the man who had sworn to be my shield. Why was he letting this woman destroy me piece by piece? Believing I was the kidnapper, he had me tied to a helicopter, dragged across a field, and left me for dead. But I didn't die. I survived. Five years later, I have a new name, a new life, and a husband who loves me. And today, I just ran into Dante on the street. He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost./0/67361/coverorgin.jpg?v=2562b81b133b71408961d129dea21409&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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His Betrayal Forged My Ruthless Soul
Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift-a way to protect me from a worse fate. Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes." My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life. They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous. They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word. It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash. That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."/1/108504/coverorgin.jpg?v=6547dd35be95b619de85bc089c98af7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Heiress's Scorched Earth Revenge
I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi. I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet. The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress. Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet. The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly. I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world. Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked. He chose to sacrifice me to save face. "Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves." He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress. He thought he was showing strength. He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors. Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared. "Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers." "And send the wolves."/0/81284/coverorgin.jpg?v=c998ee772fb09a8d139d85de1ce0746b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Virgin For The Mafia Prince
Elena's world takes a wild spin when the rugged Mafia prince, Dante, chooses to wed her over her cousin, Antonia. Facing her abusive family's wrath for allegedly enchanting the mafia prince, Elena's heart remains loyal to her true love, Isaac, whom she plans to escape with. Against her wishes, Dante seals their marriage fate, leaving Elena helpless. Yet, Dante's love for her is boundless, until a sudden twist frames her for betrayal. Unfazed, Dante turns cold and ruthless, opting to marry her cousin. As Dante's cruelty escalates, a shocking revelation unveils the truth behind the false accusation. But it's too late – Elena's heart, once warmed by their love, turns icy. Despite Dante's desperate attempts to mend their shattered connection, the wounds of betrayal threaten to forever shatter their once-promising love story./1/107722/coverorgin.jpg?v=d3bbf68453252603daecd575b1775f64&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: The Mafia Heiress They Abandoned
In my past life, the bullet chambered in the gun on the desk was less lethal than the indifference of the two men standing beside me. Dante and Matteo were supposed to be the future kings of Chicago, and I was their queen. But they threw it all away for Sofia—a liar with a pretty face and a fake sob story about a gambling father. They forced me into a gilded cage, making me serve Sofia like a maid while they played her saviors. They let me rot in isolation until I swallowed a bottle of pills just to escape the coldness of their neglect. They didn't even mourn me; they were too busy comforting the girl who would eventually destroy them. I died realizing that my loyalty was my fatal flaw. I had worshipped men who saw me as nothing more than an accessory, while they sacrificed their empire for a woman who played them for fools. But the universe has a sick sense of humor. It sent me back. Back to the day that sealed my fate. The Consigliere pushed the assignment papers toward us—the path to becoming Bosses. "We are not going," Dante said, looking at me with cold eyes. "Sofia needs us. She is fragile." In my past life, I begged them to stay. This time, I stepped forward and picked up the pen. "I will go," I said, signing my name in sharp black ink. "I don't need your protection anymore."/0/70490/coverorgin.jpg?v=547872e2a2c0a328041464af170d345a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
