Mafia Books for Women
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A Mafia To Alpha King
Luciano Salvatore 'The Bullet' was born, raised, and comes from a long family line of serial killers. But he wants nothing to do with that legacy. The block that has made it impossible for him to run away from all of it is his uncle, Don Mauro. The most powerful drug lord and a serial killer who had snapped a long time ago. Don Mauro promised to kill Luciano's remaining family to keep him in check. On his mother's death anniversary, Luciano tried to go against Don Mauro to make his mother proud by doing the right thing and trying to save a woman named Keirah from becoming his uncle's victim in his sex trade. Unfortunately for him, he fell in love with her at first sight. He finds out later that Don Mauro was not after Keirah for the sex trade, but Keirah is a biomedical engineer his uncle has been searching for. A person Don Mauro will do anything to possess. Succumbing to his heart's desire, even after Luciano finds out about this information. He tries to protect her in the only way he knows how. By kidnapping her and running away with her and his family out of the Mafia world. Setting them both on an expected path toward a love-and-hate relationship while discovering the hidden supernatural fate set upon them. What chances does Luciano have for survival and redemption while caught up in his unfamiliar feelings for Keirah? A woman who has feelings for someone else. *** “Are you still in love with him when you know he is a married man?” “Why is it bad for me to love him? I loved him first before her.” Luciano's gaze turns more deadly as he shouts at Keirah. “EREDE IS A MARRIED MAN. HE MARRIED YOUR SISTER. HE IS YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW!” “I loved him first. He was with me longer. He was my first love.” “Anita is your only sister. And she needs your help now. Is that the reason you are not giving the codes to save her?” Her eyes wander, and she says nothing. “Are you telling me now? That you are still in love with him. After us… after all this? Fuck Keirah… He left you on the altar and married your sister. And he is playing you.” She tucks her hair, glances to her side, and lowers her gaze. “What about me, Keirah? Have you tried loving me as you did with him?” Keirah tucks her hair and nods again, lowering her eyes again. “What happened? " “I couldn't.” “Do you see me in him? And think that I would intentionally hurt you, Keirah, or is this my punishment because you think I kidnapped you? " “Well, you kidnapped me. It's not a thought. It has been my reality for more than a week now.” “I did not kidnap you, Keirah. Why won't you believe me? I tried to save you. It is not me, Keirah. It was not me who wanted to hurt you.” Luciano shouts. “Do you regret sleeping with me yesterday?” “No.” “Then why? ...... But you kissed me… you made love to me,” Luciano cries out. He cries in pain. She stands up and then takes a few steps back. And lowers her eyes. Luciano calms down as he speaks to her in a muffled voice. “Do you feel he is good for you?” Silent… “Just answer the question, Keirah. Is he a good guy? Can I trust him to take care of you?” She tucks her hair as she replies. “Yes.” “Better than I could take care of you?” “Different.” “What does that mean?” “You are a Mafia, and he is a big, pathetic lie.” PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MATURE AND DISTURBING SCENES 18+/1/112574/coverorgin.jpg?v=907f7362271fb4c2075865e536ecb9f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Phantom Heiress: The Underboss's Obsession
I was 'Nine', the deadliest assassin of The Syndicate. But yesterday, my boss faked my death in an explosion and sent me to New York. I was ordered to infiltrate the Russo family as their long-lost biological daughter. But my biological parents didn't want me. They loved the fake daughter they had raised in my place. My mother called me a feral stray and tried to shove me into a mildewed servant's quarter, while the fake daughter lived in a grand suite. When the fake daughter cried upon seeing me, my father pointed a finger at my face, yelling at me for disrespecting his precious replacement. "You are nothing but a crude, uncultured mistake trying to ruin her life!" They treated me like garbage, trying to assert dominance over a girl they thought was a helpless stray. But when I cornered my mother and whispered my question, her reaction changed everything. "If I hadn't been stolen all those years ago, would you have even needed a replacement?" She didn't cry for the child she lost. Instead, all the color drained from her face, and her eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated terror. She knew. Even if she hadn't orchestrated it herself, my mother knew exactly why I was kidnapped eighteen years ago. They thought they could bully a pathetic orphan. They didn't realize they had just invited a monster into their home./0/67051/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f9277556d2f8649537fb88c9fc211ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped in the Crime Lord's Obsession
He snapped his fingers, drawing my attention as he pulled out a thick document from his bag. With a calculated flick of his wrist, he opened it, revealing page after page of official-looking text. "This," he said, voice dripping with finality, "is the marriage contract. And you're going to sign it." He tossed it in my direction, a pen rolling alongside it. "This is the price of your freedom, your life and your mother's. I want you, Completely. And once you sign, you're mine and mine alone." I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." I turned away, my eyes drifting to the window, wishing for any way out. A slow smile crept across his face, a smug, knowing look that sent a chill down my spine. He knew exactly what I was thinking, as if my resistance only entertained him. "Look at me," he commanded. I reluctantly turned back, locking eyes with him. His face had shifted, his expression darkened, and for the first time, true fury was etched in his eyes. "I'll count to ten," he said, his voice like steel. "If that contract isn't signed by the time I reach ten, I'll make the same call I made to pay those bills. Only this time, the instructions will be different. Your mother... your sister...they'll both be gone." He took a breath, settling back as if the threat were a mere matter of routine. "So... ONE!!" I swallowed hard, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Could he be bluffing? No, I'd seen him kill before, seen how casually he turned life and death into sports. He wouldn't hesitate. "FOUR," he counted, voice cold, unwavering. My hands started to shake. What could I do? If I signed, I'd be bound to him forever, trapped as his wife. But if I didn't... my mother and sister's lives hung in the balance. "SEVEN." I closed my eyes, fighting the panic rising in my chest. He wouldn't do it, I told myself. He couldn't be that monstrous. But even as I thought it, the doubt crept in. I wasn't sure. Then, he hit "TEN" himself./1/114921/coverorgin.jpg?v=d90d7ca4a525d43af5eab87d9929d1a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King's Broken Captive Bride
I am the last surviving daughter of a murdered Mafia Don, kept as a captive trophy by Julian Moretti. To break my spirit, he systematically drugged my meals, turning me into a ghost in his gilded cage. But the true nightmare began when he brought his childhood sweetheart, Linette, to live under the same roof. When she pushed me into the estate's frozen lake and fell in with me, Julian didn't hesitate. He dove into the freezing black water, looked right into my desperate eyes, and turned his back to save her. He left me to drown. I survived the icy abyss, only to face a crueler fate. To cover up his betrayal and secure his power, Julian announced our immediate wedding, planning to parade me before the Mafia Commission as his conquered property. When I swallowed poison to escape the ultimate desecration of my family's name, he simply revived me. He pumped my veins full of paralyzing sedatives, dressed my limp body like a porcelain doll, and dragged me onto his private jet to New York. "They will see that even a proud, wounded lioness can only whimper at my feet." My father and brother had used their own bodies as shields so I could live. How could I let my family's honor be trampled by the very monster who orchestrated their massacre? As the plane descended into New York, the despair in my veins forged into cold steel. If Julian wanted a Marino bride, I would give him exactly what that meant. I would survive this forced marriage, and I would personally slit his throat at the altar./0/95210/coverorgin.jpg?v=b00077b95e099864c625bfa7bbc27974&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Bride The Auctioning
He Auctioned Me. Like Property. When Isabela Jimenez's own father puts her on the auction block for power and profit, she doesn't cry, she loads her gun. Cold, cunning, and born with a badge, Isabela is no man's pet. Not even Javier Delgado's. He's known to be a ruthless man with a temper that commands silence, and the audacity to demand obedience. She's the woman who shot him on sight and still walked away. Now bound by a contract neither of them wanted, Isabela is forced into a marriage that smells like war. But while the world watches her become Mrs. Delgado, she has a different plan: To burn down the empire from the inside out. What happens when a man who controls the underworld marries the only woman who doesn't fear it? One will kneel. The other will shatter. And in the end, only one crown will remain./1/107725/coverorgin.jpg?v=e0c9dce448821c8d70dd00e29242c99d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Beg: The Scapegoat's Revenge
In my previous life, I spent every waking moment cleaning up the messes of Dante Moretti, the heir to the Chicago Outfit. I dragged him away from drugs and strippers just so he wouldn't miss his Initiation Ceremony. Because of my loyalty, he became a Made Man. But a year later, when he needed a scapegoat for his own incompetence, he didn't thank me. He framed me for being a rat. I was forced to watch my parents executed in front of me before I was thrown into a freezing solitary cell to rot. The last thing I felt was the biting cold leeching the life from my body while he continued to live like a king. I died realizing my love was just a weapon he used against me. But when I blinked, the suffocating darkness dissolved into blinding strobe lights. I was back in the club. It was the night before his Initiation. Dante stood in front of me, high and arrogant, demanding his car keys so he could go see a stripper named Roxy instead of preparing for his oath. In the past, I begged him to stay. I saved his reputation. This time, I looked at the man who murdered me and felt nothing but ice. I pressed the keys into his hand. "Go," I said, condemning him to his own destruction. "Have the night of your life, Dante."/0/75812/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b72c0400336708bd329d8b7d0722e52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Don: Love in the dark
Her existence in his life wasn't something that he had hoped for, neither was his appearance in her world an envisioned plan. Alexander Davis, the top leading billionaire in the United States of America and few other neighbouring countries as well, secretly known as the mafia lord of the "Italian American Mafia". Olivia Wright, a young lady who is deeply scarred by her horrendous past. Will these two individuals find love and comfort in each other's arms despite the difference in their worlds and the danger that secretly lurks in the shadows? Or will their love for each other turn out to be their doom? Let's find out in this thrilling romance story./0/70024/coverorgin.jpg?v=27f9e28873e971d9557de522bc5ccf68&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contracted to the Mafia Don
Eliza Carter has always lived a life shadowed by hardship, raised by an alcoholic father with no mother to lean on. But things take a devastating turn when she discovers that her father owes a million dollars to Damien Viera, the ruthless and dangerous man who controls the city's underworld. With no way to pay off the debt, Eliza is given an impossible ultimatum: become Damien's wife or lose her life. Torn between survival and despair, she must make a choice that will shape her future. Will she marry a man she fears to clear her father's debt, or will she choose death over a life with him? As the days go by, Eliza faces a whirlwind of emotions-will she find happiness in this marriage, or will she be consumed by hatred for the man who controls her fate?/0/97870/coverorgin.jpg?v=86b30456d44b9cefed6104945c3f6ed4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rejected by the Mafia Don, Claimed by His Rival
For eight years, I was raised to be his queen. My entire world was built on the promise that I would marry Dante Moretti, the future Don of the city's most powerful family. But on the eve of our betrothal, I overheard his plan. He was going to cast me aside for another woman, Isabella, and a street orphan he would pass off as his heir. He publicly humiliated me at his party, introducing her as his true queen. When a crystal chandelier fell from the ceiling, he used his own body to shield her, leaving me to be crushed beneath it. Later, after falsely accusing me of attacking her, he shoved my head under the freezing water of a pool, hissing that my love for him was "disgusting." But the truth that finally destroyed me was worse. For ten years, Dante had been obsessed with a scent he thought was mine. It was all a lie—a custom perfume Isabella had been wearing all along. I was never the one he wanted; I was just a case of mistaken identity. After he broke my bones and shattered my spirit, I finally made a choice. I accepted my brother's offer to escape to the rival Falcone territory. As our jet prepared for takeoff, I blocked Dante's frantic calls without looking back. This time, I was leaving for good./0/60638/coverorgin.jpg?v=78a4eee60b3ec23a0919449076d8fd1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stealing The Mafia's Bride
Taz and Roxy meet one lonely night and have a nice time together, after that night Taz cannot get her out of his mind. He finds going back to her over and over till he is threatened by the famous and ruthless mafia boss to stay away from her because she is his bride to be. Hearing that she belongs to the mafia makes Taz want her even more, he decides to embark on a dangerous journey to fight the mafia boss and take Roxy away before the wedding can take place. Will he make it on time or will he die trying?/0/59856/coverorgin.jpg?v=71e7e5bcc3c1cf992ca027e53bdf2c0f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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XANDER VITTORIO LOVE STORY
He's a Mafia Boss's son. He's handsome and courageous. She's a Billionaire's daughter. She's finely educated, beautiful, and innocent. They fall in love in close proximity inside the Bratva cage as prisoners. They were tortured physically and emotionally. But, love prevails between them in another place and at another time. Love is unconditional...Love is everything..../1/103815/coverorgin.jpg?v=94e0cc417a614b668fb63cf363e6ff42&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Traded To The Bratva: My Husband's Betrayal
Ninety-nine days. That was exactly how long it had been since my husband, Dante, traded my life to a Russian cartel just to save his mistress from a panic attack. I walked onto the grounds of the Vitiello estate only to find him caressing her six-month-pregnant belly at my own funeral. He didn't look like a grieving widower; he looked like a man who had finally buried his mistake. When I revealed I was alive, Dante didn't fall to his knees in relief. Instead, he protected Lucia. He believed her lies that I was insane, that I was a threat to his "heir." To prove his loyalty to her, he stood by while my father whipped me in the family chapel until my back was in shreds. Then, he dragged me to the roof and threw me into a freezing pool, watching me drown simply because Lucia claimed I pushed her. He didn't know Lucia was faking the pregnancy. He didn't know she was the one selling secrets to the Bratva. He broke his loyal wife to protect a traitor. Now, six months later, he stands in the rain holding the Vitiello diamond necklace, begging me to come home. He thinks he can buy forgiveness. But he doesn't see the man standing in the shadows behind me—the enforcer who took a bullet for me when Dante was busy breaking my bones. I looked at the diamonds, then at my husband. "I don't want a King," I whispered. "I chose the soldier."/1/107726/coverorgin.jpg?v=54bf150ce7f6efa9aa56341aa421122b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King's Regret: She Moved On
For four years, I was the invisible baker's daughter who memorized Dante Vitiello’s routine. I baked stomach-friendly meals for the Underboss of New York, ensuring his ulcer didn't kill him, all while loving him from the shadows. But when I collapsed from exhaustion in his gym, he didn't help me. He looked at me with pure revulsion and asked his guard: "Is she dead? Call pest control." To him, I wasn't a girl; I was a stain that smelled of "grease and desperation." When the Capo’s daughter framed me for stealing family secrets, Dante knew the truth. Yet, he stood silent. He didn't defend me. Instead, he handed me a scholarship check—hush money to exile me from the city, sacrificing my reputation to protect his political alliances. I took the money, not out of gratitude, but out of spite. I burned every sketch, every note, and every shred of the girl who had foolishly loved a monster. I realized I was just a disposable extra in his story. Five years later, I returned as a ruthless top-tier lawyer, engaged to a safe, clean man. Dante, now the Don, cornered me at a gala, looking at me with a desperate hunger he’d never shown before. "I broke you to save you," he claimed, his voice rough with regret. I pulled away and smiled, cold and unyielding. "You didn't save me, Dante. You burned the only person who ever truly loved you. And she’s never coming back."/0/53912/coverorgin.jpg?v=838ce3c7cdc65cbe7a175175ea649411&imageMogr2/format/webp)
“Unveiled enigma:shattered illusions”
: In a thrilling world of organized crime,Alessandro Romano,a ruthless heir finds himself at a crossroads forced by his father to choose between an arranged marriage with the girl of his choice so he can take over him or he forfeit his position as the ceo and heir to the Italian mafia empire. Little did they know that Sofia’s past and identity held secrets that would shake their world. As Sofia delves deeper into the dangerous world of organized crimes,she unravels a web of secrets,deceptions and hidden truths about her true identity and betryals that shatters her perception of reality,she becomes entangled in a thrilling cat and mouse game of truths and deceptions. will she be able to break free from the chains of hidden truths and illusions?or would she forever be lost in a world of smoke and mirrors?. Will she emerge victorious or would the secrets she uncovers consume her?. Prepare for an exhilarating and thrilling journey of intrigue,suspense,unexpected twists,turns and the unraveling of illusions and deceptions that would leave you questioning everything you thought you knew./1/107570/coverorgin.jpg?v=1fc123d2b71cd493f7f0fca909df0006&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Canary Who Learned To Fly
I died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father. I was twenty years old. He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him—my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit—watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant. He chose her. He always chose her. And then, I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for. This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London—an exile disguised as a severance package—I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice. He didn't know he was talking to a ghost. He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal. He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder. That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry. She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts. So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie. I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane. But I will not be a victim. This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter. This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain./0/61734/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A LOVE THAT NEVER FADES (A MAFIA ROMANCE)
When Sofia Fernando storms out after a heated argument with her parents, she takes on a night of rebellion with her best friend Gabriella. Unfortunately the night takes an unfavorable turn. Drugged by a stranger at the club, the evening spirals into danger-until David, the ruthless leader of the Capon mafia, who was watching from afar steps in. But David's intentions are far from noble. Obsessed with Sofia, he will stop at nothing to make her his, no matter the cost. As Sofia becomes trapped in a web of dark desire, she must choose between fighting for her freedom or surrendering to a love that could destroy her. This isn't a typical love story. It's a dive into the dangerous depths of obsession, where love and madness coexist./0/74249/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250410182154&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Vow
Title: The Devil's Vow In the shadows of Bellavita, a city ruled by crime and corruption, Alessia Moretti, the reclusive yet sharp-witted daughter of a disgraced mafia consigliere, is forced into an arranged marriage with the ruthless Luca De Santis, the heir to the most feared syndicate in Italy. But unlike the usual mafia marriages meant to secure power, Alessia and Luca's union is a curse-literally. Decades ago, a blood feud between their families ended with a powerful Romani woman placing a dark hex on both bloodlines: "When the Moretti and De Santis lines unite, love will not bloom-only destruction will follow." Determined to defy fate, Alessia and Luca treat their marriage as nothing more than a business agreement. Yet, as they navigate betrayals, assassination attempts, and the ghosts of their families' sins, an undeniable pull keeps drawing them together. But every moment of tenderness is followed by tragedy. The closer they get, the deadlier the world around them becomes. Now, Alessia must uncover the truth about the curse before it claims both their lives. But in a world where loyalty is fleeting, enemies are disguised as friends, and love is a death sentence, will she risk everything to break the hex-or will she become its next victim?/0/97871/coverorgin.jpg?v=f5195f1fa0c8b6c1f11fd00dd0d3e768&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Revenge for Mom: Destroying His Mafia World
My fiancé, the Underboss of the DeLuca Crime Family, promised he would burn the world down for me. But when my mother was dying in the hospital, he chose a ski trip with another woman. It was that woman's dog that attacked my mother, but when I called him, shaking, he was annoyed. He was in Aspen with Isabella, and I could hear her laughing in the background. He dismissed my mother's injuries as a "minor scrape" and told me not to "make a big deal out of this." While my mother's fever spiked, he ignored my desperate pleas. Instead, my phone lit up with an Instagram post of him and Isabella smiling by a fireplace, sipping hot chocolate. My mother slipped into septic shock. That picture was a public declaration, a judgment on my mother's worth, and my own. A cold fury burned away every last bit of love I had for him. She died at 3:17 a.m. I held her hand until it was cold, then walked out of the hospital and called the one number I was never supposed to use—the number for my father. "She's dead," I said. "I'm coming to Chicago. I'm leaving this life, and I'm going to burn his world to the ground."/1/103816/coverorgin.jpg?v=569fd5ed4cfcd515cc1b2f0efd9af1f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
