Mafia Books for Women
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The Mafia King's Runaway Ghost Bride
I woke up freezing in a dark alley with no memory of the last five years, only to stumble back to my powerful mafia family. They wept and told me I had been murdered on my sixteenth birthday. But the real nightmare wasn't my death—it was the man who refused to let my corpse go. Damien Moretti, the ruthless Don of Chicago, went completely mad. He locked my lifeless body in a secret vault, dressing me in pristine silk and worshipping my ghost in the dark. My brothers had to risk their lives to steal my "body" back just to give me a proper burial. Now, he has discovered my tomb is empty, and his hounds are tearing the city apart to find the thieves. "If the Wraith finds out she is breathing, he will lock her in a gilded cage forever." My father's terrified warning rings in my ears. I am trapped in my own home, shivering as fragments of my coma return. I can still feel Damien's phantom kisses and hear his obsessive, necrophilic whispers in the pitch black. Tonight, he forced his way into our estate and stood in my bedroom, desecrating my clothes while I hid breathless in the closet. Tomorrow is the charity gala. My family is risking a mafia war to smuggle me out of the city, and I must escape before the dark king drags me back to my grave./0/97868/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251230171534&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Zero Score: My Escape from the Mafia Don
For three years, I was the wife of Don Dante Moretti. But our marriage was a transaction, and my heart was the price. I kept a ledger, deducting points for every time he chose her—his first love, Isabella—over me. When the score reached zero, I would be free. After he abandoned me on a roadside to rush to Isabella's side, I was hit by a car. I woke up in the ER, bleeding, only to hear a nurse shout that I was two months pregnant. A tiny, impossible hope flared in my chest. But as the doctors scrambled to save me, they patched my husband through on speakerphone. His voice was cold and absolute. “Isabella’s condition is critical,” he ordered. “Not one drop of the reserve blood is to be touched until she is safe. I don't care who else needs it.” I lost the baby. Our child, sacrificed by its own father. I later learned Isabella had only suffered a minor cut. The blood was just a “precautionary measure.” The tiny flicker of hope was extinguished, and something inside me snapped, clean and final. The debt was paid. Alone in the silence, I made the last entry in my ledger, bringing the score to zero. I signed the divorce papers I had already prepared, left them on his desk, and walked out of his life forever./1/118987/coverorgin.jpg?v=ebb7f076dfe38274903806b8d3bfd38d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose the Wrong Daughter
I was married to the most ruthless Mafia boss in New York. For five years, he played the perfect, doting father to our daughter, Sofia. But on Sofia's fifth birthday, he coldly announced he was bringing his illegitimate daughter into the family. I discovered he had been maintaining a mistress in the shadows this entire time. When his bastard child was diagnosed with leukemia, he didn't hesitate. He ordered his soldiers to pin me to the cold floor and dragged my fragile Sofia into an unsterile underground clinic to harvest her bone marrow. "I have no choice. We will be a perfect family once she is saved." Despite knowing Sofia had a severe congenital heart defect, he forced the procedure. When the doctor stepped out and announced the child didn't survive, I was locked in a cell, coughing up blood in pure agony. I couldn't understand how the man who once slit his own wrists in the freezing rain to prove his devotion could slaughter his own flesh and blood for a homewrecker's lie. But when the DNA test revealed the dead bastard wasn't even his, and my Sofia miraculously walked through the door alive, the untouchable Don collapsed at my feet in tears. "Please, I'll burn the city down to keep you safe." I just held my daughter's hand, stepped over his shattered pride, and finally walked away./0/99276/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251206101542&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Ex-wife – A Plea for Forgiveness
Kevin Harrison Giordano is a powerful CEO who hides a dark identity as a mafia boss. His life takes an unexpected turn when he discovers that his wife is, in fact, his enemy's spy. Irritated, he confronted her: "I loved you, Justine... but now I can only hate you with all my strength." Frowning, Kevin exploded. "You were a beautiful mistake and my downfall, Justine Delacroix." He took the Glock from his subordinate's hands. "Please don't hurt me," she said, curling up in the chair, protecting her belly. "I'm pregnant," she confessed in a trembling voice. Moved by the revelation, the cold man watched her as she hugged her belly. Although he hated her, he still didn't have the heart to punish a pregnant woman. Touching Justine's thin arm, he forced her to stand up. "Get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret!" Kevin adopted his authoritarian stance once again. He usually acted this way with his subordinates, but he had never treated her this way before. "But I'm pregnant with your child," she said, showing him the pregnancy test she was holding. "Find Andrew Turner. I'm sure it's his child." His anger was so great that he refused to believe her. Seven years later, Justine's son was in critical condition after being shot. The boy had a rare blood type, and Bryan's father was the only person who could help him. How will Kevin react when he discovers that the child is really his son and that little Bryan is between life and death? Amid secrets, divided loyalties, and resentments, Kevin and Justine must face difficult choices about love, redemption, and justice./0/67363/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260109172140&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Veils Of Darkness
Trigger warning: This novel contents some dark parts and is not for faint heart hence it's for mature audience only! Vincenzo Romano! A ruthless and fierce Italian Mafia king, who's aura screams danger.who craves for blood and fear in people's eyes gives him satisfaction.Handsome yet lethal.He doesn't believe in love.He's powerful business man even business world fears him yes he's that lethal.A king of dark where no source of light emits. Elena Martin! she's a successful doctor and loves her profession.she is a real example of beauty with brain.she tells herself that she's full but empty inside yes she craves for love yet never got it.she's depraved of love.she doesn't trust anyone around her.she's confident yet innocent. everthing was going fine until one day she saves someone whom she didn't have any idea about and it gets hers tangled up with a ruthless Italian Mafia king who now wants her at any cost.He will go deepest ocean if he had to for her.For her he's ready to destroy the whole world who dares to hurt her but the question is will he let her tame him or will he deject her?/1/109601/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260528002644&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth of the Mafia Mistress
My fiancé Jaret Frazier promised to protect me on my nineteenth birthday. By the next year, he had married a Mafia Princess for power and locked me in a hidden apartment as his secret mistress. When his new wife discovered I was pregnant, she didn't file for divorce. She sent her enforcers to my bedside. They held me down while a back-alley butcher tore my unborn son from my womb. Jaret never came to save me. For ten years, I rotted in that gilded cage, watching him use my money to become an Underboss while I faded into a ghost. I died alone, completely erased. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in my own bed, unscarred, the calendar turned back to the year my life was destroyed. Jaret was still just my fiancé, not yet my jailer. And this time, I wouldn't be the one who ended up in a cage./1/114607/coverorgin.jpg?v=5740e72502aafb59fe3f3d036be1c837&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Princess's Vengeance for Lost Heir
At my ten-week ultrasound, I was supposed to be celebrating the future of the Falcone family. I was Isabella Falcone, wife to the most powerful Don in the south. But when the nurse called my name, the man who stood up beside his pregnant mistress was my husband. In the sterile silence of that waiting room, he chose her. He later confessed he was being blackmailed by her family-a weakness that was a death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the staff quarters. He wasn't imprisoning his wife; he was guarding an asset. He needed the legitimate heir I carried to save his crumbling empire. His betrayal was absolute when his own mother and my adoptive parents arrived while he was away. They forced me to sign divorce papers, then told me they were taking me to a clinic. His mother pulled out a gun and pointed not at my head, but at my stomach. "We're terminating this complication," she said coldly. As they dragged me from the house, my world went dark. But through the haze, I saw a fleet of black cars blocking the gate. An army of men poured out, led by a face I had only ever seen in a photograph. Days earlier, locked in my room, I made a single phone call to the only man more powerful than my husband: my biological father, the head of the Chicago Outfit. And he had come to collect his daughter./1/117110/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260523192837&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Paid In Full: Escaping The Mafia King
My stepfather skimmed millions from the mafia and traded me to Dante Moretti, New York's most ruthless boss, to pay his blood debt. But Dante executed him anyway, and instead of letting me go, he locked me in his fortress as his personal property. I became a prisoner in a gilded cage. He controlled when I ate and slept, paraded me in heavy diamonds, and brutally murdered anyone who even looked at me. Even the only guard who showed me kindness eventually betrayed me, selling me to a rival gang to pay off his own debts. Dante slaughtered an entire warehouse of men just to get me back. He knelt in a pool of blood, his hands trembling as he touched my bruised face, claiming I was his only weakness. But his obsession didn't make me feel safe; it chilled me to the bone. I was never a human being to him. I was just collateral. A pet he wanted to own and lock away. So, during the chaos of a sudden blackout, I ran into the freezing night and never looked back. Three years later, I had a new name and a new life in London. When Dante finally found me, standing in my art gallery with graying hair and begging me to come back to be his Queen, I felt absolutely nothing. I calmly handed him an envelope containing every cent my stepfather had stolen. "The blood debt is paid, Dante. I don't want your money, and I definitely don't want you."/1/107724/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260202171841&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Married My Ex-Fiancé's Dangerous Uncle
I stood at the altar in a fifty-thousand-dollar custom lace gown, waiting to marry the boy I had loved since I was five. But Silas didn't say "I do." He answered a phone call, turned pale, and bolted toward the exit as if the gates of hell had opened, leaving me to face five hundred of New York's most dangerous criminals alone. He left me for a waitress named Lola. The humiliation was suffocating. The elite of the Five Families looked at me with pity, a Genovese princess rejected for trash. When Silas finally returned, he didn't apologize. He showed up with hickeys on his neck, clinging to Lola, and had the audacity to suggest I become his mistress. He even demanded I hand over my dowry—millions in weapons and cash—so he could fund their lifestyle and "redecorate" with her. He thought I was still the innocent girl who would beg for his scraps. He didn't realize that in the moment he ran, a shadow had stepped forward to fill the void. Dante Moretti. The Don. Silas's uncle. The most feared man in the city looked at me with dark, predatory eyes and offered me a choice: be a victim, or be a Queen. "Since you are to marry a Moretti," Dante said, extending his scarred hand, "why not marry the head of the table?" I looked at the door where Silas had disappeared, then at the Reaper standing before me. "I do," I whispered. Silas thought he had ruined my life, but he only cleared the way for me to marry the monster who would burn the world down for me./0/75498/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250509113816&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wicked Promises
When Isadora Langston survives an assassination attempt, she is sent into hiding under the protection of the one man her father warned her about-Luciano Moretti. He's ice and gunpowder, the dark prince of a crime empire that thrives in blood. She's America's golden girl, groomed for perfection and promises. What begins as reluctant proximity soon ignites into obsession, but with every kiss, secrets unravel-some that could ruin them both. In a world where loyalty kills and love is a weakness, can they survive each other... or will their wicked promises consume them?/1/122742/coverorgin.jpg?v=2b956d999950d8205c550854bda53eeb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back
I was supposed to marry Jerrell Griffin, securing an alliance between our wealthy families. But today, his mother threw a hospital report in my face, aggressively accusing me of murder. His fragile mistress, Bobby, sobbed in his arms, claiming I had viciously caused her miscarriage so I could keep my position as his fiancée. "Look at what you've done! You vicious, evil woman!" His mother shrieked, while Jerrell looked at me with absolute disgust, demanding I apologize to his mistress. The scene was a horrifyingly perfect replica of my nightmare. In that past life, these exact fake accusations had utterly destroyed me. I was abandoned by my family, publicly disgraced, and eventually died alone in a freezing, dark alley while they celebrated their twisted victory. They wanted to frame me again, expecting me to crumble and beg under the weight of a phantom grandchild. They thought I was just a pampered, helpless girl they could easily manipulate to elevate a lying mistress. But they forgot one crucial detail. I am Isabella Valeriano, the Princess of the Chicago Outfit. Instead of crying, I smiled coldly, picked up my phone, and called in my family's most feared enforcers. "Activate the Purification Protocol." This time, I wasn't just going to expose her fake pregnancy and cancel the wedding. I was going to erase the Griffin name from this city forever./0/69397/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b0f98291045c08d5922de9c07fa534f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Lord's Woman
In Sicily, Danica thought she'd escaped her suffocating past, but Ignazio's mysterious allure drew her in. As they grew closer, she uncovered his dark past and Mafia connections, and the dark truth about her father's role in his wife's murder. Torn between love and fear, she must confront her own demons and decide whether to forgive or flee. But as their secrets entwine, she realize that their past mistakes may be the very thing that destroys them– or sets them free./1/114451/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260429191528&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Betrayal: Her Escape From Darkness
The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call. He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.' Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting. The true gut punch: Sofia's Instagram, a prenup on Dante's desk, proudly showing *my* watch, captioned: 'Fourteen days left.' This wasn't their celebration; it was my death sentence. I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay./0/50312/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240426093255&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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=20260623151528&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=20260527141657&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)
