Mafia Books for Women
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Vengeance Embrace
In a world of shadows and secrets, Eisley, a deadly assassin, embarks on a perilous mission to eliminate Mr. Night, to save her ex-boyfriend in distress. Little did she know that her greatest weakness, an allergic reaction to roses, would lead her down a path she never anticipated. When faced with an overwhelming scent of roses, her failed attempt only leads to an unforeseen turn of events. Instead of meeting her demise, Mr. Night spares her life and claims her as his possession. Eisley grapples with the unexpected, torn between her trained instincts and an enigmatic captor who gradually unravels her defenses, capturing her heart in his own twisted way. As Eisley delves deeper into the enigma that is Mr. Night, she discovers a man of complexity, both dangerous and caring in his own peculiar manner. Their journey together transforms them into a formidable duo, feared and coveted by all. However, the challenges they face are immense, with enemies closing in from every direction, eager to dismantle their empire. Love becomes their guiding light in a world that conspires against them, and Eisley finds herself standing at a crossroads, torn between loyalty and an unanticipated love. Amidst a backdrop of romance, suspense, and intrigue, their entwined destinies unfold in a high-stakes battle for survival. Eisley must rely on her lethal skills and the depths of her heart to navigate a treacherous path filled with peril and uncertainty. Will she remain true to her original mission or surrender to the alluring power of love? Brace yourself for a captivating tale that will keep you enthralled until the final page, where danger and desire collide in an unforgettable climax./0/70030/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb3bd25d62ff487304ba538962f81792&imageMogr2/format/webp)
UNDER THE DON'S COMMAND
His hand shot out, gripping her chin tighter, forcing her to meet his eyes "listen carefully and make sure this words stick in your head" "You belong to me, I own you. No matter how far you run.. i will find you and then the next time you try to escape, I will make sure you are in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Do you understand?" Rosa's body shook as his words sank in, each one a cold sharp blade, she nodded unable to form words. ____________ Sold to Italy's most feared mafia don to repay her father's debt, Rosa's life becomes a prison. Her only way out? Escape - even if it means running while eight months pregnant. But one wrong move leads to betrayal, a bullet, and her disappearance. Years later, Rosa reemerges as Jia -a new name, a new life, a loving husband, and twin children. She's finally free... or so she thinks. When fate brings her face to face with Silvio, the man she fled, Jia must hide the truth at all costs. But with each encounter, danger grows - and so does a forbidden attraction/1/119777/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f39475473f18821db324b654761a162&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Divorced Wife He Could Never Afford
I spent ten years building a mafia empire with my husband, Julian, taking bullets and laundering millions to make him the untouchable Don. But today, he slid a fifty million dollar divorce settlement across the boardroom table, demanding I step down to make room for his naive new mistress. He stripped me of my titles and gave her my Underboss pendant. He fabricated rumors of my infidelity to ruin my reputation in the Underworld, just to build a spotless pedestal for her. When I was bleeding out in a turf war, he let her hang up my desperate call for backup. "Julian had a stressful day, please do not bother him with your gang drama." He didn't even apologize. Instead, he threatened to feed me to rival families if I didn't disappear, leaving me completely isolated and hunted by assassins. Ten years of hiding bodies and surviving for his sake were reduced to a severance package. I stared at the man who once slaughtered an entire syndicate just to crown me his Queen, feeling nothing but a suffocating betrayal. How could he abandon our blood-soaked vows for a cheap replica playing a dangerous game? I didn't cry or beg him to remember us. I calmly signed the papers, stepped out of his fortress, and initiated a live broadcast to the highest judges of the Commission, leaking the corrupt ledgers that would burn his empire to the ground./1/100379/coverorgin.jpg?v=c68d4fe770d4cfc34b0ab04c234223d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose The Mistress, I Took Everything
On the night of our fifth anniversary, I wasn't drinking champagne. I was standing in the shadows of my husband's study, clutching an encrypted drive I found taped behind our wedding photo. It contained the blueprints to a life Dante was building with another woman—Sofia Ricci, the daughter of our sworn enemy. He wasn't just cheating on me. He was using the Port Redevelopment project I had spent two years designing to launder the money he needed to run away with her. When I confronted him, Dante didn't beg for forgiveness. He looked at me with the cold indifference of a Capo and told me to fix my face for dinner. The humiliation didn't stop there. He forced me to share a car with his mistress while my ankle was swollen and throbbing from a fall. He fussed over Sofia’s "delicate" motion sickness while ignoring my pain completely. "Elena is sturdy," he dismissed. Sturdy. Like a mule. Like a table he owned. He even stripped me of my rank, handing my multi-million dollar operation to Sofia simply because she had a "vision" for glass walls. He thought I was just a compliant wife, a placeholder to keep his books clean while he played house with his true love. He forgot that while he was the muscle, I was the architect. So, at the Family Gala, wearing a backless revenge dress, I didn't just ask for a separation. I threw a glass of champagne in his face and announced to the entire underworld that the accounts were empty. I didn't just leave him. I took the encryption keys, the money, and his entire future with me./0/65650/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ce9913bb2bd129f33a1c04a0a7327b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kidnapped by my ex's boss
Sarah felt content with her existence. She could overcome anything as long as her fiancé and boyfriend were by her side, even with the daily challenges. That's what she thought, until he abruptly stopped talking to her and left her with their ring and a message. Brokenhearted, she attempts to go on, but instead she gets kidnapped and taken into the arms of the incredibly attractive Dominic, the Mafia boss. When she discovers that the man she loved wasn't who she believed him to be, everything is turned upside down. "He informed me that he is employed in security," "No, cara-he was employed by me." With his henchman having abruptly defected with crucial information, Dominic Caruso kidnaps his fiancée and holds her as collateral and bait. He had no idea that she would turn out to be more fascinating and distracting than he had anticipated, nor that he would find himself drawn to her. As identities and realities are exposed, there is more to the maze of peril and secrets than first appears. Would Sarah make it through the chaos? Would Dominic be able to let her go when the time came?/1/120560/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b980c0f9b802ae0fb373efd0ec03e4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The True Mafia Princess Who Never Came Home
I am the true bloodline daughter of the Romano Syndicate, but my brother, the Don, hid me in a safe house while treating his adopted sister, Natalia, like the real mafia princess. Blood meant nothing to them. So I decided it would mean nothing to me. On my twenty-first birthday, Natalia publicly humiliated my impoverished past in front of his men just to steal my only birthday wish. My brother didn't stop her; instead, he indulged her cruelty just to keep her happy. When I finally decided to pack my bags and leave, they cornered me in a city boutique. Natalia maliciously crushed the only photograph of my dead adoptive parents under her designer heel. "Look at this garbage," she mocked, grinding the glass into my mother's smiling face. When I fought back, my own brother violently twisted my arms behind my back. He held his own blood sister defenseless just so the fake princess could slap me across the face. He claimed he had to protect the family from her tantrums, but all he did was treat my existence like a toxic infection. I finally understood that in this family, blood meant absolutely nothing. I dropped the trunk of mafia money, walked out the door, and boarded an off-the-grid freight train to the rural south. When the Don finally realized his mistake and brought the whole syndicate to my farm begging for my return, I didn't even blink./1/118996/coverorgin.jpg?v=8e4e6336f1bcb75b6eb523519e9eff1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cleaning Lady Was Your Wife
I dragged my burned, battered body back from a cartel execution squad, disguising myself as a hired cleaner to enter my own New York penthouse. Instead of a grieving family, I found my husband, my five-year-old son, and my best friend throwing a party to celebrate my assassination. "We are celebrating because the bad lady is never coming back," my son chirped. He had sold the sacred protection medallion I bought him to buy his father's mistress a diamond bracelet. As I scrubbed the floors in secret, I listened to them laugh. My husband had been sleeping with my best friend for seven years, secretly draining my elite Syndicate payouts to fund her lavish lifestyle. My pregnancy was a calculated setup just to breed an heir for them so she wouldn't ruin her body. They even pulled the fangs out of my loyal dog and sold him to an underground fighting pit because he tried to protect my memory. I had taken bullets in the dirt and built our entire mafia empire from the shadows. Why did the people I loved and protected repay my blood with such venomous betrayal? But my husband made one fatal mistake when he orchestrated that cartel ambush. He didn't make sure I was actually dead. When the absolute ruler of the Syndicate arrived to deliver my posthumous honors, I wiped the medical concealer from my jagged scars. I stepped out of the shadows and demanded a blood tribunal./1/100380/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d8a4018af45490a646ff653edaee56d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Waitress Is Actually The Mafia Queen
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."/1/105386/coverorgin.jpg?v=6580b39ff1a5a579127fab6ff1e18d0e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Debt Collector's Bride
Sera Hale is a young art student living a completely sheltered life, unaware of her father's dangerous secrets. When her father's debt is called in by the ruthless mafia boss, Damien Vescari, Sera is suddenly kidnapped and forced into marriage. She's terrified of Damien, especially because she suspects he was involved in her mother's death. But what truly confuses Sera is the intense, almost obsessive familiarity in his eyes and the surprising kindness he sometimes shows her. Sera doesn't realize the shocking truth: Damien was her anonymous online soulmate from years ago-the boy she fell in love with before her father suddenly cut her off. Damien has been searching for her ever since. Now, he finally has her, but their reunion is a nightmare. She sees him only as a kidnapper, and her love is replaced by fear. As Sera fights for her freedom, she discovers that their past is tangled up in dangerous secrets./0/59550/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c3510e6ef557347bd693c25bdff0e35&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hiding Mafia's
"Good day, everyone. My name is Meggan Minx Foreister, and I'm the twin of the late head architect Meggay Minx Foreister. I am the new Head Architect." Her eyes met ours. "Meggay is dead, and all of you are the reason why she died." She smirked as Phoebe burst into tears. "Are you ready to face the consequences?" she said, still smirking. Secrets by secret and will come out soon. Who is Meggay's killer? Who is the real killer? It's been six years, but the case was never solved. Meggay's death did not appear on TV, and the police did not hear about what happened on the wedding day of Patricio and Grethel. Did everyone forget Meggay? What if one of the reasons for Meggay's death was the person you care about? Are they ready to face hell?/1/120404/coverorgin.jpg?v=e67a7beac081ca4738ac606aa035eabe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Cold Queen And Her Weeping Don
I was the wife of the city's most ruthless mafia boss, bound to him by a sacred blood oath. For six years, I stood beside Lorenzo Falcone as he built his empire from blood and ash. I believed our bond was unbreakable—until the night I unlocked his private safe. Inside, hidden beneath a false bottom, was a black velvet box. And inside that box was a silver moon pendant engraved with two letters: S&L. Sofia and Lorenzo. Sofia was his most lethal Capo—the architect of his most profitable ventures. The woman he swore was nothing more than a trusted soldier. While I was suffocating in our bulletproof mansion, he had been sharing late-night whispers with her on burner phones. While I lay alone in our bed, he stood on the balcony in the freezing dark, his voice low and urgent, speaking her name into a disposable phone. When I confronted him, the man who could end a bloodline with a flick of his wrist completely crumbled. "I never touched her," he sobbed, his knuckles bleeding as he pounded on my locked door. "I swear on my life—she was only an emotional crutch during the syndicate war. You have to believe me." But belief was a luxury I could no longer afford. For six months, I treated him like a ghost. The terrifying Don who made Capos tremble was reduced to a weeping mess, cooking my meals and standing vigil outside my library door until dawn, begging for a single glance. I couldn't understand how the fiercely loyal soldier, who once carved me a wooden rose with his combat knife, could let another woman into our shadows. Had absolute power completely rotted the man I loved? Or had I simply been blind from the start? When he finally fell to his knees, offering to surrender his entire criminal empire just to stop me from walking away, I made my decision. I wouldn't just give him a clean divorce. I was going to put the head of the Family on trial—and make the entire underworld watch./1/102101/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d8d577ab77fb2e432e7d762b9a875a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Wife: The Shadow Strategist Returns
I stood in the center of the ballroom, watching my husband accept credit for the massacre I had meticulously planned. To the underworld, Craig Snyder was the King, a strategic genius who had crippled the Russian mafia. To me, he was the man who had just re-gifted my anniversary present—a Patek Philippe watch—to match the diamond bracelet dangling from his mistress’s wrist. The Senator’s daughter, Chanel, laughed at a joke only he could hear, wearing a red dress and a look of naive adoration that used to be mine. When I confronted him, expecting an apology, Craig didn't just dismiss me. He slapped me across the face in front of the city's elite, the sound echoing like a gunshot. He yanked the wedding ring off my finger, drawing blood, and placed it into Chanel’s palm, calling me a hysterical, barren relic. Later, I found the forged documents. He had signed my name to transfer every asset we built together into his sole possession, leaving me with nothing but a hush-money check. He thought I was just a scorned wife. He forgot that I was the architect of his empire. So, I drove my car off a bridge. I let the world believe I was dead. I let him mourn the woman he destroyed while I watched from the shadows, erasing his existence from my accounts. Six months later, at the Global Crime Summit, Craig stood up with a diamond ring, ready to beg my memory for forgiveness. But the doors opened, and I didn't walk in alone. I walked onto the stage holding the hand of his deadliest rival, Felix Tyson. I wasn't there to take him back. I was there to take his kingdom./1/117119/coverorgin.jpg?v=b022da3f3711d0dab71200bba611e890&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claiming The Queen: The Mafia Boss's Rise
When the Syndicate Elders issued a blood decree, my Underboss fiancé had seventy-two hours to marry me or lose his territory. But instead of securing our alliance, Pietro slid my four-carat blood-diamond engagement ring onto the finger of Mia, the nineteen-year-old protégé I had rescued from the gutters. He let her leak confidential intel that cost our Family over a million dollars, yet he fiercely protected her while blaming me. He publicly stripped me of my rank as Consigliere, relocating my desk to the entry-level floor. Then, he demanded I forfeit my controlling shares directly into Mia's name. "Stop making a scene before you ruin your chances of ever becoming my wife," he warned me patronizingly. I looked at the man I had dodged bullets with for four years to build this legitimate empire from nothing. He was so poisoned by power and ego that he truly believed I would accept being his powerless trophy wife while he paraded his mistress around. He thought I was just a submissive woman who desperately needed him to survive. Without a second of hesitation, I picked up the pen and signed my power away. What Pietro didn't know was that I had already secretly transferred my true holdings to the daughter of the city's most feared Don. I left him holding a worthless piece of paper, packed my bags, and went back to my old territory to build a new fortress./1/118840/coverorgin.jpg?v=1efc5026834fb56cb20136f60f079963&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Next Life For The Don
For two years, I endured hell in an underground brothel, bleeding to earn the bribe money to save my Mafia Don husband from the electric chair. But when Cassio finally returned, he didn't come to rescue me. He marched in with thirty armed enforcers, threw annulment papers on my chest, and announced his new mistress was pregnant with his heir. The mistress was Camilla, a low-level associate who stole the credit for my sacrifice. Cassio believed every lie she told, looking at my degrading uniform with pure disgust. "Sign the papers. You have disgraced the Moretti name enough." He ignored the whip marks and burn scars covering my ruined body, tossing a stack of cash at my feet like I was trash. When I tried to buy my freedom with the ten million dollars I had agonizingly earned, he ruthlessly blocked my bid. He demanded I kneel and pledge loyalty to Camilla, trapping me as their property. I couldn't understand how the man who once promised to burn the world down for me could be so blind. I had destroyed my body and my ability to ever carry a child just to secure his freedom. Yet he was standing here, publicly humiliating me for the woman who secretly orchestrated my torture. Staring into his cold, unforgiving eyes, my dead heart finally turned to ash. I calmly invoked the ancient, fatal 'Angel's Drop' trial. I wrapped the sheer red silk around my wrists and ascended into the dark sky, choosing a shattered death in the freezing harbor over a life with him./0/81452/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5b0fe5063d680821fbd1b70ed58015e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE LUPINE MAFIA
He's a ruthless Mafia .She's the human who made him lose control. Jaxon Voxx doesn't do love. He rules the mafia underworld with a silver tongue, a blood-stained suit, and claws that tear through enemies without mercy. But one night with a stranger ,a woman with fire in her eyes and sorrow in her soul,shatters his discipline. Astrid Wilder is drowning in bills, grief, and guilt. A one-night escape in a club's VIP room was never supposed to follow her. But six months later, the man who took her breath away shows up at her mother's funeral. And pretends she's a stranger. He doesn't know her name. She never expected to see him again. But fate isn't finished with them. Now Jaxon wants answers. Astrid wants distance. And neither can stop the storm brewing between them. Dark secrets. Forbidden attraction. Savage possessiveness. She's the human who awakens the wolf. He's the Alpha who can break her... or fall to his knees for her. One night. One bite. One dangerous obsession./0/56735/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f2ed077f169a8fc12e823aa14b49d93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE MAFIA LORD’S FORBIDDEN PLEASURE.
“You are mine. I own you. Nobody… no one, gets to know how you taste. I will kill for you. I will kill anyone who touches a strand of hair on your head. No one dares to look at you the way I do. It is not a request. I do not beseech you. It is a threat,” his dangerously deep voice whispered in her ear. “You… you are getting worked up. I am just your mistress.” “No. The moment you sign on those papers, you belong to me. You are mine for the rest of your life. No one… gets you. You are my property, Malyshka.” === To Leilani, rule number one was: Never date a married man. However, when the freakishly hot devil disguised as the cruelest mafia lord, Diego took a sudden interest in her, all of her rules got bent right before her eyes and unfortunately for her, there was nothing she could do. He would not take no for an answer. He was worse than fear. He was worse than death… and he would kill anyone who opposed him. He was not the average man. He was Don Killian Diego, and he found pleasure most in killing./1/118997/coverorgin.jpg?v=07821f374e019e7e81f6f8bef4cdb2a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Took Half, He Kept His Queen
For five years, I was the loyal shadow behind Dominic Falcone, the ruthless Don of the Cosa Nostra. But for the third year in a row, he forgot my birthday. Instead, I watched him scrape my untouched birthday cake into a thermos. "This is for Elena. She is having a severe panic attack." With those cold words, he rushed off to comfort his Consigliere's fragile daughter. He always claimed Elena was just a ward he was sworn by blood to protect. Yet, he gave her the custom armored SUV he bought as my compensatory gift. He shared a drink from her straw in front of his soldiers, letting her publicly mock my place in his life. During cartel shootouts or when I was burning with a severe fever, his fierce protection was solely reserved for her, leaving me to fend for myself. I used to think his emotional distance was simply the heavy burden of a Mafia Boss. I couldn't understand how a man who once claimed me with terrifying devotion could now completely erase my existence for another woman's trivial whims. Why did I have to bleed out in a one-sided war just to fight for second place? Sitting in his cold marble penthouse, I finally realized it is not difficult to surrender something that was never truly yours. So, on the day my security lease expired, I packed a single black canvas bag. I transferred my exact half of the living expenses to his illicit offshore account. Then, I blocked the Don's number and vanished without a trace./0/80670/coverorgin.jpg?v=15a1c4464f8c066e801cefaa25fd57a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHEN LOVE WORKS
Lia, a twenty-one year old lady from a wealthy mafia Italian family finally finds love in a rival mafia family. After much persuasion she and her lover, Franco are able to convince their families that their love for each other was real and deep and they later get married. However, on their wedding day Franco starts to behave strangely. He is not the man that Lia used to know when they were dating. He changes from the sweet loving and caring gentleman that he was while they courted to an arrogant and abusive husband. Franco opens up to Lia's elder brother, Lorenzo, on their wedding day that he won't be the husband that Lia had always dreamed of. He promises to make her life a misery. Lorenzo is shocked by Franco's openness particularly as they were just getting married and tries to persuade Lia to call off the wedding. Lia does not listen to Lorenzo because according to her it was not news that the Franco's family was a rival mafia family. She believed that they had crossed that hurdle successfully when both families agreed to their marriage. She dismisses Lorenzo's warnings which she thought were based on that ground. Lorenzo, however, goes on to tell the rest of the family what Franco had told him personally. After the wedding, Lia begins to experience what Lorenzo her brother tried to warn her about. Franco had started abusing her both physically and verbally. However, Lia not knowing the reason for this sudden change in her husband was determined to keep her marriage. Two years after their wedding, she still had not conceived. This she attributed to the lack of peace and love she was experiencing in her marriage. Her love for Franco however was still very strong and she was determined to make her marriage work. One day she came back from shopping at noon to find Franco, her husband stark naked with another lady on their matrimonial bed. This was when she realized that her relationship with Franco had so much degenerated. She decided to leave him for a while until he was willing and ready to get help to restore their union. Lia ends up going back to her father's house. Her brother Lorenzo one day discovers some scars and bruises on his sister's body giving him a clearer picture of what she had been through while she was with Franco. He accuses her of lying and covering up for Franco all this while. Against Lia's wish he reveals it to the family and vows to avenge every pain Franco had put his sister through. Franco on the other hand does not change his ways. He decides to continue to have all the fun in his life believing that Lia's love for him would soon make her come back begging once she comes back to her senses. Her brother tries to persuade her to divorce Franco, but she refuses as she still loved Franco very much. This only infuriated Lorenzo the more. He swore he would kill Franco for breaking his sister's heart and taking his family for granted. He goes ahead to advise Lia not to bother thinking of going back to Franco because to him Franco was already a dead man. During a family gathering she begs her family to help her save her marriage as that was the only reason why she left her home in the first place. What had caused the sudden change in Lia's husband, Franco? Would Lia be able to restore the love she was sure Franco once had for her? Can she save Franco from Lorenzo's anger and promise to avenge every pain he had put her through? Read this compelling story to find out if true love is enough to bring about the love, peace and harmony Lia desires./0/69563/coverorgin.jpg?v=36bcb7980002931dd2f5a63a2155a8a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Lovely Spy
Bella Trump is an aspiring Actress that wanted to fulfill her life long dream as well as her dead mother's of becoming a famous actress. Her dream and wishes were aborted when she had a one night stand with a man by mistake and her father gave her a mission to spy on the notorious Mafia group in the city if she wanted him to help in sponsoring her Career. Bella had no other choice than to venture into the Lion's den and there she met the least expected person! The man she slept with. Miguel Rodriguez, the most notorious Mafia lord that ushered several drug distribution across the state. As things goes on, Bella discovered that behind the mask of a notorious Mafia Lord was a loving man with a painful past. What happened when Bella asked him to marry her because he slept with her so that she could spy on him?/0/85989/coverorgin.jpg?v=71048ef39f55e525626d75fba3c12dbd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
