Mafia Books for Women
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Betrayed By Him: Marrying The Mafia Ghost
I had been locked in a freezing cellar for three days, starving and waiting for my husband, Marco, to save me. Instead, the iron door opened to reveal his mistress holding a toddler with Marco's exact face. Marco wasn't sterile like he had claimed for years. He just wanted my De Luca family trust funds. With my husband watching coldly, his mistress and a corrupt doctor pinned me to the concrete floor. "We're going to carve you up until you're unrecognizable, then throw you in the lake," she laughed. The most chilling part wasn't the affair. It was the realization that my mother-in-law, the mafia matriarch I had served faithfully for three years, had personally signed my death warrant to save their crumbling empire. The scalpel sliced deep into my cheek, permanently destroying my face as warm blood poured down my neck. I had given them everything. I used my family's money to pay off his secret gambling debts and endured endless insults about being a barren wife, only to realize the entire family viewed me as nothing but a pig to be slaughtered for cash. In the suffocating darkness, I didn't pray for mercy. I swore a blood oath. I didn't die in that cellar. Saved by a legendary rival boss, I stood outside the Falcone estate three weeks later. I pushed open the heavy oak doors to my own memorial service, the jagged red scar on my face silencing the hall. "I'm afraid your plans to inherit my estate will have to be postponed," I smiled at my terrified husband./1/109895/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2bc1c9adad70fe67434ea1190822341&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Husband Sold Me to the Don
My husband, Hudson Higgins, used my dowry to buy his way into the Chicago underworld while his family treated me like a servant in my own home. I endured their insults for the sake of my five-year-old daughter, Josie. But then, the unthinkable happened. I found Josie's small, lifeless body by the garden fountain, while my sister-in-law Karly and mother-in-law Eleanor stood by, complaining about their party plans. "She was just too naughty," Karly sneered, adjusting her pearls over my dead child. When I turned to Hudson for help, he looked at me with dead eyes and told me it was just her fate. In that moment of absolute grief, I remembered the words of the ruthless Don Damien Falcone: "Your husband is a man who knows how to close a deal." The truth sliced through me like a blade. Hudson hadn't just ignored the Don's interest in me; he had actively sold me to the Devil of Chicago to buy his seat at the table. He let his family punish me for the very sin he committed. I had lost everything-my dignity, my mother, and now my baby-all sacrificed for a man who traded his wife's body for power. The sorrow in my chest evaporated, replaced by a scorching, blinding thirst for a blood vendetta. After lunging at Hudson and feeling the world explode into white, I opened my eyes to find myself back in the winter of 1928. It was the exact night the nightmare began, and Don Damien Falcone was walking toward me in his penthouse. This time, I won't be the broken bird in his gilded cage. If Hudson wants to use me to climb the ranks, I will use the Don's dark obsession to burn the Higgins family to the ground./1/111193/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ef6e8dabd78fb09156bff6d994deded&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn: The Mafia Captive Wife's Revenge
Eleven years ago, Damien Falcone pulled me from the freezing waters, and I thought I was marrying my savior. Instead, he orchestrated my absolute ruin by forging evidence to frame me for selling a vital mafia bootlegging route to the FBI. Under the guise of saving me from the family's brutal death sentence, he stripped away my future as his Mafia Queen. He dragged me to New York and locked me in a gilded penthouse cage. For eleven years, I rotted away as his secret prisoner until my failing body finally gave out. As I collapsed in the freezing New York snow, he caught me, his hands trembling as he held my dying body against his chest. "No, Fia, stay with me. I did it to keep you alive. I had to—" I didn't want to hear his monstrous lies anymore. I had given him all my love, and he repaid me with a tomb. Loving him was the only unforgivable sin I ever committed. "I pray... we never meet again." When the howling wind faded, I opened my eyes to the heavy stench of rust and lake water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the cramped cabin of a cargo freighter, exactly sixteen years old again. It was the very night my jealous cousin sent an assassin to carve up my face and void my marriage to the Falcone family. This time, I quietly gripped the heavy oak slat under my mattress./0/63175/coverorgin.jpg?v=b83984ae603227d2a8a9d45fe1f59bdf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
NEVER KNEW HE WAS A MAFIA
Her father and stepmother died, leaving her to the brutal hands of her step brother. Her stepbrother is heartless. He treats her as a maid, is it a torture? She however discovers that she has been sold. Sold to a Ruthless Mafia, just to serve as a settlement for her stepbrother's debt. Now she fears her life. Would her life take a turn for the worse or for the best?/1/111518/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ba0417260c3939588f1cb4edcc642a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Dark Don's Captive Mafia Queen
I was kidnapped by the most dangerous mafia boss in Chicago, and the whole city wept for my heartbroken fiancé. Julian Hayes, the righteous Assistant District Attorney, played the tragic hero perfectly in the press. But the truth was, he orchestrated my kidnapping himself. For years, he manipulated me into draining my mother's untouchable mafia fortune to fund a rival mobster. Once he got the money, he threw me to Damien Moretti, the ruthless Dark Don, to be ruined. Julian did it all so he could cleanly break our engagement and marry my illegitimate half-sister, Mona, taking my birthright along the way. For a month, high society pitied the defiled girl locked in a monster's gilded cage, while my father eagerly prepared to hand Mona my legacy. They all thought I was weeping in the dark, waiting to be killed by a cold-blooded savage. They didn't realize the monster they threw me to was exactly the weapon I needed. When Mona sneaked into my gilded cage to gloat and demand I sign away my inheritance, I didn't cry. Instead, I grabbed her silver letter opener, ruthlessly sliced my own arm open, and let out a terrified scream. Damien descended like a god of death, violently hurling Mona against a stone fountain just for spilling my blood. I looked at the Don, my arm dripping crimson, and made a devil's bargain. "Let me go back to my father's house to wage my Vendetta. When I'm done, I will be your wife." The beast smiled and agreed. Tomorrow, my betrayers will learn what happens when you throw a princess to a monster, and she comes back a queen./0/75180/coverorgin.jpg?v=9582bedb2578c4be8c72dfda20982d30&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sierra Morgan: The Don's Bride
In the dark underbelly of Philadelphia, two opposing crime families-the Morgans and the Rinaldis-have maintained a tenuous peace. However, when a merciless Japanese gang executes the killings of their leaders to instigate turmoil, the equilibrium of power breaks, sending the city into a lethal battle of trickery, treachery, and vengeance. Sierra Morgan, the unacknowledged and overlooked daughter of the Morgan clan, is plunged into a perilous task: wed Dominic Rinaldi, the icy and strategic new Don of Il Condottiero, and deceive him for the sake of her vengeful half-siblings. It's a task she cannot decline, but as Sierra enters the foe's lair, she realizes that Dominic is not the cold-hearted villain she thought he was. Underneath his harsh facade exists a man marked by grief, allegiance, and hidden truths. As their arranged marriage develops into an unforeseen situation, Sierra feels conflicted between her allegiance to her family and the increasing emotions she harbors for the man she was meant to ruin. But betrayal runs deep on both sides, and when shocking truths emerge-including a secret child, forbidden affairs, and an insidious mole within the Rinaldi clan-Sierra realizes the true enemy may not be who she thought. With bloodshed escalating and time running out, Sierra must make an impossible choice: protect the man she loves or betray him to save herself. Can love survive in a world where loyalty is bought with blood, and betrayal is just another business transaction? A story of forbidden love, power struggles, and shocking twists, this gripping tale will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page./0/82318/coverorgin.jpg?v=ae03cbd3d449ed99ea83ab1ebf9d9b02&imageMogr2/format/webp)
New Orleans' Burning Heart
New Orleans was a powder keg, teetering on the brink of explosion. I, Isabelle "Izzy" Beaumont, the Mayor's daughter, believed I could save it. I offered myself in a desperate union to Jackson "Jax" Moreau, the charismatic gang leader I once loved, hoping to bridge the chasm between our warring worlds. But Jax's "union" was a brutal charade. He betrayed me, wiping out my family – my father mauled by his dogs, my brother crushed, my mother shamed to death. I became his prisoner, forced to watch as New Orleans burned and my world crumbled. Confined to a crumbling outbuilding, I endured constant torment. He even ordered the abortion of our unborn child. My former best friend, Clara, became his new queen, wearing my dead mother's necklace, reveling in my humiliation. All the while, a silent curse, a "living decay," gnawed at me, slowly consuming my life. Why this relentless hatred? Why did he ignore my silent suffering, my hidden sacrifice, claiming I was only paying for "my family's sins"? Didn't he remember when I' d dared to enter the dark bayou for him? It took me coughing up blood and collapsing, my body finally failing, for an ancient healer to appear. She revealed the impossible truth: the insidious curse eating me alive was the secret price I paid years ago, to save his life from a deadly cottonmouth bite. With my last breaths, can this shattering realization break the monster he's become, or is it simply too late for redemption in the ashes of our destroyed love?/1/118981/coverorgin.jpg?v=56170ffffd759f81aa4bbf10f1c6c337&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Killed by the Ones I Loved
I was the cherished heir of a powerful mafia family, fiercely protected by my brother, the Don, and my fiancé, the family's lethal Enforcer. But on my eighteenth birthday, they publicly framed me for the federal crimes committed by Chloe, a destitute orphan I had sponsored. They stripped me of my title and threw me into the syndicate's subterranean prison. For three months, I endured brutal electrocution and torture. When I was finally released, crippled and starving, I walked into my bedroom only to find my fiancé entangled with Chloe on my sheets. To secure their pity, Chloe faked a suicide attempt. My brother and fiancé dragged me to the clinic, pinning me down to forcefully drain my blood into Chloe as my penance. Even when the doctor exposed my arms, covered in horrific burn scars from the prison, my brother coldly ordered him to continue the transfusion. My heart, already failing from the repeated electrocutions, finally gave out. As my spirit drifted above my lifeless body, I watched the doctor reveal that the blood drain had killed me. I watched them uncover Chloe's bribery of the guards and my final, despairing voice memos. The two most ruthless men in the city fell to their knees, howling in agonizing remorse, begging my corpse for forgiveness. But looking at their tears, I felt absolutely nothing. I smiled, turned my back on their worthless apologies, and stepped into the blinding white light, leaving them to drown in a hell of their own making./0/78750/coverorgin.jpg?v=6a3b0d30365aa11a16bf976cfd057deb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Don Raffaele's Property
Evelyn Price, a 9 years old girl, was sold to an Italian Mafia by her father in exchange for money. Years later, She returns as a weapon made to seduce, fight, kill, and destroy. When she was auctioned to the highest bidder, Raffaele Romano, she discovered he wasn't like the other mafia lords. As she navigates her new life as Raffaele's property, She also battles between her mission for revenge and the unexpected emotions Raffaele awakens in her. In a world where loyalty is scarce and danger lurks at every corner, Evelyn must decide if she can trust Raffaele or if he is just another obstacle in her path to vengeance/1/118982/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f3bd24d937989336c29e09b03c6f33a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Who's Useless Now, Mr. Capo
For six years, I traded my life as the Syndicate's top cryptographer to be a devoted wife to Victor, a powerful Mafia Capo, and a loving mother to our son. But today, outside his elite academy, my six-year-old son looked me in the eye and called me a "useless pig" in flawless Russian. It was the exact curse his father used for his enemies. When I demanded answers, Victor merely rolled his eyes, calling me a hysterical, unappealing housewife who did nothing but sit at home. My mother-in-law openly mocked my weakness, encouraging my son to treat me like a maid. And Victor's mistress boldly texted me, bragging that he had promised her my place the moment I gave birth to my second child. They had poisoned my own blood against me, treating my years of silent sacrifice as an invitation to completely erase me. They truly believed I was just a helpless, pregnant civilian who would swallow their abuse to keep a roof over my head. They forgot that before my world shrank to the size of a drawing-room, I was the one who built the foundations of Victor's empire in the shadows. Looking at the digital evidence of Victor skimming millions from the Syndicate Boss—evidence his foolish mistress had accidentally sent me to taunt me—the last thread of my devotion snapped. I calmly packed my tactical bag, secured the encrypted ledgers, and dialed the ruling Consigliere. "I want a legally binding Severance, and in exchange, I am giving you Victor's head on a platter."/0/46955/coverorgin.jpg?v=5b76b5053085dbea8ce86013dce5548b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Agent
Sofia, an agent sent Uncover on a mission to inquire about evidence and schemes of an operation in a company allegedly said to be run by a Mafia Boss and his black market dealings. After falling in love with the cold, heartless Alexander Royce. Will she go through with her mission or leave it for love?/0/89458/coverorgin.jpg?v=fc9c814a77afaad57291df967c3fd3a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TERZO: Mafia's Redemption
TERZO When I took someone's life, I knew there was no going back. To seek redemption and save my sister from marrying an evil like Francesco Giordani, I have to find his runaway daughter. The job should be easy- bring Dani Souls home by any means necessary. But when life takes an unexpected turn, it's not always in the right direction. I find myself drawn to her. Seeing her terrified of me, I take it to my advantage. I didn't give her many options: marry me or marry another monster. My only issue is that she doesn't know I killed her brother. *** DANI When a tall, dark, and mysterious man steps into my life, I know he's a made man- extremely dangerous. In a moment of weakness, I shot him. For someone like Terzo Siciliano, a ruthless, unforgiving, and incapable of emotions, whose surname is feared by many, I should be dead by now. Instead, he plays his cards right and lures me into a trap- a marriage for my protection, or he owns my life. While our families are on the verge of a raging war, I feel helpless to resist his devilish charm. But I don't know which feels much worse, me treading on dangerous waters or uncovering his deceit?/0/74534/coverorgin.jpg?v=e22a28a0fca31189d58face1c509927d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
NIRVANA: THE MAFIA'S WILD SIN
"Run all you want, little wild rose... but you'll never escape me." Nirvana's life was supposed to be simple...until betrayal sold her to the devil himself. RAyNe St Trinity is cold, cruel, and untouchable, a man who rules the underworld with blood-stained hands and an unforgiving grip. Now, she's his possession. A pawn in his ruthless game. She resists. He enjoys the challenge. She begs for freedom. He tightens his hold. But as the lines between obsession and desire blur, Nirvana realizes escaping RAyNe isn't just impossible...it might be the last thing she wants. And when danger closes in, she's forced to ask herself the one question that terrifies her most... What if the man she fears is the only one who can save her?/0/89784/coverorgin.jpg?v=9da89ff4dc59f7b6923d0208e0ab9191&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dare To Love Me
"You... you killed my brother?" Kia's voice trembled with rage as her tearful eyes locked onto the man before her. "Yes, I did," Hades replied, his voice as cold as the steel in his hand. "And it was fun." In the unforgiving streets of Chicago, Kia Moreno is sold into the clutches of Hades Romano, the merciless kingpin of the South Side Mafia. Bound by her father's betrayal and haunted by her brother's murder, Kia vows revenge. But as days turn into nights, the lines between hate and desire blur. Hades, a man who thrives on fear, finds himself captivated by the one woman who dares to defy him. And Kia, torn between her need for vengeance and the pull of forbidden passion, discovers that love can be as dangerous as hate. When buried secrets resurface, and enemies close in, Kia must decide: will she destroy the man who ruined her life, or will she risk everything to save him?/1/115740/coverorgin.jpg?v=959f6a8a07fa2488b1b11b7363ba469c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Stolen Kiss, Her Lethal Cure
Elia was an orphan from the rust belt, taken in by the wealthy Chapman family in New York. To them, she was just a shameful charity case. The parents shoved her into a dusty storage closet, treating their other daughter Geri like a delicate princess, and mocked Elia as uneducated trash. When Elia secured her own admission to Manhattan Elite Prep, Geri's jealousy turned vicious. Geri orchestrated a massive smear campaign, posting anonymously on the school forum that Elia was a violent dropout who sold her body to a sugar daddy to pay tuition. In the cafeteria, the school's elite dumped dirty milk on Elia's food. They called her a whore and told her to go back to the streets, while Geri watched from afar with a victorious, innocent smile. They thought she was just a helpless stray dog who would easily break under their high-society cruelty. They had no idea she was actually "L", the dark web's most feared hacker, and "The Surgeon", a genius medical anomaly. They also didn't know she was currently tracking a dying Wall Street billionaire who had stolen her only necklace in a dark alley. What made these arrogant rich kids think they could destroy a girl who played with international firewalls for fun? Instead of crying, Elia calmly pulled out her phone. Within seconds, she breached the school's server, locking every screen in the building onto a blood-red skull. As Geri's own recorded voice plotting the fake rumors blasted through the PA system, Elia grabbed her bag, stepping back into the shadows to reclaim what was hers./1/112820/coverorgin.jpg?v=e54bea71f11e69a57930f4be31b2d2a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Scars, His Fiery Oblivion
For years, I was Faron Blackwell' s "whipping post." A cruel pact with his mother forced me to endure one hundred public humiliations for his affairs, a living tally of his conquests. I was a joke to high society, the wife who couldn't keep her husband. After the final scandal, I discovered I was pregnant. But Faron, repulsed by the scars his family' s punishments left on my body, hadn't touched me in months. He was convinced the child wasn't his. He ordered his mistress, a doctor, to terminate the pregnancy. "Make sure she feels every bit of it," he said. "No anesthesia." To force a confession about a lover who never existed, he trapped me and the children from my non-profit in a building and set off a bomb. As the inferno raged, I heard him screaming my name. I ran straight into the flames, ready to end the nightmare. But Faron didn't know his own mother had a different escape plan for me all along./1/104709/coverorgin.jpg?v=d28a842ebb5b486c98fdd9cf5b8b0297&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Can't Buy My Heart, Mr. Vitiello
My father sold me to the Vitiello Crime Family to settle a three-million-dollar gambling debt. For three years, I was Dante Vitiello’s property. I warmed his bed, tended his wounds, and let him own every part of me. I thought I was earning my freedom. I thought I mattered. Then his "true queen," the Mafia Princess Sofia, returned to the city. Dante pushed me off his lap the moment she walked into the room. He ordered me to leave because, in the presence of his equal, I was nothing more than "the help." The humiliation didn't stop there. He evicted me from the penthouse to renovate it for her. At a gala, he outbid me for my grandmother’s heirloom bracelet—my family's last scrap of dignity—just to gift it to Sofia in front of the entire city. But the final blow came when he came to my bed drunk one last time. He kissed me with a desperate hunger, whispering that he was only "practicing" his technique on me so he would be perfect for her. I realized then that I wasn't a person to him. I was a training dummy. A debt with a pulse. He told me to wait for him while he took her to Paris. He thought I would stay in the kennel like a good pet. He was wrong. While he was gone, I accepted a surgical fellowship in Switzerland. I snapped my SIM card in half, left his millions on the floor, and boarded a one-way flight. By the time the Wolf comes home to find his cage empty, I will be gone./0/59936/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e3da57a99f749d0a77e3c6be0b0270a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Contract
Joan is a girl who's struggling to make ends meet and to pay for her mother's medical bills. A glimmer of hope appears when she gets invited for a job interview to work as a maid for the Stonewood family. Derrick Stonewood is a name that's well known. He's a billionaire and America's most eligible bachelor. However, he has a secret to his wealth. What happens when these two cross paths? Will they be able to keep their hands off each other? More over, what's the end result when business is mixed with pleasure?/1/104710/coverorgin.jpg?v=7fcfde10dea5f88b609372e90f5202f3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: The Mafia Heiress's Ruthless Comeback
I was just the decoration at the gala, the dutiful wife of Chicago's Underboss, Dante Moretti. Then my phone buzzed with a photo of his hand on another woman's thigh, taken inside the venue just minutes ago. I finally snapped, leaking the photo to the press to shame him. Dante dragged me home, pinned me to the sofa, and carved a thin line into my collarbone with a switchblade. "You don't get to leave until I say you're done," he warned. But the real devastation came later. An anonymous video file revealed the truth about my mother's "suicide" ten years ago. She didn't jump. My sister, Sofia, pushed her. And Dante? He didn't marry me for power. He brokered a deal with my father to cover up the murder and took me as hush money. I crashed Sofia's birthday party to expose them, but my father slapped me in front of everyone. Dante grabbed my fresh wound and forced me to my knees. "Apologize to your sister," he threatened, "or I bulldoze your mother's grave right now." I swallowed my pride, bowed my head, and apologized. But Sofia just laughed, pulled out a detonator, and pressed the button anyway. "Oops," she giggled as the explosion rocked the ground. "Happy birthday to me." Watching the smoke rise from my mother's destroyed mausoleum, the old Elena died. I vanished into the night, leaving behind signed divorce papers and my bloodied dress. When Dante finally tracked me down, I wasn't hiding in fear. I was standing next to his mortal enemy, Luca Rossi, wearing a massive diamond ring. I handed Dante a cream-colored envelope. "What is this?" he asked, his hands trembling. "An invitation," I said, my voice ice-cold. "To the wedding of Don Luca Rossi and Elena Vitiello."/0/86541/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ac41f7ce498f79a069a68188d670994&imageMogr2/format/webp)
