Mafia Books for Women
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Bloody tears of heart
Its based on true story of general fictional character .the character building is created from one event which is the main character have been victim of early marriage and sexually abused and she became pregnant and deliver the baby ,but after this she will develop a cope up mechanism to be a successful women in her carrier and education .In this case there will be betrayal ,mafia,history,romance kind of fictional characters so I can say its a general fictional tragedy./1/103853/coverorgin.jpg?v=6682d1d50850b6c398659a95a99c97a9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
In The Devil's keeping
At eighteen years old, Estelle is kicked out of the only place she knew as home. With nowhere left to go, she goes toward Club Paradise, a place that offers the basic amenities she lacks: food, clothes, shelter, and a well-paying job. *** The room was thick with smoke and muted chatter, but the moment Antonio D'Amico's eyes landed on her, the world narrowed to just her. Estelle froze, heart hammering, as if some unseen force had pulled her into his gaze. He didn't move at first, simply studied her with a cold, calculating intensity that sent a shiver straight down her spine. One night with him shifts the course of her life forever. Something in him fractures; obsession blooms, dangerous, consuming and he decides to take her away, forever. *** What will happen to Estelle? Will her fortune finally turn around, or is she about to experience hell... and an unexpected, forbidden bond growing inside the darkness?/1/116368/coverorgin.jpg?v=0279160fe162183d314ca27cdc120312&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Erased Wife's Spectacular Wedding Revenge
My wedding was perfect. Every rose. Every note of music. Every lie. I married Alessandro Moretti believing I was the heroine of a love story. The heir to the most feared family on the West Coast had chosen me—a wedding planner from nowhere—over duty, over blood, over the Rossetti princess his mother had already picked for him. I thought that meant he loved me. I was wrong. The text came through on our wedding night. From her. Gianna Rossetti. "Now that the wedding's over, when do I finally get you to myself?" Three days later, Alex looked me in the eye from a hospital bed and asked, "I'm sorry... who are you?" Fake amnesia. A staged accident. His mother, his mistress, and the family doctor—all in on it. They wanted me to walk away quietly. What I didn't know then was that walking away quietly was the kindest option on the table. The other one involved a car accident on a winding road and a funeral no one would question. Then Don Moretti's man handed me an envelope of cash on the sidewalk outside the apartment I no longer had a key to. "Start over somewhere comfortable," he said. "Far from San Francisco." I took the money. I didn't leave. I'm going to plan their wedding now. Gianna and Alex. The princess and the heir. And when I'm done, every chandelier, every centerpiece, every last napkin will be a monument to the worst mistake the Moretti family ever made. They thought they were giving me an exit. I'm building them a cage./1/104166/coverorgin.jpg?v=2578445dafd184d47f9e7f9c353d6fe5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MY VIRGIN MAID
He hired a maid. What he got was a virgin. Now, he wants to ruin her-softly, slowly, completely. Eighteen and untouched, Christina never imagined her first job would land her in the mansion of a dangerously powerful billionaire. Bryce Alistair doesn't ask. He commands. And now, the innocent little maid is learning what it means to obey-one moan, one punishment, one wicked whisper at a time. Dark. Erotic. Addictive. She thought she was just cleaning his house. She didn't know she was walking into his cage. Christina is eighteen, broke, and desperate. Her first job lands her in the mansion of Bryce Alistair-a cold billionaire with eyes that strip her bare. He's older, richer, and terrifyingly magnetic. She tries to keep her distance, but her innocence draws him in like a flame. He doesn't want love. He wants obedience. And she's about to learn what it means to kneel. As their dangerous relationship deepens, lines blur between pain and pleasure, punishment and reward, fear, and yearning. But behind his sharp commands hides a man darker than she imagined-and she's about to discover that taming the virgin maid isn't just about breaking her body... It's about owning her completely/0/66152/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4e520856b600bc6181c69c08b1448b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Legend Mafia Slave
Everything about trust, love and loyalty. Makidi was the Mafia Lord in search for trust and love but he could not find elsewhere than in a so called maid, her name is Mande. She is a girl that can keep secrets, she's confidential and we'll respected by anyone that comes her way, she's the Mafia slave and the legend in the story, when all hope seems defeated she's never defeated, when all hope is gone she's never gone, she remains like eternity in the midst of trouble and up's she stood her ground and acted like a hero and not a slave that she was supposed to be./0/52699/coverorgin.jpg?v=77c54c2086d1c74b25913eb9ed594f39&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Love Affair: From One Night To Forever
Alessandro Martini, once the play boy is changed in to a mature and responsible man, when took over the position of CEO of Martini Group, however, not many knows about his true identity of being an Italian mafia leader except those are involved. Being CEO and ruthless mafia leader his life is full of challenges because of his rivals on both sides, to make it worst his father demands an heir from him, he wouldn't have given a damn to his wish unless he was threatened by his own father on the positions he holds. Autumn is the ordinary girl, who struggled for making her career after she was ditched by her boyfriend four years ago, while crying out for his betrayal she happened to spend the night with stranger, someone whose identity she doesn't know. However, as time passes she was happy with her twin babies and her life until one day when kidnapping of her sons brought her face to face with their father, knowing his identity only scared her for her and her kid's life./1/113866/coverorgin.jpg?v=f1a3236cca4b2ce5918a65135739b4d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Heiress: Married To The Devil
I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost. When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust. His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa. When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight. "My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together." Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion. The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids. "Clean this up." They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest. I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy." As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta. When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown. I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday. This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground./0/62242/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e40d87bc9220c71a42650cc9ea9b8db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MAFIA SUDDEN BRIDE
It all began years ago when Cassandra father, Marco Lopez had sign off a marriage deal with Anthony King. The deal says that Marco daughter, Cassandra will get married to Anthony son, Francis King. Years went by and the kids involve in this marriage deal grew up. Francis King grew up to be a handsome, powerful man. He took over the reign of his father Mafia group and to fulfil his late father wish. Francis seek out Cassandra to marry her just like his father wanted. But Cassandra didn't want the marriage and in order to get out of it, she and her mother lied to Francis. Making him believe that their maid Flora Martin is Cassandra, the bride he intend to get married to. Unknown to poor Flora, Cassandra and her mother ask her to deliver a parcel to someone in Italy. Not being able to refuse and happy about having her first trip out of the country, Flora agreed to go. But what she didn't expect on her arrival is a man waiting for her to arrive so he can marry her. __________ "What did you just say?" Flora ask, starring at the handsome devil in front of her. "I don't repeat myself twice" "Well you will have to repeat it cause there's some mistake somewhere" Flora said, moving past him but he caught her by the waist and drew her to him. A gasp left Flora lips as she stare into his green eyes. "There's no mistake sweetheart, you are getting married to me today and that's the truth" _________ How do you think Flora will get out of this one? Will she be able to prove that she's not Cassandra? How do you think Francis will take it when he finds out that there is a man in Flora's life already?/1/104480/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa9e04256337426735bbcb3ed3c2a5aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: The Innocent Traitor I Destroyed
I walked out of the federal penitentiary with a terminal cancer diagnosis and exactly six months to live. Desperate for money to pay for a sky burial, I returned to the Vitiello family, the people who now wanted me dead. Dante, the man I had loved since childhood, looked at me with pure hatred. He thought I was the monster who killed his mother. He didn't know I had confessed to a crime I didn't commit to hide the ugly truth—that she had taken her own life. To punish me, Dante became cruel. He forced me to work as a servant, making me stand guard outside his bedroom door while he was intimate with his fiancée, Sofia. When the estate caught fire, I didn't hesitate. I ran into the inferno. I dragged Dante to safety, my back burning as debris fell on me, scarring me forever. But when he woke up, I hid in the shadows and let Sofia take the credit. I couldn't let him feel indebted to a "murderer." I thought that was the worst of it. I was wrong. On the eve of his wedding, Sofia had an accident and needed a blood transfusion. I was the only match. Dante didn't know my body was already shutting down. He didn't know my blood was poisoned with cancer markers. "Take it all," he roared at the doctors, ignoring my frail, trembling body. "Just save my wife." I died on that table, drained dry to save the woman who stole my life. It wasn't until the monitor flatlined that his right-hand man finally threw a file onto Dante's lap. "She didn't kill your mother, Dante. And she didn't just leave town. You just executed the only person who ever truly loved you."/1/104950/coverorgin.jpg?v=467bb044fb4534ca7c2fa6d69f3f8c87&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Tortured Wife To Mafia Queen
I posted a photo of baby shoes to celebrate my pregnancy. Two hours later, my husband was holding jumper cables. Kaeden, the Mafia Capo who swore to protect me, stood under the buzzing fluorescent lights of the basement. He didn't look like the man who brought me vanilla lattes. He looked like a monster. His "fragile" childhood friend, Clemmie, had convinced him that my innocent post was a signal to our enemies. "Discipline," Kaeden muttered, refusing to look at my weeping face. "She needs to learn the cost of her voice." He ordered low voltage—just enough to scare me. But the moment he walked out the door, unable to watch, Clemmie smiled. "He's not coming back for you," she whispered. She cranked the dial all the way to the right. She didn't just want to teach me a lesson. She wanted to stop my heart so she could harvest it for herself. And my husband had already signed the release forms. But they made one mistake. They left the cleanup to Alois, the family's most ruthless Enforcer. He didn't bury me. He saved me. Now, while Kaeden cries over a fake grave, consumed by guilt, I am watching from the shadows. Daria Burris died in that chair. The woman who survived is coming for blood./0/75227/coverorgin.jpg?v=f9543efff83734cc221f7b8fb2c1e233&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vincenzo Obsession
Anya has spent her whole life feeling trapped-by her sad past, a weird illness, and her evil uncle who now wants to sell her to a ruthless mafia boss. Freaked out, she runs away-only to end up right in the hands of the very guy she was trying to escape. Vincenzo is cold, scary, and everyone fears him. But instead of hurting her, he keeps her safe. As they start figuring out all the lies and betrayals around them, Anya realizes she's tired of being weak. She's done running-it's time to fight back. Anya has to face everything she's been running from. Her past. Her fears. And the truth about who she really is. Will she finally break free, or will the darkness win in the end?/1/116370/coverorgin.jpg?v=bf322c4b942f76e016e168abe615c038&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Shattered Fiancée Returns As A Queen
The night before my alliance ceremony to Don Vincenzo Moretti, I discovered that my hands had been destroyed on purpose. I was in our bedroom, the heavy silence of the compound pressing against the windows, when Vince's phone buzzed on the nightstand. He was in the shower. The screen lit up with a message from Gianna Rossi: *"The cream worked perfectly. She'll never authenticate again. The Cartelli elders will have no choice but to accept me. You owe me, Vince. Don't forget what the Rossi family knows about 2011."* I read it four times. Then I took a photograph of the screen with my own phone. When Vince emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist, I was sitting in the armchair by the window, my bandaged hands folded in my lap, my face arranged into the placid mask I had perfected over five years in this house. "Tired?" he asked, not really looking at me. "Just thinking about tomorrow," I said. My voice was steady. I had learned to make it steady. He nodded, already bored with the conversation, and turned off the light. I lay awake in the darkness beside him, cataloguing everything I knew. The offshore accounts. The FBI agents on the Moretti payroll. The body of the man who'd crossed Vince in 2013, buried under a construction site in Jersey. Five years of secrets, and I had just been given the one piece I was missing: proof that Gianna Rossi and Vincenzo Moretti had conspired to destroy me. I didn't cry. I didn't confront him. I began to plan. The burns on my hands were permanent. The Cartelli pipeline was collapsing. The Moretti family was about to cast me aside like a broken tool. But I had something they didn't know about: a photographic memory for numbers, five years of unrestricted access to Vince's private files, and a patience they had mistaken for weakness. I was the best blood diamond authenticator on the East Coast. But that was never my real talent. My real talent was surviving among predators while they mistook my stillness for submission. Tomorrow, I was supposed to become Carmela Moretti, the don's wife, the silent ornament at the head of the table. Instead, I was going to become the woman who brought down the Moretti empire from the inside. I just needed to stay alive long enough to do it./1/104481/coverorgin.jpg?v=f88fbdc94d7e30dc0477755399d5849d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Broken Strings: The Mafia Wife’s Exit
I was bleeding out in the dark, bound to a chair, when I heard my husband tell another woman he would burn the world down for her. Dante Moretti didn't know I was on the other side of the paper-thin wall. He didn't know that ten years ago, I was the girl who saved his life in a frozen cave, not his mistress, Sofia. Sofia had stolen my story, and now she was stealing my life. When I tried to leave him, Dante chained me in his dungeon and whipped me until I passed out, claiming he was "disciplining" his wife. When Sofia used steel cello strings to slice my fingers open, destroying my ability to ever play again, he looked the other way. He even chose to save her over me when we fell into the freezing ocean, leaving me to drown because "Sofia is my soul." That night, I finally stopped fighting for a man who didn't exist. I called my brother, the Don of New York. "The alliance is over," I whispered into the phone. "Take me home." It took Dante three months to uncover the truth. To see the medical records proving I was the one who dragged him from that cave. He burned his own boat to trap us on an island, begging for a second chance. "I can fix this," he pleaded, tears streaming down his face as he touched my scarred, ruined hands. I looked at him, then at the man standing behind him with a rifle—the man who actually loved me. "You can't fix a shattered vase, Dante," I said. Then I watched my new protector pull the trigger./0/75071/coverorgin.jpg?v=18bff88d26f6aab89e89dd8573d853ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Innocent Who is Trapped Mafia Love
Clara stood in the middle of the glass room with her transparent clothes, holding back her embarrassment while trying to cover her body with both hands. There were cheers from outside the glass room and naughty looks from the hungry men. "1 million," "5 million," "7 million," Everyone placed a bet on Clara at a fairly low price, tears kept going to roll down Clara's rosy cheeks. Her body was almost shaky and she couldn't meet everyone's eyes, she was like a kitten amidst a hungry lion. "50 million," A man's voice that surprised her made their eyes meet. A most dangerous mafia chief raises his betting cards and shocks everyone. Steven looked at Clara with a grin, as if he was ready to eat Clara alive. His eyes were sharp like a wolf's, and it was him./0/82580/coverorgin.jpg?v=950cd638ec8eeaa6ecdf2c708b81a46b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Medal of Honor: A Daughter's Reckoning
My younger brother, David, clutched his art scholarship, his face beaming with the promise of a future. Our small, cramped apartment, usually filled with textbooks and art supplies, felt like a palace that night. He was seventeen, brilliant, and on the cusp of his dreams. Then, a hard knock on the door, not the friendly kind. Three brutal enforcers from the notorious Rizzo crime family burst in, smashing our world. They shoved me aside, seized David, and I heard screams, crashes, and my brother's desperate cry: "No! My portfolio!" When they finally left, David lay bleeding, his drawing hand bent at a sickening angle, his scholarship certificate torn and stomped on. But the nightmare had only just begun. The police laughed me out of the station, dismissing it as "not clearly an assault." Lawyers turned pale at the Rizzo name, citing "conflict of interest." Our cries for justice were met with chilling threats, online smear campaigns, and my job loss. Frank Rizzo Sr. himself called, gloating, threatening to have David discharged from the hospital. How could they be so powerful, so terrifyingly untouchable? Every avenue for help was blocked. We were just two kids against an powerful empire built on fear and corruption that seemingly owned our entire city. Were we truly fighting a losing battle against evil that had permeated every system? They wanted me to feel utterly hopeless, to break me. But when I saw my Medal of Honor father' s torn uniform photograph amidst the wreckage, a desperate, crazy thought sparked. Washington D.C. The Pentagon. Could a dead hero's forgotten legacy still offer a chance at justice, even when all hope seemed lost in a world gone wrong?/0/75384/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c460325fab0f1d9d77a7c7e40483c3c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Matteo's obsession
Valentina Romero's only goal was survival until she unleashed the wrath of a mafia king. Now a prisoner in Matteo Russo's dangerous world, this defiant beauty must decide: submit to his demands or fight for her freedom at all costs. But when she uncovers the scars beneath Matteo's hard exterior, Valentina realizes her heart may be the price of his revenge...and her own salvation. Caught between love and duty, Matteo faces an impossible choice when a shocking betrayal threatens them both. In a world where power is everything, can love prevail? Or will Valentina become one more casualty of Matteo's dark obsession?/0/65998/coverorgin.jpg?v=a1f7acce435c87b2fa6f8a52c3267484&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Queen Of Mafia Brothers
On the night of her father's lavish party, Serena Moretti's world shatters. Sold to Dante Romano, the ruthless heir to a rival mafia family, she becomes the pawn in a game far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Now trapped in the cold halls of the Romano estate, Serena must learn to survive among five dangerous brothers, each with their own ambitions and secrets. But Serena has secrets of her own-and a will to fight back. As she uncovers the shocking truth behind her father's betrayal, she realizes her survival depends on outsmarting them all. In this brutal world, there are no safe choices. Only one question remains: Will Serena be the one who breaks, or the one who breaks them?/1/104951/coverorgin.jpg?v=88c8721d51bee92d5c484222b6468c81&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mistress's Name On His Heart
On my wedding night, while unbuttoning my new husband's shirt, I found a fresh tattoo over his heart. A bold, jagged letter 'C'. It stood for Caren—my best friend, the girl I had raised from the servant's quarters like a sister. Jameson was the Prince of Philadelphia, and our marriage was a blood pact between mafia families. But looking at that ink, I realized he had already signed a different contract with the help. The betrayal didn't stop at infidelity. Weeks later, Caren crashed a family dinner with a "peace offering"—a cake laced with peanuts. She knew I was deathly allergic. As my throat closed up and I clawed at Jameson for the EpiPen in my purse, he didn't move. He stood there and watched me turn blue. For three eternal seconds, he hesitated, weighing the life of his mistress against the life of his wife. He wanted me to die so he wouldn't have to expose her. But I didn't die. I woke up in the hospital with the Dons of both families standing over me, waiting for an explanation. Jameson begged me with his eyes to keep his secret, whispering that he loved me and our unborn heir. I didn't cry. I simply connected my phone to the speaker and played the recording of him mocking me with Caren. Then, I looked at the man who had hesitated to save my life. "There is no heir, Jameson," I said, my voice cold as ice. "I removed it. I will not incubate the legacy of a traitor."/0/82737/coverorgin.jpg?v=d9ccc345d4f145adc14a0bb34fff5f1a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Possession: Every Breath She Takes
At twelve years old, Zevran Ilvane was already a monster in the making... But she changed everything. She betrayed him. Left him bleeding and broken. Ten years later, Zevran Ilvane is no longer a boy. He's a cold, calculating Mafia king, and he's been waiting. Watching. Planning. Vesper owes him a promise. And he intends to collect-With her body, Her soul, And every breath she takes. She used his love to escape him once. Now he'll use it to break her./1/101979/coverorgin.jpg?v=8b949e773a641e5ff8c79a25658e6989&imageMogr2/format/webp)
