Mafia Books for Women
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The Heiress My Husband Cast Away
My little brother’s heart monitor was screaming its final warning. I called my husband, Dante Volkov, the ruthless underworld king whose life I’d saved years ago. He had promised to send his elite medical team. “I’m handling an emergency,” he snapped, then hung up. An hour later, my brother was dead. I found out what Dante’s “emergency” was from his mistress’s social media. He had sent his team of world-class surgeons to deliver her cat’s kittens. My brother died for a litter of cats. When Dante finally called, he didn't even apologize. I could hear her voice in the background, asking him to come back to bed. He even forgot my brother was dead, offering to buy him a new toy to replace the one his mistress deliberately crushed. This was the man who had promised to protect me, to make my high school tormentors pay. Now, he was holding that very tormentor, Seraphina, in his arms. Then came the final blow: a call from the clerk's office revealed our seven-year marriage was a sham. The certificate was a forgery. I was never his wife. I was just a possession he was tired of. After he left me to die in a car crash for Seraphina, I made one call. I texted a rival mob heir I hadn't spoken to in years: "I need to disappear. I'm calling it in."/1/117332/coverorgin.jpg?v=d401f811c5732e3840229112d1ac7cd1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Ashes: Marrying The Dying Supreme General
Arden Monroe was locked in a sterile psychiatric room by her own flesh and blood. Not long after, her brother Delmar arrived with a cold ultimatum. He demanded she publicly break her engagement so her fiancé Brenden could marry her half-sister Kallie. If she refused, the doctors would declare her legally unstable, and she would rot in this asylum forever. In her previous life, Arden fought back desperately. As a result, her family froze her trust fund and completely destroyed her reputation in high society. They even framed her fiercely loyal assistant, Jennie, throwing her into a terrifying concrete cell to silence her. When Arden had absolutely nothing left to take, they orchestrated a tragic accident. She was left to burn alive in an abandoned warehouse, feeling her own bones turn to ash. Until she died, she didn't understand. She was a Monroe, her father's legitimate daughter. Why did her father and brother hate her so much? Why did they collude with political enemies to slaughter her maternal grandfather and uncles just to strip away her protection? Opening her eyes again, the suffocating smoke was gone, and she was back on the day Delmar came to force the breakup. "I'll do what you want," Arden whispered, perfectly masking her cold, murderous resolve. This time, she would inherit the secret Beaumont wealth, ally with the dying General Donovan Mathews, and burn their world to the ground./0/80413/coverorgin.jpg?v=732236b7e565144459e4a2563cf38f67&imageMogr2/format/webp)
For My Legacy, I Was Thrown to the Sharks
I woke up in my penthouse suite, the morning sun streaming through the windows, glinting off crystal. Today was my 25th birthday, the day I, Ava Corleone, was finally to be named the rightful heir of our powerful family. Then a chilling memory flashed through my mind: the freezing Hudson River, water filling my lungs, the taste of betrayal. My brother Marco, fiancé Alexander, and loyal protector Rick, all standing by as the maid, Katherine, wore my irreplaceable family tiara. They'd told me I was a target, that Katherine was a decoy for my safety. I’d believed their lies, only to discover their true alliance, their poisoned smiles, and the brutal order from my mother's most trusted man, Antonio Perez, to break my limbs, starve me, and cast me into the river. The betrayal was absolute, a calculated move by those closest to me to seize my legacy. How could they erase years of loyalty for a common maid? My heart burned not with sorrow, but with a fierce, cold rage at the profound injustice. But this time, I was back. The same day, the same party, the same betrayal waiting. I carried the full memory of their treachery, and I would not be fooled again. As Rick reached to offer Katherine *my* ring, I launched a clean, powerful kick. No. Not this time. This time, I fight back./0/67429/coverorgin.jpg?v=2ca9c578d8bfee3e4889740e36418640&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BLOODY TIES
In a world where the Alejandro Empire and the Valor Dynasty have been enemies for centuries, two lives are about to collide. Sofia Valor is driven by a single desire: revenge for her sister's death. To get close to Adrian Alejandro, the dangerous leader of the Alejandro Empire, she disguises herself and infiltrates their ranks. As Sofia works alongside Adrian, she finds herself drawn to him in ways she never expected. Their connection grows stronger, but their families' hatred for each other looms over them. Their love is forbidden, and every moment they spend together puts them at risk. Sofia and Adrian must navigate the treacherous waters of their families' feud, uncovering secrets that could change everything. Can their love bring peace between their families, or will it ignite a war that consumes them both? Join Sofia and Adrian on a thrilling journey filled with passion, danger, and tough choices. Will they find a way to bridge the divide, or will their love lead them to destruction? Discover the gripping story of love and vengeance that will keep you on the edge of your seat!/0/98560/coverorgin.jpg?v=a4b6d4b36eb404ef95f7682537d7f1b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Most Painful Regret
I was the wife of the De Luca crime family's Underboss, a beautiful statue whose only purpose was to produce an heir. But after five years, my body had failed. The day my husband, Alessandro, told me I was barren, he also introduced me to my replacement. He called her a "vessel," a temporary arrangement, but I saw the infatuation in his eyes. He promised it was just business, but soon he was calling me a "cold statue" behind my back while spending every night with her. The ultimate humiliation came at my birthday party. When a champagne fountain shattered and sliced my arm open, he ignored me bleeding on the floor to shield her instead. In front of his entire family, the Underboss chose his mistress over his wife. He left me there, my honor shattered as completely as the glass. I was no longer just a failed wife. I was an obstacle. And in our world, obstacles are removed. But my arrogant husband didn't know his own father had a contingency plan to protect me. While he was distracted by his mistress's fake pregnancy, he unknowingly signed our divorce papers. My disappearance was no longer an escape; it was the start of my revenge./0/51629/coverorgin.jpg?v=b21a5f9668e88b2d90a75fba6041e8db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MUMMY! IS HE MY DADDY?
"You need to leave now, Hazel's voice trembled as she mustered the courage to speak, You could wake Anna and things could get sticky" A mischievous grin played on his face "Things already are sticky" his voice was laced with arrogance as he fastened his pants Hazel's regret washed over her as she bit her lips regretting her actions "This should be your last visit. She declared, So you could stay away from Ann, it's best for us all" His anger flared as he closed the distance between them and grabbed her shoulder fiercely."I deserve every right to be part of Anna's life. She's my daughter!" his voice echoed through the room. Terror filled Hazel's eyes. Just then the door creaked open, revealing a small figure. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, recognizing him a smile tugged her lips. "Is he the man from the movie, and grocery store and my school, mommy? Her voice tinged with innocence, I see you every time here too" she beamed at him Her expression became serious suddenly. "That means...she paused as confusion played on her face... Mommy....is he my daddy?..."/0/70558/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ee486b9ae4a3b56bf21b82ce78fbaa8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Neighbor's Wife
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last./0/83699/coverorgin.jpg?v=37e68e506db646119a4fe69cae1ba1da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Broke My Leg, I Broke His Empire
The blizzard howled, tearing through my truck, through my bones. My leg, shattered by Ethan's enforcers, throbbed, a familiar pain mirroring the betrayal in my heart. My phone screen flickered, a cruel final joke, announcing Ethan had just won "Family Values Politician of the Year." The photo showed him beaming, his arm around Brittany, and a little boy, their adopted son, wearing my Daisy' s bracelet. The one I' d made for her before Ethan sold her to child traffickers. My life, this wretched string of Ethan' s deceits, flashed before my eyes. I' d sold off my family' s historic ranch, acre by precious acre, to fund his political ambitions, only to be branded "uncivilized" for the calloused hands that built our legacy. He' d given my only insulated coat to Brittany, called me hysterical for a post-birth hemorrhage while giving my life-saving medicine to Brittany for a "migraine." Then, the county fair. To pay off a campaign scandal, he' d arranged for Daisy to get "lost," selling our daughter. When his deal went sour, he' d used me as a shield, promising to tell me where she was if I protected him. I fought like a cornered animal, and they broke my leg. He never told me. Dying in this snow, watching the man who destroyed everything receive an award, with my daughter' s bracelet on another child' s wrist? The injustice was a suffocating shroud. Why did he hate me so much? How could he be so cruel? What kind of monster sells his own child? Then, darkness. And a gasp. I jolted awake, not in a blizzard, but in Brittany' s lavish home, pregnant. Pregnant with Daisy. This time, things would be different./0/71810/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound by Vengeance
To pay off her family's debt, Alina Moretti is forced into a contract marriage with Dante Valenti, the ruthless and feared leader of the Valenti Mafia. He believes Alina is responsible for his sister's death and marries her to make her suffer. However, as truths unravel and his hatred turns into obsession, Dante finds himself trapped between vengeance and love./0/66022/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6d1ea07d338073d44226ac0084d44a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HIDDEN SECRET BEHIND LOVE
😥 HIDDEN SECRET BEHIND LOVE ❤️ (Secret...Behind...Two...Lovers) A ORIGINAL NOVEL WRITTEN BY AUTHORESS OYINKAN✓✓✓ ~~~SYNOPSIS~~~ Zai was the only daughter of the famous grandmaster, the second in command of the overlord, and the leader of all the Mafia organization in China. But she always wanted to live a normal life, since she had been involved in one action or the other, thanks to her father's occupation. And one of those things she wanted to do as a normal lady was to date a guy. Yeah, she had someone she liked way back in middle school, but her mom sent the boy away from her. Coincidentally, she meets him again at the famous Oakwood University. He was different, taller, and more handsome than her memories could recall. But her hearts still beat for him. Wilder, as her crush was called, was also in the mafia. He was the leader of a particular Confraternity cult group. And he was in search of the one who killed his parents many years ago. He too, had feelings for Zai, and they both reunite in the University, they confessed their feelings and started dating. But that was not the end............. What Happen when Wilder finds out that the murder behind his parents death, all this years is actually Mr Su, Zai's father??? Did this mark the breaking of a perfect relationship behind the two Lovers????/0/71028/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250405170512&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When He Sees Me
In a world where soul-bonding allows true lovers to share thoughts and emotions, Sylvia Hopkins possesses a unique ability-she can read anyone's mind with just a spark of attraction. A gift like hers is rare, but it's also dangerous. Born an orphan, Sylvia learned early that life isn't fair. She ran from the oppressive walls of an orphanage and survived the streets by becoming a master con artist. For years, she stayed ahead of the law, scamming the rich, outwitting criminals, and dodging the FBI. But everything changes when she makes the mistake of crossing Evans Alberto-a ruthless mafia boss on the verge of entering politics. She cons him out of $170 million, only to find herself hunted. When he catches her, he gives her a choice: death or a contract marriage. Forced into his world, Sylvia is no longer just a lone thief-she's a weapon. Her mission? To infiltrate Evans' biggest rival, seduce their heir, and bring the entire family down from the inside. But as the lines blur between duty and desire, Sylvia faces a bigger danger than the mafia, the FBI, or even Evans' wrath. She's falling for him. And worse-he might be the only man whose mind she can't read./0/92147/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f247912123dccffaa74da126e3bd7a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Mistress,His Secret
He claimed her once. Now he's back to claim everything she's hiding. Elena Rossi built her life on silence and sacrifice. By day, she works endless shifts to keep the lights on. By night, she watches over her fragile daughter,the only reason she keeps breathing. Love is a wound she swore never to reopen, and her past is a shadow she refuses to face. Until Adrian Moretti returns. Once her first love, now a feared mafia boss, Adrian walks back into her world with the same storm-gray eyes that once undid her. He wants Elena back, and Adrian Moretti doesn't ask. He takes. But Elena has a secret. A secret she has guarded with her life. A secret with his blood. Now Adrian's presence threatens to unravel everything she's built. His power, his obsession, his relentless pursuit draw her closer to the fire she barely escaped once before. And as passion collides with danger, Elena faces an impossible choice: surrender to the man who broke her... or risk losing the one thing she cannot live without./0/65240/coverorgin.jpg?v=a8d6444d65eec13d6e4469e6aa70739d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE OBLIVION REVENGE
"A complete fool, that is what you are," he said with a disgusting tone. Anastasia is a girl raised by her blind mother Helen, her father died when she was five. Her father's brother Jack was a drunkard who has no life and claimed that his brother's wife is his also. He lives with them and Anastasia has to work inorder to provide for everyone. Jack came home drunk that night and was assaulting her, she ran out of the house and went into a club to be among the crowd. Raped by the owner of the club and was left with an unwanted pregnancy. She went into a painful labour and lost the baby. Torn apart and left with sadness she sought out for revenge, got entangled with a new life she knows nothing about. She went back to The Rock hotel. Later finding out the man she fall in love with happens to be the son of the man who raped her. Will she be able to forgive Fergo when she finds out he raped her? Will she be able to love Anthonio even after knowing who his father was? Will she get her revenge or will she forgive and forget? Find out more from the book readers!/0/80258/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdb692e1adcca211539a0fc1508da0ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
ROSES ON FIRE
"You bastards! You're worthless! How can you not bring me that woman?" I shouted nervously looking around me at how pathetic my people were. Everyone was silent, and that made me even more p*ss*d off. I had already exited through the back door of the auditorium, so nothing stopped me from spilling my guts on those who disobeyed my orders. So, I punched in all directions and I knocked down whoever fell victim to my fury of blows to the ground. I punched until I was literally tired. "I must have this woman! Do you understand? You will bring her to me whether she wants it!"/1/111389/coverorgin.jpg?v=8710e76ba80f054cf4bbd585e5ea3e9e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn From Ashes: The Mafia Bride's Revenge
I was the daughter of a loyal Mafia Capo, arranged to marry the Underboss of the Moretti family. But I gave my heart to his brother, Marco, who promised to break the betrothal and protect me. When I went into premature labor in a freezing, abandoned warehouse, Marco didn't come to save me. He sent my cousin, Caitlin. With a mocking smile, she told me Marco despised my "filthy Irish blood" and that my pregnancy was just a temporary amusement. Then, she pulled out a hunting knife. She pinned me down, sliced my abdomen open, and smothered my newborn baby right in front of my eyes. "He agreed that this inconvenience needs to be removed," she whispered. She revealed that she and Marco had orchestrated my father's murder to secure Mafia shipping routes. Then, she casually knocked over a kerosene lantern, locking the heavy metal door to let me and my dead child burn to ash. While they headed to a high-society gala to celebrate my "accidental" death and their new power, I lay in the roaring flames. As the fire blistered my skin and I held my baby's lifeless body, my suffocating despair froze into a razor-sharp rage. My entire life, my family, and my love had been built on their calculated lies. But they made one fatal mistake. I didn't die in that inferno. I dragged my ruined body out of the ashes, wrapped myself in a blood-soaked coat, and walked straight into their celebration banquet to become their goddamn reckoning./0/70716/coverorgin.jpg?v=b44a152adb336578989143c14716ce0d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen by the Mafia Boss
I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, I belong to him. One moment, I was walking home from class. The next, I was staring into the cold, merciless eyes of Alessandro Caruso, the most feared mafia boss in New York. He says I've seen too much. That letting me go isn't an option. So, he steals me. Locks me in his mansion. Holds me captive in his world of blood and power. He's ruthless, possessive, and dangerously obsessed. He tells me I'm his now, that he'll never let me go. I should hate him. I should fight him. But every time he touches me, my body betrays me. Every time he whispers in my ear, I forget to resist. Yet, behind his darkness, I see glimpses of something else. Something broken. Something that makes me wonder if I could ever escape... even if he let me. But loving a man like Alessandro is a dangerous game. Because in his world, love is a weakness. And if his enemies find out what I mean to him... I'll become his greatest vulnerability/1/104976/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcbed115944274a46219689596354879&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Built Your Empire, Now It Burns
I realized my husband did not love me the moment he stepped over my broken heart to answer a text from his mistress. Caleb was the "Architect," a feared Capo in New York, but he forgot that I was the one who funded his rise from the gutter with my inheritance. He brought his assistant, Kimberly, into our private penthouse. She wore my silk robe, mocked my past trauma, and snapped my dead mother’s rosary right in front of my eyes. When I lashed out in grief, Caleb didn't defend me. He pinned me against the wall, comforting her while calling me "unstable" and "violent." He gaslighted me, claiming I would be eaten alive without his protection. He thought I was just a fragile princess who would crumble without him. He truly believed he was the king, forgetting that I was the one who built the castle. I didn't cry. I simply wiped the blood from my arm and walked out the door. He didn't know that I owned thirty percent of his laundering front and the land beneath his precious casino. I picked up the phone and dialed the number of his deadliest rival, the Irish mob. "The bank is closed, Caleb. I’m selling my shares to the enemy."/0/64146/coverorgin.jpg?v=431dcd4d3268bbe5ec85793fce6161f2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Love
Lily the daughter of one of the richest family, the Addams', was asked to get married to a the son of the Addams family friend, the Miller's. At first she disagreed but when a contract was made she agreed. The contract stated that after five years of being together and completing their mission to take down a notorious mafia group they could get a divorce. During their fake relationship they began to fall for each other. During their relationship they were able to take down the mafia group, but to their horror especially to lily it wasn't so easy. After taking down the group leader Miguel; a man in his late 50's, his son Daniel who he just started to bond with took up the responsibility to avenge his father's death. What did he do? Who was he allies? And what happened after his vengeance? To find out read mafia's mission./1/116240/coverorgin.jpg?v=1aed0f5a83b18f73f907d27c8976f4a0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Imprisoned Wife's Secret Empire
I was pregnant with my first child, living what I thought was a peaceful life as the wife of a wealthy CEO. Then my husband's ex-fiancée, Olivia, brought her daughter to visit our estate. She moved through my home like she still owned it—pouring his tea from memory, laughing over old stories I'd never been part of. I watched from the edges of my own living room while they rebuilt their past, brick by brick, shutting me outside. Then her daughter wandered down to the lake. By the time I made it to the water's edge—pregnant, slow, the last to arrive—Ethan was already kneeling on the dock, lifting a small, limp body from the dark water. Olivia's scream split the afternoon. And then she turned on me. "You pushed her. You were jealous. You killed my daughter." My husband, the man who had held me hours earlier and promised our son would be a star, looked me in the eye— And said nothing. His silence was the verdict. The police believed her. His mother believed her. The staff looked at me like I was already in handcuffs. I had no alibi they wanted to hear, no voice they wanted to listen to. Just a swollen belly and a name that no longer felt like mine. Then my newborn son, Noah, caught a fever. Ethan let Olivia give him a "natural herbal remedy"—some old family recipe she swore by. I begged him to take Noah to the hospital. He locked me out of the nursery instead. Noah died of respiratory failure hours later. The doctor said if we'd arrived two hours sooner, he would have lived. Instead of grieving with me, Ethan blamed me for both deaths. He claimed Olivia was now barren from the trauma I caused. He locked me in a boarded-up room in the abandoned west wing and told me I would carry his next heir as my "atonement." "You owe us a child." I couldn't understand how my husband could be so blind—how a man who once whispered promises into my hair could look at me like livestock—until I started noticing the gaps in his life. The phone call he silenced when he thought I wasn't looking. The business partners whose names never appeared on any letterhead. The way his mother's charitable foundation seemed to have unlimited funds and zero public donors. This family wasn't just rich. They were buried in something. And Olivia wasn't just a jealous ex. She was inside their machine, a debt I didn't understand yet. But I understood enough to stop crying. Using smuggled napkins and a piece of charcoal, I began sketching under the alias "Phoenix." If Ethan wanted an heir, I would give him one—while building a fashion empire from my cell, buying back my freedom one design at a time, and burning his entire blood-soaked legacy to the ground. He thought he'd locked up a broken wife. He had no idea he'd just created his own destroyer./0/65711/coverorgin.jpg?v=e656f17473a462f79da4a6e98674febd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
