Mafia Books for Women
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The Syndicate's Ghost: Don's Forgotten Queen
For four years, I was the grieving wife of a mafia Don, drowning in the memory of our dead son. My husband, Eli, held me through it all. But a trip to the records office on the anniversary of our son's death revealed a devastating truth. He had another son. A secret family. Worse, I discovered he was with his mistress the day our son died, having dismissed the security that could have saved him. He let me believe it was my fault. When I tried to leave, he brought his mistress and their son into our home, framing me as a madwoman. His mother accused me of hurting the boy, and Eli punished me by locking me in a dark, flooding room—a cruel echo of our son's drowning. To “cure” his new heir of my son’s “ghost,” they had my baby’s grave dug up. On a yacht, Eli held me down as his mistress emptied the ashes into the ocean. Then they left me to die in the water. When I washed ashore, his mistress was waiting to deliver the final, soul-crushing blow. She hadn't scattered the ashes. She’d flushed them down a toilet. I didn't want to escape him. I wanted to erase him. I found a neuroscientist with an experimental procedure and made my request: wipe the last ten years. I didn't want to leave my husband; I wanted to make it so he never existed at all./1/110668/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e24da9f72dc28b63bb73b3afa1eb1ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Broken Vessel To Mafia Queen
Years ago, I threw myself in front of an assassin's bullet to protect my Mafia boss husband, leaving me nearly infertile. He knelt in my blood, swearing I would be his only wife. But tonight, I heard him whisper to his childhood sweetheart in Italian: "My wife is a useless vessel; only you can give the Rossi family an heir." He thought I couldn't understand him, not knowing I used to work as an Italian translator. He also had no idea that an eight-week-old miracle was currently growing in my womb. Julian, you will never see your child. I no longer want your promises. I no longer want you. From now on, we will never cross paths again. Adieu, pour toujours./0/79521/coverorgin.jpg?v=a53d7c609de70ccd4e8af546b66cf219&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Return of the Mafia Don
Six years ago, Andre Gordonis was the perfect son-in-law, engaged to Hermosa Rodriguez and heir to the family empire. But a betrayal from his own blood framed him for embezzlement and nearly cost him his life. Hermosa's testimony shattered his heart, and his father's death sealed his fate. The world thought Andre was locked away for 15 years. But he disappeared after a staged accident on the way to prison, and now he's back. Masked, merciless, and head of an underground mafia syndicate, Andre has only one mission: vengeance. But when revenge collides with the woman who once ruined him, and the truth begins to unravel, will love reignite, or will it all go up in smoke?/1/108073/coverorgin.jpg?v=66b37eb8b1c7502e6e58caeab2c07925&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Tormentor ( Sinfully his.)
Take her." " Aunt!" A horrified gasp followed. " Do you mean it ?" A deep gruffly voice questioned. His voice was dripping with malice and beneath his eyes he gazed at the girl figure mostly on her bra straps and her ass slightly shot out. What if the deal you made turned into an unimaginable mistake beyond your control?. Several deals can be made in life , but one can either change or ruin your life . . Ixora was sold as a commodity to loan shark. No she was replaced with the debts of her greedy and wicked Aunt , Clarice . She was sold as a toy. Not knowing whose master to serve . Ixora found herself in the most dangerous clan in Spain as a sex toy. A toy that warms it's master bed and satisfy its master primal urges. A toy the master discard however and whenever he likes. A toy with no say or doing. Mafia's are everywhere , dangerous and wealthy. They own everything. Money , wealth , power belongs to them. They were dreaded so much that normal peasants like Adrianna never wanted to come across with them.. But Ixora ended up as a sex toy in a devil harem . The most dangerous harem in the whole of Spain. How did she end up this way? . Why is fate so cruel to her. At the age of twenty she is being sold out as a sex toy and worse , on her birthday!!!! ~ Hades Kings , the most dangerous Mafia Don in Spain. The King of Mafia's heirs. He is ruthless than the devil himself. His jawline line sharp and well chiseled , his features irresistibly seductive. It can break every wall of your resistance and his dark gray eyes that carried so much power within them . Hades who we call DIABLO [ DEVIL] , A SADISTIC AND CRUEL PSYCHOPATH Hades King is the leader of Kings empire , Kings Villa , Kings airline , King's brewery, King's publishing house , King's foodies a popularly know global restaurant and various more companies you can imagine. He got wealth at his feet and power in his grasp. Women's flooded themselves around him shamelessly . The men looked unto him with envy. But Hades has a dark past. One that hadn't been noticed by anyone yet and he is not ready to share it with anyone. IN HIS WORLD, WHERE, : El amo es traición (LOVE IS TREASON~) El cariño es quinididad (AFFECTION IS INQUITY~) La devoción es mortal (DEVOTION IS DEADLY ~) Hades got entangled with all these ./0/96393/coverorgin.jpg?v=fca99e20a68470111ed3f361d71998e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Mafia Husband's Deadly Secret
For years, I was the perfect, quiet wife to Dante Moretti, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. I mistook his lavish gifts for affection and his cold protection for care. The ninety-ninth time I asked for a divorce, he laughed. An hour later, his mistress, Isabella, called him. "Get out," he ordered, leaving me on a dark street corner in the pouring rain so he could rush to her side. As I watched his armored car vanish, I finally understood the truth. Our marriage was a transaction, a pact made to settle my father's debts. I was just a placeholder, a substitute living a life designed for Isabella. Every gift, every gesture, was an echo of her tastes. He never saw me. To him, I wasn't his wife; I was a possession. An obligation he could discard at will. He thought I was too weak, too dependent to ever fight back. He believed I couldn't survive without him. He thought I would just run and hide. He was wrong. You don't escape a man like Dante Moretti. He would hunt you to the ends of the earth, not out of love, but out of pride. To break a pact with a Don, you can't just run. You have to be prepared for war. And standing there, drenched and abandoned, I made a new vow: I wouldn't just leave him. I would burn his entire world to ash./0/96394/coverorgin.jpg?v=1c658151d6984acf5a1df9673906504e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Princess: Escaping His Deadly Lie
For three years, a rare liver disease has been killing me. Through it all, my husband Julian has been my rock. Our last hope was a black-market liver, secured through a life-debt owed to my family, the Volkov Bratva. But from my hospital bed, I overheard him promise that very liver to another woman. It was for his mistress's mother. I soon discovered he had a four-year-old daughter with her. Their family was established; I was just the placeholder. On a hidden security feed, I watched him in my dead parents' penthouse—a sacred place he forbade me from visiting—bouncing their child on his knee. Then he fastened the diamond necklace he'd bought for my birthday around his mistress's neck. The final blow came when I heard her whisper, "Just a little longer... the fever will do the rest." He wasn't just leaving me. He was actively trying to kill me. The love I had for him didn't just die; it turned to a cold, hard stone in my chest. The man whose devotion I never questioned now made my skin crawl with revulsion. The next morning, I signed myself out of the hospital against medical advice. I left my wedding ring and the signed divorce papers on the entryway table, blocked his number, and walked out of our house without looking back./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./0/56812/coverorgin.jpg?v=36b6a29599fce7c2fa3e1b4d9d77ffac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
SILENT KILLER
A driven passion for revenge, transforms Andrea in to a mid night assassin. The murder of her parents she witnessed haunts her ,she inhreted a curse of extreme strength from her mother . she is determined to devaiour everyone who took her parents to the grave, disgusted as one of the best detectives the country has to offer during the day. At night she hunts till the her soul is satisfied. bloodshed cold heart fighting for the innocent she is a heroine in her story she wont stop at nothing, known as the silent killer./0/96395/coverorgin.jpg?v=d2511412ee7b6969545a5a8a7f5ebff7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Bride, Mafia Princess Rises
At my ten-week ultrasound, I was supposed to be celebrating the future of the Falcone family. I was Isabella Falcone, wife to the most powerful Don in the south. But when the nurse called my name, the man who stood up beside his pregnant mistress was my husband. In the sterile silence of that waiting room, he chose her. He later confessed he was being blackmailed by her family—a weakness that was a death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the staff quarters. He wasn't imprisoning his wife; he was guarding an asset. He needed the legitimate heir I carried to save his crumbling empire. His betrayal was absolute when his own mother and my adoptive parents arrived while he was away. They forced me to sign divorce papers, then told me they were taking me to a clinic. His mother pulled out a gun and pointed not at my head, but at my stomach. "We're terminating this complication," she said coldly. As they dragged me from the house, my world went dark. But through the haze, I saw a fleet of black cars blocking the gate. An army of men poured out, led by a face I had only ever seen in a photograph. Days earlier, locked in my room, I made a single phone call to the only man more powerful than my husband: my biological father, the head of the Chicago Outfit. And he had come to collect his daughter./0/71088/coverorgin.jpg?v=5785fa1251ce05bfb40483e79140df2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorced Billionaire Heiress Is Now the Retired Mafia Queen
Mabella Green had it all-a thriving career, wealth beyond measure, and a marriage she thought was built on love. But her world shatters the day she finds out she is pregnant and rushes home to share the joy with her husband, Williams Chambers-only to catch him in bed with his so-called "cousin," the very woman she once saved with her own blood. Humiliated and cast out in the rain, stripped of her dignity, Mabella vanishes, keeping her pregnancy a secret. But what Williams and his scheming family don't know is that she is the true heiress of the Green empire and the CEO of Sheldon Technology-the very force behind his success. As Mabella rises from the ashes, an old flame reignites. Lorenzo Masino, a billionaire and retired Mafia heir, has always loved her. He has secretly watched Mabella from the shadows. When he learns of her betrayal, he steps in, offering her marriage and revenge. But Mabella, too wounded to trust, refuses. Yet, the past refuses to stay buried. Williams, desperate for power, orchestrates a deadly accident that wipes Mabella's memory, setting the stage for his ultimate deception. But the woman he once discarded is not lost forever. When she remembers, there will be no mercy./0/52270/coverorgin.jpg?v=b76242ace765409f94ce363780d4bf7f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Temptress
Abeni's world turns upside down when her father can't repay his debt to NYC's most dangerous man - Dmitry Kuznetsov. With her freedom on the line, Abeni gets sucked into Dmitry's glamorous yet treacherous domain. Though Dmitry commands her obedience, Abeni feels an irresistible spark with the magnetic crime lord. As the stakes climb higher, she faces an impossible choice - submit to Dmitry's demands or put her family at risk. Torn between loyalty and desire, Abeni engages in a high-stakes game with the cunning kingpin. But Dmitry never loses control - he wants Abeni, and he intends to own her in every way. Will Abeni give in to Dmitry to protect those she loves? Or will she defy the Russian Devil to save herself?/1/103533/coverorgin.jpg?v=aea9714de84667c9296a20e1318eccfb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold To The Mafia Don
"My gift has finally arrived, a perfect specimen, perfect for an heir." *** If only I had known that I wouldn't ever return to my house. Never see my mother, my siblings, or Violet... I never would have gotten in that car. My father remarked, "She's all yours," "Dad? Dad? Dad?! " I yelled. I squirmed as tears began to stream, attempting to break free. *** Years have passed... "My gift has finally arrived," said a voice I recognized. That voice was the catalyst for my downfall. "Well, now that we're acquainted, I think we can go see my son." You know, I purchased you for him. "A perfect specimen, perfect for an heir," he murmured, a nasty smirk on his face. *** "Son!" Antonio applauded. "What do you want, father?" I felt a little chill at the sound of the fresh voice. The Italian accent in the words, together with how deep, velvety, and dominating it was, shook me to my very core. I was a little pleased that he spoke so harshly about his father. He had midnight-black hair that fell in a part of his onyx eyes, which was lengthy in the center but short on the sides. Deeply tanned complexion, full pink lips, and a jawline with a five o'clock shadow. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt beneath that had the first three buttons undone, revealing some tattoos. His hands were encrusted with silver rings, some of which had black jewels. Both hands and backs of both had tattoos. I was intrigued by the creative swirls since I was ignorant of the whole tattoo. Not if he made the decision to remove his shirt. *** Lucy was sold to Antonio Martinelli, the former boss of the biggest Italian mafia when she was 14 years old. After spending years in the "safe house," Lucy is delivered to his son Luca Martinelli, the new leader, as a birthday gift. Luca fights the urge to fall in love with the ebony beauty as Lucy attempts to keep a promise she made and regain her former self. Will they endure all the deceit, lust, murder, and betrayal committed in the name of love together?/0/67844/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1f20671d1949dc33a6a84d234f022c6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Niccolo Fierri
"You have quite the mouth on you princess," he seethes, brow quirked. His grip on my arm tightens and a whimper escapes me. "Watch your mouth when you're talking to me." "Or what?" I retort, attempting and failing to get out from his grasp. ************************************************ Autumn Jacobs, 26-year-old, wants to prove to her parents that she can build a successful life without their money. With dreams of becoming a dancer and owning her own dance studio, she applies to become a stripper at a nightclub. Little does she know, her bosses are members of the biggest Mafia family in all of New York. After the death of his father five years ago, 30 year old Niccolo Fierri became angry with the world. To him, everyone and everything around him is just a means to an end. That is, until he meets Autumn Jacobs. Have they finally met their match? Will they become the thing that saves or breaks one another?/0/96396/coverorgin.jpg?v=c241455e123591e254735e230d45fece&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Doctor's Fall, A Mafia Queen's Rise
My husband, a Mafia Underboss, built me a perfect life. I was the Chief Resident at a top hospital, the accomplished Dr. Falcone. But my world shattered when a woman brought her four-year-old son to my clinic. The boy had a rare genetic allergy—one that runs only in my family. On his intake form, his father’s name was listed as "Emilio Thomas," my husband's secret middle name. Then, my husband’s voice came through the woman’s phone, and I saw him pick them up from my office window, a perfect, secret family. That night, at our family's most important gala, the boy ran up to me, screaming, "You're the bad lady trying to take my daddy away!" The crowd turned on me, whispering that I was the other woman. On the boy's wrist was the custom bracelet I gave my husband on our first anniversary. When I reached for it, Emilio shoved me. I hit my head on a table, and a sharp pain ripped through my abdomen as blood soaked my dress. I lost the baby I didn't even know I was carrying—the legitimate Moretti heir. My husband turned his back on me, leaving with his other family as I bled on the ballroom floor. He never visited me in the hospital. His mistress, Hayden, did. She gloated that she’d planned it all, and that Emilio swore he'd never have another child after their son was born. I was just a barren, placeholder wife. But this was more than a betrayal; it was a declaration of war. That night, I stared at two pink lines on a pregnancy test I’d taken before the gala. I was six weeks pregnant with the true Moretti heir, and now, I had a weapon./0/84067/coverorgin.jpg?v=baaf0bedb7c4be852374df914fdcf1fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Own Hell
A phone call from my oldest friend, Wendy, ripped through the quiet of my garage. Her panicked voice claimed ruthless bikers had taken her, demanding I fix their custom bikes for her freedom. Without a second thought, I sped into the Mojave desert to rescue her. But when I arrived, Wendy betrayed me, knocking me out and delivering me to a biker gang. I came to, discovering the bikes-thirteen identical, menacing machines-were ones I had custom-built years ago for their enigmatic leader, Deacon. Imprisoned in a foul container, I risked everything, engraving my unique mechanic's mark on a spark plug for Mama Fuller to relay to Deacon, hoping he'd remember me. Yet, Wendy, my supposed sister, shrieked out my secret to Ryan, the gang' s sadistic interim leader. He retaliated by shooting Mama Fuller and throwing a gun on the floor, demanding Wendy and I fight to the death. As I lunged for the weapon, bracing for the worst, I couldn't comprehend how my life had plunged into such a brutal nightmare. Now, trapped in a world of violence and betrayal, I must confront the past I thought I'd buried and fight for a future I never imagined./0/65249/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fee54294ecf16ff5a2c05a3f8d20f55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's possession
His metallic gray eyes pierced into hers, and Jacqueline felt like he was luring her into his dark abyss. She took nervous steps backward, but she didn't know that he loved the chase and derived pleasure from watching her run.She knew she couldn't run nor hide from him, but there was no other option. He easily cornered her against the wall, trapping her there. One of his hands snaked around her tiny waist, and the other caged her between himself and the wall. "Tell me what you want, Jacqueline," he said, his hot breath fanning her neck. The moonlight cast a shadow on him, making him look like the devil he was. "What I want is to drag you to hell where people like you belong," she seethed. He let out a raw, deep chuckle that had her insides twisting."And you think you'll leave hell after dragging me there? Interesting," Alexander chuckled. "I'll make sure you won't get out of there. I'll make sure you have nowhere else to run but my arms. My name will be the only thing you can pronounce because it will be the only thing you think about, and when that happens, you'll be completely mine, Jacqueline," he said sinisterly. Trapped between love and war, Jacqueline must sail through if she intends to protect the people she loves./1/120730/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e6715f25143b6fe8652b57ad6f6b45b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Mafia Bride And Her Rise
As I raised my crystal flute to toast our mafia wedding, my fiancé made an unexpected announcement. Christian publicly declared to a room of hardened killers that he was abandoning our joint promotion and our vows for a low-level smuggler named Lilith. "I am not going to Paris. As a Soldier, I cannot sit back and watch her fail." He claimed she was a helpless orphan who desperately needed his protection. He tore up my official transfer papers and accused me of sabotaging her business out of jealousy. He even gave her my bespoke silk wedding dress and my antique betrothal pearl comb to parade around at a syndicate gala. While I stood completely alone at our Union Ceremony, he was staging intimate photos in her bed to post on the Family's network. I became the ultimate punchline of the underworld, a discarded Queen replaced by a weeping pawn. I couldn't understand how four years of blood oaths and my unwavering loyalty could be ground to dust for a manipulative parasite's cheap theatrics. So, I stopped waiting. I packed my weapons, boarded the private jet to Paris alone, and walked straight into the arms of the lethal Underboss who had been waiting for me all along./0/60707/coverorgin.jpg?v=a3f82f598d1f62e6ff2298fffb3a4651&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Prisoner In The Mafia's Arms
Ariadna Kallistos had it all: beauty, wealth and a bright future, with a seemingly perfect life, engaged to the man she considered to be the man of her dreams, she thought she had her life figured out, but everything changed unexpectedly with the death of her sister Melina, and the ruin of her family. Dimitrios Galanis, an enigmatic and dangerous man, is not only a powerful CEO but also a feared mob boss with a very meticulous plan, to ruin the Kallistos family and force Ariadna to marry him, with one goal, to take revenge for the suffering that Ariadna and Leonidas caused his sister Antara in the past. Hurt by the disappearance of his sister, and eager to fulfill his revenge, he will make Ariadna suffer from the first moment of their forced marriage, while fighting against the attraction and desire that she awakens. Dimitrios will have to deal with an increasingly rebellious Ariadna, who is determined to use the power that comes with being the wife of the mafia boss to her advantage. The two will try to resist what they feel. He is willing to carry out his revenge, and she will do everything possible to obtain the freedom she so longs for./1/128517/coverorgin.jpg?v=66938ab5eeb50c158b6d5860f5c2307f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
One Night, The Don's Heir
Eighteen-year-old Cara Wells woke from a dream so real it left her body aching for days. A faceless stranger with an irresistible presence had taken her, whispering demands about an heir. She told herself it was just stress. Then she missed her period. She was pregnant. But she was a virgin-she had never gone all the way with her boyfriend Evan. So how? Her father slapped her and ordered her to abort the bastard. Her stepmother and sister made sure everyone knew what a disgrace she was. Cara tried to comply-but every hospital in the country refused. Her father was appointed Mayor overnight. She never learned who the father was. Five years passed. She built a quiet life as a single mother, raising her son far from her family. Life was peaceful-until a convoy of armored Bentleys took her son. When she found the kidnappers, she came face to face with the man from her dreams. She walked straight up to the most dangerous man in the city and slapped him across his handsome face. She will do whatever it takes to get her son back./1/119108/coverorgin.jpg?v=9cb423c322bb481a2e87a96c51a82115&imageMogr2/format/webp)
