Mafia Books for Women
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Betrayed By The Don: Her Ultimate Escape
On our anniversary, I was basting the roast when my husband’s encrypted laptop lit up on the kitchen counter. Alex Bradley, the ruthless Underboss of New York, never made mistakes. But tonight, he left a chat room open. The notification shattered my world: "Is the idiot eating the dog food yet?" It was from his mistress, Charlotte. They were betting on whether I would eat the red velvet cake she had spiked with her Rottweiler’s excrement. I realized then that my marriage was a long-con. I was just a "placeholder" wife to secure his promotion to Don. To survive, I had to play the part. Alex sat on the bed, feeding me the tainted cake with a loving smile. "Eat up, Jillian," he purred. "It’s to die for." I swallowed every bite of the filth, forcing myself not to vomit until he left the room. The humiliation didn't stop there. I found out our marriage license was void. He publicly bought me a twenty-million-dollar necklace at a gala, then abandoned me to face the debt, forcing me to hand over my grandmother’s earrings as collateral. He even watched calmly as his family beat me for a prank Charlotte orchestrated. But the final blow came when I overheard him planning our "romantic" getaway. "The blizzard hits Friday," he told Charlotte. "It’ll look like a tragic accident. Hypothermia." He thought he was taking a lamb to the slaughter. He didn’t know I had been counting down the days. When we arrived at the cabin and he went to prepare my "accident," I didn't cry. I tossed one of my boots over the cliff edge to stage my death. Then I climbed into the black extraction van waiting in the snow. Alex Bradley thought he had killed his wife. He had no idea he had just set her free./1/104849/coverorgin.jpg?v=ba4dad43e6fe2cf0fd6dedca121fa7b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Beg: My Cold Ex-Husband
On our ninth anniversary, my husband Dominick didn't toast to us. Instead, he rested his hand on his mistress's pregnant belly in front of the entire crime family. I was just a debt payment to him, a ghost in a forty-thousand-dollar gown. But the humiliation didn't end in the ballroom. When his mistress, Chastity, started hemorrhaging later that night, he didn't call an ambulance. He dragged me to the family clinic. He knew I had a serious heart condition. He knew a transfusion of that magnitude could trigger a fatal cardiac event. "She is carrying my son," he said, his eyes devoid of any humanity. "You will give her whatever she needs." I begged him. I bargained for my freedom. He lied and agreed, just to get the needle in my arm. As my dark red blood flowed through the tube to save the woman destroying my life, my chest tightened. The monitors began to scream. My heart was failing. "Mr. Reyes! She's crashing!" the doctor shouted. Dominick didn't even turn around. He walked out of the room to hold Chastity's hand, leaving me to die on the table. I survived, but Annis Myers died in that clinic. He thought I would return to the penthouse and continue being his obedient, silent wife. He thought he owned the blood in my veins. He was wrong. I went back to the penthouse one last time. I struck a match. I let the room burn. By the time Dominick realized I wasn't in the ashes, I was already on a plane to London. I had left my wedding ring in an envelope, along with the medical records that proved his cruelty. He wanted a war? I would give him one./0/66679/coverorgin.jpg?v=f318335d47832bb02e6b8338555e7ee5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MAFIA LORD'S SINFUL DESIRES
" You were born to be mine , you are mine and you are going to be ...... only mine " He spoke in his Hoarse , deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Her petite body trembled as he gaze at her with his Hawk eyes. His hand slowly caressed her cheek , lovingly as he took a careful view of her face. " Stay away ! " She screamed as she tried to push him away but he was not gonna let her push him away. He looked dead mad hearing her words. His blood shot red eyes dug holes into her brown orbs and her back sank into the wall behind her as he slammed his both fists onto the wall. " you belong to me " He made it clear to her but she was not gonna let him play with her like that. " I-I'm- getting engaged- " She looked up to him in the eyes and she witnessed his darkened eyes. He licked up his dried up lips and all of a sudden , stood up straight , letting her breath in relief but that did not last long when he grabbed her frail arm in his tight grip and dragged her all the way towards his bed , pushing her onto the bed as her body bounced twice. " do you really think you can get enagged to him ? Let me show you tonight and after that you will know ......... Whose sinful obsession you are "/1/102347/coverorgin.jpg?v=043a2e5913dc98f45ff521202a144e31&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Mafia Doll To Montana Queen
I was the invisible daughter of the Hayes crime family, secretly painting portraits of Marcus, the Underboss. He was the man who had once protected me from the world, the man I loved from the shadows. But he chose power over affection. To secure an alliance, he engaged Isabella. Threatened by my existence, Isabella staged a fake miscarriage and framed me for destroying her heirloom wedding dress. Marcus didn't ask for my side of the story. Blinded by rage over his "lost heir," he ordered his guards to drag me to the Ice Cellar—a freezing underground torture chamber used for traitors. For days, I shivered in the absolute darkness, listening to the water drip, realizing the man I worshiped was actually my jailer. My father, protecting his own millions, let it happen. In that cold, the girl who loved Marcus died. When he finally released me, he expected me to be broken, obedient, and grateful for his mercy. Instead, I burned every painting I had ever made of him. I packed a single bag and vanished into the night, escaping to a rugged ranch in Montana where no one knew my name. Three years later, the truth about Isabella’s lies finally surfaced. Marcus tracked me down. The King of New York fell to his knees in the dirt and cow manure of my new home, weeping, begging, and offering me the entire world to come back. I looked down at the man who once owned my heart. "You can't un-shatter a glass, Marcus," I said coldly. "I'm not coming home."/1/104694/coverorgin.jpg?v=fba18a636a565aead7b3c1a8f143979b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Cold Heart: Rejecting The Mafia Boss
My husband, the Outfit’s most feared Consigliere, stood up and buttoned his suit jacket. He had just convinced a jury that Sofia Moretti was innocent. But we both knew the truth: Sofia had poisoned my mother over a spilled martini on her Valentino dress. Instead of comforting me, Dante looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "If you make a scene," he whispered, gripping my arm until it bruised, "I will bury you in a psychiatric ward so deep even God won't find you." To protect the Family alliance, he sacrificed his wife. When I tried to fight back, he drugged me at a gala. He let a private investigator take photos of me, naked and unconscious, just to have leverage to keep me silent. He paraded Sofia around our penthouse, letting her wear my dead mother’s shawl while I was banished to the staff quarters. He thought he had broken me. He thought I was just a nurse’s daughter he could manage. But he made a fatal error. He didn't read the "committal forms" I handed him to sign. They were divorce papers, transferring his assets to me. And the night of the yacht party, while he toasted to his victory with my mother's killer, I left my wedding ring on the deck. I didn't jump to die. I jumped to be reborn. And when I resurfaced, I made sure Dante Russo burned for every sin./1/113924/coverorgin.jpg?v=3dbda5ff87181c775c7a20578f77be9d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Left For Dead, I Returned A Queen
My husband, a ruthless mafia Capo, brought his pregnant mistress to our anniversary party. He then ordered me to give her a blood transfusion, knowing my heart condition could kill me. As my life drained away, I knew my nine-year marriage was finally over. It was my ninth wedding anniversary, and I stood in an expensive gown, watching Dominick Reyes, a feared mafia Capo, celebrate with our guests. But the celebration wasn't for us; Dominick had brought Chastity, his pregnant mistress, and then publicly ordered me out of our master suite. Chastity, who had faked her pregnancy, then framed me for an attack. Dominick forced me to give a blood transfusion to Chastity, knowing my heart condition made it potentially fatal. As my blood drained from my veins, sustaining the woman who had stolen my life, I felt my consciousness fading, hoping I would not wake up. When I woke, Dominick had already paraded Chastity to a gala. He had drained me, used me, and then abandoned me in a hospital bed, breaking his promise of a divorce. I was nothing more than a debt payment, a pawn in his brutal game. Knowing he would never truly let me go, I calmly called a trusted contact. I would disappear from his world, become someone new, and this time, Dominick Reyes would pay./0/38678/coverorgin.jpg?v=93aa9f6a0390f824818b5a97362fa988&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Mafia Lord
BLURB He is highly respected because of his game and also feared because he is a ruthless Mafia Lord. She is a victim of bully from her uncle and his family for no just cause. She is also bullied in the school she attends and made an object of mockery. Fate brings the bullied and the bully together in an unprecedented event; she is made a collateral by her uncle, for the debt accured to Giovanni. Would she be able to cope with the Mafia lord or would her life remain in the same tale; a tale where she is a hopeless victim of bully./1/104538/coverorgin.jpg?v=f15c1c7516aaab4c0549a5e63881a6d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying The Wounded King: My Ex's Regret
I stood in the center of the rose garden, convinced the Underboss of the East Coast was finally going to defy his father and put a ring on my finger. Instead, Desmond walked toward me holding another woman's hand. "Dallas," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "This is Chelsea. My fiancée." He told me it was just business, a merger to secure shipping routes. He expected me to stay in the shadows as his mistress, his "pet canary." When I refused to be his dirty little secret, his family sold me like cattle to Kennedy Simmons, the crippled Don of the West Coast, just to get rid of me. But the ultimate betrayal happened the night before I left. On the family yacht, Chelsea pushed me overboard. I screamed for help in the freezing dark water. I watched Desmond dive in. I reached out for him, but he swam right past me. He chose to save his wealthy fiancée, the "asset," and left me to drown. In that moment, the girl who loved him died. I realized his brother Antone, who I thought was my friend, was just a stalker using me to get close to Chelsea. I was nothing but collateral damage to the people I had worshipped. I didn't die that night. I boarded the plane to Seattle with a frozen heart. They thought they were selling me to a monster. They didn't realize they were handing me a King. The next time the Morgans saw me, I wasn't their victim. I was the woman coming to burn their empire to the ground./1/104851/coverorgin.jpg?v=078a0928f2d792fd2e0b557965a2d816&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Don: The Wife You Buried
I went to the family lawyer for a routine travel clearance. Instead, I was handed a divorce decree. The ink was three years old. While I had been playing the role of the dutiful Capo's wife, Dante had secretly divorced me the day after our fifth anniversary. Twenty-four hours later, he legally married the nanny, Gia, and named her cruel-eyed son as his heir. I returned home to confront him, only for the boy to throw boiling tomato soup on me. Dante didn't check my burns. He cradled the boy and looked at me with pure, drug-fueled hatred, calling me a monster for upsetting his "son." The final blow came in a parking garage. A car sped toward us. Dante didn't pull me to safety. He shoved me into the vehicle's path, using my body as a human shield to protect his mistress. Lying broken on the asphalt, I realized Aria Vitiello was already dead to him. So, I decided to make it official. I arranged a private flight over the Atlantic and ensured there were no survivors. By the time Dante was weeping over the wreckage, realizing too late that he had been poisoned against me, I was already in France. The Canary was dead. The Reaper had risen./1/116741/coverorgin.jpg?v=d7dff529282f69e9099fa2c03136a6ec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From Ashes: The Vengeful Mafia Bride
I worshipped the mafia Don for ten years, believing my devotion could tame his cold heart. But as my organs failed in a freezing underground clinic, a text message illuminated my phone. "Camilla needs a blood transfusion for the baby. You are the only match. Bleed for her, or I will slaughter your father." I stared at the screen from the man I loved, my heart shattering. To protect his civilian mistress, Gabriel had caged me and authorized a medical procedure that permanently stripped me of my ability to bear children. Camilla had faked miscarriages to frame me, playing the innocent victim while secretly poisoning my name. Now, she was actually pregnant, and Gabriel was willing to drain my dying body to save her. Because of my blind love, my Capo father went to war for me, which cost him his territory, his men, and ultimately his life. I died in that clinic, completely drained and discarded like trash. Until my last breath, I didn't understand. Why did my decade of absolute loyalty mean nothing? Why did I let my family's legacy burn for a man who only saw me as a blood bag? When I gasped and opened my eyes, the fatal cold was gone. I was standing in the center of the Syndicate's grand hall, holding the ceremonial silver dagger that would bind me to him all over again. I was twenty again. This time, I looked at the dagger, smiled, and prepared to hand him a bride who would tear his empire apart from the inside out./1/104539/coverorgin.jpg?v=dc91f4dab6e98fc024f4a54adbaf49e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Into The Rival's Arms: The Decoy's Escape
I stood behind the velvet curtain, clutching a positive pregnancy test, waiting for the perfect moment to tell Dante our family was growing. Instead, I heard him laugh. "She is not the bride," Dante told his Consigliere, swirling his fifty-year-old scotch. "She is the bulletproof vest I wear until it is safe for Sofia to enter the city. When the bullets stop flying, we throw the vest in the trash." My world shattered. When Sofia arrived that night, she didn't just take my place; she boiled my beloved cat for dinner. Dante didn't defend me. He told me to clean up the mess or face punishment. To prove his devotion to her, he had his men drag me to "The Pit"—an underground fight club. I was thrown into a cage with a starving Doberman. I looked up at the VIP box, begging the man I loved to save me. Instead, Dante pressed the intercom button, his voice booming over the speakers. "One million dollars on the dog," he said. "She won't last three minutes." He covered Sofia's eyes to protect her innocence while the beast tore the flesh from my arm. That night, Elena Vance died in the dirt. One year later, the grieving Dante Moretti attended a gala for a mysterious new artist in New York. He dropped his champagne glass when he saw me on stage, alive, wearing a dress that revealed my ruined, scarred arm. "I didn't leave you, Dante," I said into the microphone, my voice cold as ice. "You killed me. And now, I'm here to collect my winnings."/0/56200/coverorgin.jpg?v=5fc326ed01314db9d19a5b83fdc94cc5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King's Runaway Fiancee
"I'd rather take murder over cheating anytime of the day" Hazel yelled in anger, throwing the bouquet she got for her boyfriend after witnessing him fucking her P.A. Not having a father is hard. But have you ever had one that abuses your mother and loves you, forcing you to have a love and hate relationship with him? – Hazel Grover. "I'll make her fall in love with me if it means I get the revenge I want from 20 years" Kieran shot the person right in front of him with no mercy in his eyes, knowing that's how things work in his agency. Cheating is never my intention. Getting my revenge definitely is. And I'd go to any lengths for that – Kieran Salvatore. Never having a taste of true love, Kieran is the ruthless and the coldest billionaire you'll ever see. When life presents itself the revenge he has been craving for, he gives into it, even if it meant to break the only girl's heart that truly ever loved him for what he was. Luck with men in her life was in negatives for Hazel even though her witty and naive personality doesn't take more than a few minutes to make anyone fall in love with her. Hoping that the guy she was head over heels for is different than them, she even risked losing the company she built on that she worked day and night for, only to realise he was the worst person she ever met. When the fate twists in the ugliest ways, no matter how deep she has been hurt, Hazel can't pull away from Kieran, who realised he can't lose her for his revenge, but it was already too late. And he did what he always do. Forced her into what he wants. She regretted meeting him, yet he ended up marrying her forcefully. Would they survive what life throws at them?/1/102349/coverorgin.jpg?v=708df978a11bc80bd38d7bd824caa5a5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ruthless Don's Obsession: You Can't Run
I walked into the Thorn estate with another man's diamond on my finger, naive enough to think it could shield me from Marcus. But the Don of the city’s underworld didn't even blink. He called my engagement ring a "cute trinket" and introduced me to his own fiancée, Chloe, right then and there. "Love is a fairy tale for children, Ellie," he sneered. "And you are far too old for fairy tales." I tried to leave with dignity, but the knife twisted deeper. I found my mother’s silver locket—the one he swore to protect with his life—buried in the mud like trash. He hadn't just rejected me; he had erased me. Broken, I fled to Florence to marry a man I didn't love, just to escape the suffocation of the estate. But I couldn't outrun the heartbreak. I collapsed in a foreign apartment, burning with fever, while my fiancé worried more about wedding seating charts than my life. I thought I was going to die alone. Until I woke up in a sterile clinic room. My fiancé was gone. Standing by my bed, looking like a vengeful god who had just burned down a city to get to me, was Marcus. He trapped me against the mattress, his eyes dark with a terrifying mix of rage and possession. "Did you really think you could run from me?" he growled. "I returned the locket," I whispered, trembling. "We are even." "Fuck the locket," he said. "You belong to me, Ellie. And I am not leaving without you."/0/83733/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e150b509351493e3deab93d68b038cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Boy Who Became Don
My name is Leo O' Connell, and I was just fourteen, the overlooked son in a crime family ruled by my tyrannical father. My only solace was my beautiful, quiet mother, Isabella, an outsider in our Irish world, sent as a peace offering from her Sicilian family. Then, my estranged older brother, Connor "The Ghost" O' Connell, a legendary enforcer, returned home after fifteen years in exile. Everyone around me buzzed with anticipation, but I noticed something unsettling in my mother: a forgotten energy, a bright light in her eyes, especially when she looked at Connor. That night, driven by a strange intuition, I crept to my mother' s private bungalow. Through a gap in the blinds, I saw them: my mother, Isabella, and Connor, locked in a passionate embrace, not the embrace of brother and sister-in-law. I heard him whisper a different name, "Bella," confessing he'd thought of her for fifteen years before he kissed her. My world shattered. My mother, beautiful and sad, was a liar. And Connor, the brother I was beginning to admire, was a thief of her affections. He was going to take her away. He penned a secret note, hidden in a Zippo lighter, detailing their escape and a new life together for all three of us. But consumed by a cold, selfish fear of abandonment, I found that note and burned it. I told her nothing, letting her believe he was simply leaving, forever heartbroken. Two years later, my father lay dying, naming Connor the new Don, and secretly ordering my mother' s death to clear the slate. To protect me, my mother lied to Connor, claiming I was my father's true son, forcing Connor to sacrifice his inheritance. He gave up everything, even his life in a bloody gang war, to secure a future for the woman he loved and the boy he believed was his brother. Only after his death, and my mother's passing from a broken heart, did the full, terrible truth unravel, leaving me as the lonely, haunted Don. Now I stand alone, a king of an empire stained with the blood of lies, forced to confront the devastating consequences of my selfish act and the unimaginable sacrifices made by those I loved./1/104852/coverorgin.jpg?v=c05647eb260ba6cf25fae3e3a43f4251&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Marrying The Enemy: My Ex's Worst Nightmare
I spent ten years as the ward of Kason Oneal, the ruthless Underboss of the city's most dangerous crime family. He saved me when I was a child, raised me, and made me believe I was his queen. But the moment his ex-girlfriend, Dalia, returned, the illusion shattered. Kason demanded I return the jade pendant—the one he had hand-carved for my sixteenth birthday—just so he could hang it around Dalia's neck. To him, I was suddenly nothing more than a placeholder who had kept his bed warm. The cruelty didn't stop there. He stood by and watched as Dalia shredded my clothes with scissors, laughing at my tears. When I collapsed on the floor in agony from acute appendicitis, Kason didn't call an ambulance. Instead, he dragged me to a shady clinic, accusing me of faking a pregnancy to trap him. He ordered the doctor to "terminate it" while I was dying of sepsis on the table. He called me trash. He called me property. He stripped away every ounce of dignity I had left, all to please a woman who was lying to his face. I realized then that the hero who saved me when I was ten was dead. I was done begging for scraps of affection from a monster. Trembling, I walked to the phone and dialed the number of the one man Kason feared most—his sworn enemy, Hadley Payne. "Tell him yes," I whispered into the receiver. "I accept the arrangement. I will marry him." Kason thought he could break me. Instead, he was about to watch his "property" become the Queen of the rival family./1/117367/coverorgin.jpg?v=9eda544c361edaaccac763e8307a1679&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Pretended to Be Bankrupt, So I Took Everything
When my mafia boss husband claimed his empire was crumbling, I worked grueling cleaning jobs just to keep our rundown safehouse afloat. I had once taken a bullet for him, and I was willing to scrub toilets to save him. But hiding behind a hotel linen cart, I overheard him whispering to his mistress. "Make sure the wife keeps working," he murmured. "I want to see the precise measure of humiliation required to break her." His bankruptcy was a lie, a sadistic game to test my blind loyalty. He moved his mistress into our home and threw my belongings in the trash. When I tried to leave, he threatened to cut off my dying father's life support. His men shattered my ankle while he coddled his mistress, and he ignored my desperate calls as my father took his last breath alone. He even orchestrated a cruel prank that shocked me into miscarrying our child, leaving me bleeding in a bathtub while he walked away in disgust. I had given him three years of my youth and bled for him, only to realize the teenage boy who once promised me the world was dead. He was a monster who enjoyed tearing my soul apart just because he was bored. Waking up in the sterile hospital room, I felt no more tears, only the quiet relief of a severed chain. His mistress walked in, dropped her sweet smile, and bowed her head to me with absolute respect. "Boss, I have successfully sold all his routes," she said. I looked at my horrified husband standing at the door, and calmly handed his financial ledgers to the FBI./1/103601/coverorgin.jpg?v=3e849f6792845cc2647ba12bd710dc1c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Scapegoat Fiancée: I Am No Substitute
Seven years. That was the price I paid for my sister’s crime. My fiancé, Dante, the most ruthless Don in New York, called my prison sentence "mercy." He promised we would go back to how things were once the debt was paid. But when I walked out of those gates, I didn't find a husband waiting for me. I found him peeling grapes for my sister, Chiara. They sat at the family table, telling me I was unstable. They demanded I break our engagement so Dante could marry her instead. They claimed she was fragile, dying of leukemia, while I was "strong enough" to handle the rejection. They didn't know the truth. They didn't know that while I was in solitary, I was dragged to a clinic to donate my bone marrow—without anesthesia—to save her life. I gave my freedom and my bones for this family. Yet, when I told Dante the truth, he looked me in the eye and called me a liar. He chose the sister who framed me over the woman who sacrificed everything for him. So, I didn't scream. I didn't fight. I simply disappeared. Two years later, when Dante finally found me in a gallery in Paris, begging on his knees with his wrist slashed in desperation, I didn't feel love. I looked at the man who destroyed me and said, "Security, please escort this gentleman out."/0/66682/coverorgin.jpg?v=787042880c577db2a3de30c71003e87e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Possessive Mafia Protector
Samantha was hated by her parents, cheated on by her boyfriend and betrayed by her younger sister, Belinda. She was their parent's favorite child and even when Belinda stole her boyfriend, their parents stood by her. While Samantha was nursing a heartbreak, her betrayers still bullied her. However, a strange man came from nowhere and stood up for her. After that incident, Samantha's life changed forever. Robert, who was rumored to be a ruthless Mafia Lord, became possessive of her and never let anyone hurt her again. He had a reason for coming closer to her but when Samantha learned about it, she fled and got into an accident. The accident led to the revelation of the truth about her which her parents kept a secret. Find out how Samantha was able to deal with all the dramas in her life./1/102819/coverorgin.jpg?v=a617482dc12f331777919667aac45637&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Rose Rises Anew
He called me his wild rose, the foster kid he rescued from the streets. He built me a gilded cage and told me it was love. Then I saw the text: my best friend, Karis, showing off the engagement ring he' d just given her. I rushed to his office, only to overhear the truth. I was just a "placeholder," a "stray he picked up," a useful toy to keep his family happy while he planned his real future with her. He laughed about how easily he could control me. "A little gaslighting, a few well-placed gifts, and she'll be back where she belongs. Under my thumb." His final act of love? Drugging me and handing me over to a monster, sacrificing me as a "body double" to protect his precious Karis. He thought I was just a broken foster kid with nowhere to go. He thought he could erase me. He was wrong. As the private jet he put me on exploded over the ocean, I was already gone-saved by the powerful family I never knew I had. Now, I'm coming back, and they will pay for every single lie./1/104853/coverorgin.jpg?v=eccef64d54cd1f147c3b18fea09c295f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
