Mafia Books for Women
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After losing my memory, I divorced Don
I woke up to find that I had lost five years of my memory. I was told that I had been married to Caspian, the ruthless Godfather of the New York Mafia, for five years. I had harbored a crush on him for a long time, so marrying him should have been good news. But the terrible truth was, he didn't seem to love me. After losing my five years of memory, he felt like nothing more than a stranger to me. "Break the blood oath, Caspian," I said. "We're getting a divorce." Yet later, he would pace outside my door late at night, refusing to leave: "Darling, just look at me one more time, please?"/1/118821/coverorgin.jpg?v=42a75bf554dd9d9939724c644172c394&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kneel Before Your Ex-Wife, Ruthless Boss
For seven years, I secretly funneled my family's wealth to build my husband's mafia empire, even paying exorbitant black-market fees to keep his dying mother alive. But today, Julian threw annulment papers onto the mahogany table. He wrapped a possessive arm around his mistress, proudly announcing to a room of armed men that she was carrying his heir. "Sign the papers and walk away, or my men will consign your body to the river," Julian commanded. He mocked me as a fruitless branch, completely useless to his legacy. His mistress smirked, aggressively demanding I get on my knees and beg for her forgiveness. The entire room of hardened killers erupted into coarse laughter, reveling in the ultimate humiliation of a discarded, barren wife. They had no idea about the secret I buried. Six years ago, a piece of shrapnel in a drive-by shooting had rendered Julian permanently sterile. To protect his life and fragile pride in a brutal syndicate that despised weak men, I had sworn myself to absolute silence and taken all the insults. I had given him everything, only to be thrown away for a child that couldn't possibly be his. Looking into the cruel eyes of the man I had shielded for half a decade, my last vestige of naive hope withered. I calmly signed the annulment without a moment's hesitation. Then, I pulled out my phone to call the Consigliere of New York's ultimate Don—my father—ready to reduce Julian's holdings to ash./0/97732/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb8a64b83a8ad7b3827f7653b49a5eca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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99 Roses for the Underboss's Wife
I was the brilliant money launderer for the most feared syndicate on the East Coast, and the fiercely loyal wife of its Underboss, Dante. While I worked sleepless nights to build his underworld dominion, he secretly diverted my operations to fund a luxury club for his naive barista mistress. When I confronted them and publicly exposed her, Dante didn't show a shred of guilt. Instead, he slapped me across the face in front of the entire syndicate. He draped his tailored jacket over his crying mistress to shield her, then turned his cold eyes on me. "Apologize to her right now, or I will send every single soldier in your crew to the slaughterhouse." He then weaponized the mafia's whisper network to destroy my reputation, painting me as a hysterical, paranoid woman just to legitimize his affair. For years, I had blindly endured his psychological torture, believing my devotion would eventually earn his respect. But looking at the brutal purple handprint on my cheek, and the ninety-nine dried bouquets of white roses he kept in the attic to carelessly patch over his toxic abuse, my heart finally turned to ice. I didn't throw a tantrum, nor did I beg for his love anymore. I left his apology blood diamonds on the table, drafted my mafia severance papers, and walked out of his territory for good. This time, I would build my own empire, and let him drown in the ruins of his./0/90919/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb79f4b9372b9379e3777d0dd6062c4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Devil's Deal With Mafia Tycoon
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again. I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked. I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay. And now I'm his./1/104546/coverorgin.jpg?v=a507b036bc2411e0a32ac9e6c3a6f2f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Pampered By The Ruthless Don
The man smiling in the silver frame on my vanity was the very same man who, in exactly three months, would wrap his hands around my throat. I knew this because I had already died. I had felt the freezing, silty water of the Hudson River fill my lungs while Alexander watched the life drain from my eyes, his mistress laughing in the background. I had hovered like a ghost above my own funeral, watching the betrayal continue even after my death. My mother, the perfect Mafia widow, stood stoically next to my killer, unaware she had sold her daughter to a butcher. My fiancé checked his watch, bored, waiting to liquidate my inheritance. But then I saw him. Darrian Golden. The Don of the rival clan. The enemy. He stood in the pouring rain, his expensive suit soaked through, staring at my coffin as if the world had ended. When the earth hit the wood, he didn't just cry; he roared in primal agony. My fiancé killed me, but my enemy was the only one who mourned me. "The Commission is waiting," my mother’s voice snapped the timeline back into place. She stood in my doorway, demanding I set the engagement date to secure the territory. She saw a charming Capo; I saw the rat who had cut my father's brake lines. In my first life, I was a trembling bird. In this life, I was the match that would burn the cage down. I smashed the photo frame against the marble table, the sound cracking through the room like a gunshot. "Contact the Golden Clan," I commanded. My mother went pale. "He is a savage, Azalea. He butchers men for sport." "Tell Don Golden that Azalea Kidd is offering a parley," I said, looking out the window at the city that would soon be ours. "Tell him I am offering the only thing he has ever wanted: Me."/0/73075/coverorgin.jpg?v=6540ff8681e04daffdea6d839626a44f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Crimson Trail of Death
Sierra Monroe's life spirals into darkness when she's drawn into the world of the powerful De Santos brothers-one a ruthless, undisclosed mafia leader, the other a billionaire hiding dangerous secrets. Desperate to save her mother, Sierra agrees to a contract marriage with Adrian De Santos, hoping for protection but uncovering far more. As she seeks revenge against those who destroyed her family, Sierra is forced to confront love, betrayal, and survival in a city that takes no prisoners./1/104547/coverorgin.jpg?v=2835557b158b06471243b6c367c9495e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Wife's Revenge On The Don
I stood outside the mahogany doors, balancing a tray of espresso, when I heard my husband promise his sister that my reign as the Queen of Chicago was over. I thought being the Don's wife meant safety. I was wrong. In a warehouse reeking of rust, faced with an ultimatum from our enemies to choose who lives, Brennan made his choice. "Alyssa is strong," he justified, shielding his mistress, Debbi, who was faking a pregnancy. "She knows the life." He walked out into the sunlight with her, leaving me in the dark with a gun to my head. He abandoned me to be tortured and murdered by his rivals, weaponizing my resilience to absolve his guilt. He thought I died that day. He even mourned me after he eventually found out Debbi was a traitor. But he didn't know the new security guard was an undercover FBI agent who pulled me from the edge. Two years later, I've built a quiet life running a bistro in Maine under a new name. But then the bell above the door chimes during the lunch rush. I look up, and there he is. The husband who sacrificed me. He's looking at me not with guilt, but with a terrifying, obsessive hope. He says he burned down the world to fix his mistake. He says he won't let me go again. I smile, but my hand is already reaching for the wire the FBI gave me. I'm not a wife anymore, Brennan. I'm the executioner./1/114605/coverorgin.jpg?v=6539cf57584a084d34746ccd81a56625&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal Forged My Ruthless Soul
Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift-a way to protect me from a worse fate. Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes." My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life. They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous. They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word. It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash. That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."/1/127259/coverorgin.jpg?v=9715424fcb13e85c543e20c077462547&imageMogr2/format/webp)
HIS MAFIA HEIR SHE HID FOR SEVEN YEARS
HIS MAFIA HEIR SHE HID FOR SEVEN YEARS He paid her off and called their night a mistake. Seven years later, Don Dante Marchetti finds his son's eyes staring back at him - and this time, no one is taking them from him. Elena Cross built a life from nothing after Dante Marchetti's family made it clear she was never meant to stay. She raised their son alone, changed her name twice, and buried a secret she believed could get her son killed if it ever surfaced. Then Dante walks into her gallery - and one look at the boy's eyes tells him everything she never got the chance to say. But finding out he has a son is only the beginning. As Dante fights to earn his way back into their lives, a rival family circles closer, a trusted friend's betrayal cuts deeper than either of them expects, and Elena must decide if loving him again is worth the danger that comes with his name. This time, Dante isn't just claiming his heir. He's promising to burn down anyone who threatens what's his./1/114606/coverorgin.jpg?v=0933604db5d45c412ea7ea7a8d357596&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Fake Heir, My Undeniable Power
After fifteen years of marriage and a brutal battle with infertility, I finally saw two pink lines on a pregnancy test. This baby was my victory, the heir that would finally secure my place as the wife of mob capo Marco Vitiello. I planned to announce it at his mother's party, a triumph over the matriarch who saw me as nothing but a barren field. But before I could celebrate, my friend sent me a video. The headline read: "MOB CAPO MARCO VITIELLO'S PASSIONATE NIGHTCLUB KISS!" It was him, my husband, devouring a woman who looked like a younger, fresher version of me. Hours later, Marco stumbled home, drunk and reeking of another woman's perfume. He complained about his mother begging him for an heir, completely unaware of the secret I held. Then my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number. "Your husband slept with my girl. We need to talk." It was signed by Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of our rival family. The meeting with Dante was a nightmare. He showed me another video. This time, I heard my husband's voice, telling the other woman, "I love you. Elara... that's just business." My fifteen years of loyalty, of building his empire, of taking a bullet for him-all dismissed as "just business." Dante didn't just reveal the affair; he showed me proof that Marco was already stealing our shared assets to build a new life with his mistress. Then, he made me an offer. "Divorce him," he said, his eyes cold and calculating. "Join me. We'll build an empire together and destroy him."/0/56855/coverorgin.jpg?v=47933f415a4319c53124e5bdcd0deac6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrothed to The Don.
Lucia I'm thrown into a world of chaos when I hear that my family is part of the Italian mafia. No, scratch that - my family is the Italian mafia - and as tradition states, I'll be getting married to the bratva head. My world is in shambles when I see how cold and ruthless my husband is. Despite how handsome and attractive he is, I give myself one assignment; stay as far away from him as possible. But as neither my body nor my heart gets the message, I have to think of a way to conceal my emotions from him. Ivan My life's purpose has always been to take over from my father as the head of the bratva. That's practically what I was born for; to kill and destroy. But for that to happen, I must get married, which isn't a problem since an arranged marriage to the Italian mafia princess has long been formed for us. What becomes a problem is the strange feelings that begin to steer within me the moment I'm married to my wife. Now I have another purpose added to the list; kill, destroy and love./1/114607/coverorgin.jpg?v=5740e72502aafb59fe3f3d036be1c837&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Princess's Vengeance for Lost Heir
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./0/74700/coverorgin.jpg?v=a30f8b9313b3a58335fe5aed591a047b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An obsessed mafia
Unfortunately it's an abomination to just suddenly gain interest in a mafia boss. But not just any mafia but your worst enemy. Zaliyah suddenly fell in love with a Mafia boss who was no where near friendly. But what happens when her brother even get to know that after all that has happened. She run back to their deadly enemies. Will she chose her family or she will chose love ./0/65291/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd9e41df2e9739e28a6fb896e2c97007&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dante's Second Chance
Annabelle's life has been a nightmare, trapped under her stepfather's abuse and doing whatever it takes to protect her sister. With a weak mother who's too blind to notice the horrors at home, Annabelle knows she has to get out. But her escape plan takes a wild turn when she gets hit by Dante's car and wakes up with no memory of her past. Dante is the ruthless mafia lord of Acadia, who has grown even worse since he lost his fiancée. Now, everyone trembles at the mention of his name. When Dante sees Annabelle, he decides she's his-and he's not letting go. Everyone who dares to hurt her would pay dearly. *********** "I want nothing to do with you," Annabelle says breathlessly. "You are mine and that is final," He declares. ********** As Annabelle tries to escape her demons, she's caught in a dangerous game where Dante's rules are the only ones that matter. Will she find a way to break free, or will she be drawn deeper into Dante's dark world?/1/120448/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e709170bdb74d6662b431ee1c602070&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heiress Reclaims Her Empire
I transmigrated into the body of a doomed mafia princess, engaged to the ruthless Don of the Syndicate. Right before a high-stakes gala, I caught his childhood sweetheart walking out of his private suite wearing his clothes, begging me not to misunderstand. Then, she forged official documents to steal my family's priceless diamond donation, projecting her name next to his to present them as a unified power couple. Instead of punishing her, the Don fiercely protected the weeping sweetheart. He accused me of being a jealous tyrant, ordering me to drop it because she was unwell. His mother, the Matriarch, threatened me to stay quiet and swallow the humiliation to protect the family's face. They expected me to just stand there while she stole my wealth and my position. The original Gianna would have thrown a hysterical fit and sealed her fate as the crazy villainess. But looking at their blind favoritism, my love for him completely died. Why should my family's blood and money be used as a pedestal for a manipulative thief? I refused to play their game. I projected the security logs to the entire ballroom, exposing her forgery to the Five Families. Then, I pulled off my blood-oath engagement ring and demanded every single dollar I ever invested reimbursed. "This betrothal ends tonight," I declared, walking away. But hours later, my phone lit up with a text from the furious Don. "I am going to tear apart whatever illusion of freedom you have built, and when I do, I am coming to collect you."/0/88977/coverorgin.jpg?v=c514c6a2e51c24346cd5ba0000a3c5c9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
COLLAPSE PROTOCOL
In a world where power is stolen, not earned, one collapsed alliance will rewrite the future of global crime. Laz Kito-once an FBI golden boy, now the most feared kingpin in Miami-built his empire on lies, blood, and stolen government secrets. Rachel Bolt, the daughter of a Gulf War mercenary, lives a double life as a CIA operative-until a forced marriage turns her into both pawn and player. Meanwhile, halfway across the globe, Princess Nura Al-Khaled is married off to a ruthless Iraqi oil dealer whose reach extends into Washington, Moscow, and beyond. When both daughters vanish into shadowy alliances, their powerful fathers declare silent war. But nothing stays hidden forever. A private investigator uncovers the trail of the Collapse Protocol-a covert operation that threatens to bring down empires, both criminal and governmental. In a game of lies, love, and war, there are no safe choices. Only survivors. Welcome to the Collapse Protocol-where secrets are currency and betrayal is law./0/85084/coverorgin.jpg?v=f115c7584551cba025c500f4ca1dfdea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's Forbidden Desires
Valerie Thorne: Raven Blackwood was the man I liked since I was a child, made my heart race before I even knew what love meant. But childhood ends. Innocence fades. And Raven... Well. Raven became my worst nightmare. Even the devil would sit back and take notes from him, when it came to torture, harm, use, and kill. His grey eyes, hypnotic, dangerous, and unforgettable, would make anyone fall in love with, but same grey eyes would make anyone feel death. And every time they met mine, I couldn't tell if he looked at me with the love with the depth of oceans for me, or was I another game he was playing, another pawn he planned to destroy? Raven Blackwood: Valerie Thorne. The girl who once was gentle, the sweetest ever I known. And now looked at me like I burned the sky. She was the light, too soft for the world I lived in, too good for the blood on my hands. But I never claimed to be anyone good. I never promised her good things. I only ever promised her one thing. That she was mine. Her fear didn't surprise me. Her hate? Maybe. But it's the way she still looked at me, like she wants to run and stay all at once. Because no matter how many sins I had, and will carry. No matter how deep I've dragged her into my hell. She's the only piece of heaven I ever wanted to keep./1/120449/coverorgin.jpg?v=9015c9010b570f6e4e2bbbae209c6353&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King Kneels For His Ex-Wife
I was the lawful wife of Salvatore Vitiello, the most feared Mafia Don in New York. For six years, I endured his coldness, believing my miscarriage and subsequent hysterectomy were the tragic results of a rival syndicate's kidnapping. But at the triennial Syndicate summit, my brother whispered a horrifying secret into my ear. "The Don procured the services of the family surgeon to have your womb removed." Salvatore himself had ordered the mutilation six years ago as a calculated punishment for our forced marriage. While I reeled from the sickening truth, Salvatore publicly humiliated me. He paraded his pregnant mistress, Serena, forcing me to surrender my seat of honor to her. My own parents and brother fawned over the mistress, kicking me to the floor into a pile of shattered crystal. Bleeding and broken, I was ordered by my husband to peel over a hundred shrimp for the woman carrying his heir, while the entire room mocked my barrenness. I had spent six excruciating years trying to earn his forgiveness for a trap my parents set, desperately loving the devil who had coolly destroyed my ability to be a mother. My family had sold me to him, and he had mutilated me just to break me. The suffocating love I harbored for him snapped like a rotted cord. I didn't cry or scream. I packed a single suitcase, walked out of the heavily fortified estate in the dead of night, and mailed him the Syndicate severance papers./1/122072/coverorgin.jpg?v=a508de971aa715d4a78b282b875eb3ef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
