Mafia Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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He Traded A Diamond For Cheap Glass
I was the "Ice Queen," the perfect Mafia wife who managed the De Luca empire's millions while my husband, Alessandro, played the part of the feared Underboss. I thought my silence and competence earned me respect. That was until I woke up in the estate's medical bay with a shattered leg. My saddle had snapped mid-jump. It wasn't wear and tear; it was sabotage. Lying in the dark, feigning sleep, I heard Alessandro whispering outside my door with his enforcer. "The buckle was filed down," the enforcer said urgently. "Aria tampered with it. She could have broken her neck." I waited for Alessandro’s rage. I waited for him to execute the mistress who tried to kill his wife. Instead, his voice was cold and dismissive. "Bury it," Alessandro ordered. "It’s just a broken leg. Aria was upset about the credit cards. She just wanted to teach Katarina a lesson." A lesson. My husband wasn't just cheating on me; he was protecting the woman who tried to cripple me. Three days later, at the Family Charity Gala, he humiliated me publicly. He outbid me for my grandmother's heirloom necklace and clasped it around Aria's neck while I watched from my wheelchair. He thought I was broken. He thought I was just a piece of furniture to be rearranged. He didn't know I had bugged the entire villa while I was recovering. He didn't know I had the recordings of what Aria was really doing when he wasn't looking. I gripped the USB drive in my pocket and signaled the tech team to lock the doors. The statue was broken, but he was about to learn that shattered ice is sharp enough to slit a throat./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."/0/93439/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251104083417&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Crown of Wrath
Amelia Hopewell was found by her biological father and brought home. That same day, she discovered a bodyguard, Edmund Nash, barely clinging to life after being tormented by the false heiress. She used half her blood to save him. Later, when Amelia's father fell gravely ill, all the family's assets were secretly frozen by a notorious crime lord. In desperation, Amelia sought Edmund's help. Instead, she witnessed the crime lord's second-in-command standing respectfully before him. "Mr. Nash, if Miss Hopewell's father doesn't get surgery within three hours, he won't survive," the man said. "The company's success owes much to the money Miss Hopewell gave you. Are you sure you won't reveal your true identity to her?" he asked. Edmund toyed with an expensive sapphire necklace, his eyes cold and detached. "For the next three hours, ensure Amelia Hopewell doesn't borrow a single penny," he ordered. "Rosalyn said if Amelia's father gets the surgery, she won't let me step foot in her room again. What a vengeful little girl." Amelia realized the crime lord who had been crushing her family's business for three years was none other than her beloved fiancé, Edmund Nash. Upon learning the truth, Amelia dialed the number of her former subordinate, "I want Edmund ruined in three days!"/0/60744/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c7c35116b7f594961d368128d03de70&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kidnapped by My Ruthless Mafia Fiance
Blurb: Two things matter in my captor's twisted world of crime...Power and money. He stole me to gain both. He's a coldhearted monster with a reputation for violence and the most dangerous man I've ever met, a man who's clearly keeping secrets. So how can his touch make me ache with such need? I refuse his proposal of marriage, of course. But Anthony Rodriguez didn't break in to listen to reason. He is a dangerous stranger in my bed, clamping a rough hand over my mouth and warning me to stay silent. He's going to make me his mafia bride. Whether I want to or not. Anthony just wants to claim a debt from my quivering body. But under his command and sheets, I'm discovering a new strength. I'm becoming this man's undoing. Despite being trapped, at his mercy, and stolen from my family... I might never want to leave my place under him. Kidnapped by My Ruthless Mafia Fiance is a hate to love Romance book. (A sequel of I hate to love you, Mr CEO. Though both stories can be read independently.)/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./0/90937/coverorgin.jpg?v=baf378725283cd23130151d1a68d32d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
For Her Sake
Kelvin held her wrist and pulled her into a room in the hotel. "What are you doing?" Amelia asked, trying to tug at him. "Don't pretend you don't want this too." He said, rubbing his thumb at her hard nipples threatening to tear out of her dress, his eyes watching as her body responded to him. He held her neck in the most seductive way and pinned her against the wall. His hand went up under her black dress tracing her skin in a calculated path, as his fingers touched her already soaked pants, Amelia let out a soft moan and pulled him closer with a kiss. *** Amelia found herself getting married to her ex-fiancé's brother, it was an almost perfect revenge. Only to find herself wrapped deeper in the evil hands of the brothers. Would she ever be able to get her revenge and find her true love? Explore a tale of romance, suspense, treachery, and love. The fascinating novel 'For Her Sake' will have you reading until the very last page./0/82177/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff7cf4ec7bcf89b7801b7b7bc3d5342a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
FASHION AND CRIME
In the city of New Haven, fashion designer Sylvania Scarlet is about to marry Russell Thompson, a rich businessman. But just as she says her vows at the fancy Avanti Hotel, masked gunmen storm in. They don't just steal her wedding ring; they take jewelry, money, and other valuables. But one thing stands out... her ring was meant for someone called "The Don." Shocked and confused, Sylvania becomes obsessed with finding out who The Don is. As she searches for answers, her marriage starts falling apart. Russell, once loving, becomes controlling and violent, forcing her to run away and start over. Wanting to rebuild her life, Sylvania starts her own fashion business, Scarlet Fashions, and quickly becomes famous. But she doesn't know that long before the wedding, she had already caught the eye of a powerful man. Zagaff Manscent, a feared Mafia boss, has been at war with his rival, Victor Morano. When Zagaff first saw Sylvania in a newspaper, he was drawn to her beauty and talent. He wanted her, but he knew the risks. Victor would do anything to hurt him, even going after someone he loved. To protect Sylvania, Zagaff pushed his feelings aside and stayed away. But after the wedding robbery, Zagaff is furious, convinced that Victor is behind it, making their war even worse. What he doesn't know is that fate is already pulling Sylvania into his dangerous world. One night at Divas Deluxe, Sylvania meets The Don; the man she has been searching for. She is drawn to him, unaware of the deadly battle surrounding him. As they grow closer, Sylvania finds herself caught between Russell, who refuses to let her go, and Zagaff, who doesn't yet know the secrets she carries. Then, she finds out she's pregnant. With danger all around and the fight between Zagaff and Victor Morano getting worse, Sylvania must make a choice among Love, Power, or Revenge. Will she survive this dangerous game... or become its next victim?/1/103296/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f3f75a1dc641ac00f4f5532c2e5e680&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Final Score: When The Wife Walks Away
I didn't keep a ledger to save my marriage to the Chicago Underboss. I kept it to justify ending it. Every time Blake chose his "childhood friend" Ariana over me, I deducted points. When he left me burning in a gallery fire to save her? Minus twenty. When he gave her my grandmother's brooch? Minus fifteen. But the score finally hit zero on the night of the storm. Blake abandoned me at a cemetery with a broken leg because Ariana called him about a flat tire. Alone in the rain, unable to run, I was struck by a semi-truck. As I bled out on the operating table, the doctors begged Blake—the head trauma surgeon—for the O-negative blood reserve codes. He refused. He ordered them to save the blood for Ariana, just in case her "panic attack" turned into shock. He didn't know the dying patient was his wife. Because of that decision, my body shut down to protect my vital organs. I survived, but the eight-week-old heartbeat inside me stopped. He killed his own son to treat his mistress's anxiety. I woke up in an empty room and pulled out the black book one last time. "Minus five points. Killed our child for her reserve." I signed the divorce papers, wiped my fingerprints from the penthouse, and vanished. Two years later, I returned to Chicago as a celebrated architect. And the man who once ruled the city was kneeling in the rain at my feet, begging for a love he had already slaughtered./1/116124/coverorgin.jpg?v=f6dba2b8b919061eb727579dc4889afa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn Heiress: Marrying My Ex's Disabled Uncle
I died in a hospital bed while my fiancé Brett and my stepsister Juliana toasted my inheritance in the next room. The lemonade she fed me wasn't kindness—it was a cardiac suppressant. The asset transfer I signed wasn't protection—it was my epitaph. As my heart monitor flatlined, I swore one thing: If I get another life, I will destroy them both. Then I opened my eyes. Crystal chandelier. Champagne. My twenty-second birthday party. Brett is about to humiliate me by gifting Juliana my mother's diamond bracelet. The crowd is waiting for the heiress to break down and cry. This time, I don't cry. I smile. I walk past them without a word. And I go straight to the man everyone has forgotten—Brett's disabled uncle, Marcello Kane, who's been rotting in a wheelchair for a decade. In front of all New York's elite, I make my choice. Not Brett. Not tears. Him. They think I've lost my mind. But I've just won the war. Because Marcello Kane isn't broken. He's a predator in disguise. And together, we're going to burn their empire to the ground./0/76233/coverorgin.jpg?v=577f3c30b5c194d3127a7068a5bf8a09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia's obsession; the beauty and the don
Welcome to the underworld where blood is law, loyalty is currency, and love? It's the deadliest sin of all. She was just trying to survive. He was born to rule. When a desperate young woman (Arianna Russo) takes a job at a mysterious nightclub to pay for her mother's hospital bills, she never expects to catch the eyes of the club's owner " a dangerously handsome mafia Don ( Matteo De Luca, with the underworld name as "Diavolo in II Giacca ) with eyes like ice and a touch that scorches. To him, she's an unexpected temptation. A weakness he can't afford. To her, he's a monster in a tailored suit-until she sees the man beneath the blood-stained crown. But in the world of crime, obsession can be fatal. She entered his world to save a life. Now she may have to destroy him to save her soul. Love was never part of the plan, but plans were made to be shattered. How would she navigate through the storm of passion and challenges that comes with getting involve in the mafia's world?/0/95476/coverorgin.jpg?v=406c18c30a1e04b865bff764df12d069&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Betrayal, My Sudden Wedding Vows
For seven years, I was his property. The lover and most trusted operative of Damian Benjamin, Veridian City' s ruthless kingpin. I took bullets for him, balanced his bloody books, and foolishly mistook his possessiveness for love. Then, he ordered me to seduce his rival, Earl Reid. It was all a cruel scheme to win the heart of another woman. I followed his orders, luring Earl into a hotel suite at a gala, only for Damian to burst in with the press. He publicly shamed me, leaving me naked and exposed as his true love called me trash. My seven-year devotion was shattered by the man I thought was my savior. But as the camera flashes blinded me, Earl Reid, the man I was sent to destroy, shielded my body from the world. He looked at me, his expression unreadable, and made an announcement that sealed my fate. "We're getting married."/1/103298/coverorgin.jpg?v=842e97caadac65300d33897a24bb6fb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Runaway Fiancée: Claimed By The Rival
I watched the man I was contractually bound to marry dive into the freezing water. But he wasn't swimming toward me. Only seconds prior, his mistress had shoved me into the ornamental pool. I struggled to surface, my heavy silk dress dragging me down like a lead weight. Jax, the ruthless Underboss of Chicago, swam right past me. He reached for the woman who had pushed me, scooping her up as she faked a leg cramp. He carried her out, stepping over my hand as I clawed at the slippery edge. Every Capo and soldier in the underworld watched the heir choose a jersey chaser over his fiancée. "You are making a scene, Eliana," Jax said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Go home." He didn't offer a hand. He ordered me away like a disobedient dog. Later that night, when I tried to return his ring, his mistress laughed and shoved me down a flight of stairs. I lay at the bottom, broken and bleeding. Jax didn't check if I was alive. He comforted her instead. To him, I was just furniture. A guarantee. He thought he had broken me. He thought I had nowhere to go because our families were allied. He was wrong. I left the five-carat diamond on the table. I left my car keys on the dashboard at O'Hare Airport. I didn't just run away. I boarded a one-way flight to New York to join his mortal enemy, the Tran Syndicate. Jax Little thought he owned the board. He didn't realize the Queen had just defected./0/98762/coverorgin.jpg?v=7e3893b1ca84555fc35e40e5ba85724e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Return
For five years, I was the wife of Jace Sharpe, the city's untouchable "Golden Boy." I was a loyalty consultant paid ten million dollars to make him fall in love, but I was the one who ended up genuinely falling for him. Then his old flame, Fallon, reappeared. When I told him I was pregnant with our child, his face became a mask of stone. Fallon smirked from the steps of his private jet. "The baby has come at the wrong time," he said, his voice as cold as ice. "It must be aborted." He had his men drag me to a clinic. As the anesthetic took hold, I heard him give a final, cruel order to the doctor: "A hysterectomy. I want to ensure there are no more… inconvenient surprises." He destroyed my body and our child for another woman. Lying in that sterile room, my love turned to icy hatred. I reached for a burner phone I hadn't touched in years and sent a single message to a mysterious contact. The reply was instant: "I'll pick you up in fifteen days."/0/54022/coverorgin.jpg?v=aa84ab0599dd9a446153fea516efc5bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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STOLEN HEARTS: FALLING FOR THE ENEMY
"I don't care how you do it, Alessia," Dante's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "You have two days to find five million dollars. If you fail, your brother won't be the only one paying the price." Life was never fair. It didn't care if you worked until your bones ached or if you were barely scraping by just to survive. Life doesn't wait for the weak. It crushes them until there's nothing left but the debt they can never repay. Alessia Russo knew that better than anyone. But when her brother steals from the Crimson Empire, she's forced to confront a brutal reality-survival now means dealing with the cold and merciless Dante Russo. Desperate to save her family, Alessia faces impossible choices. But as she's dragged deeper into Dante's deadly world, an unexpected feeling starts to bloom-an attraction to the very man who holds her fate in his hands. He's her enemy, her captor, and the one person who can destroy her life completely. Falling for the enemy was never part of the plan. But sometimes, fate is cruel. How can she protect her heart from the one man who could destroy everything she was? Still, in Crimson Empire, debts aren't just paid in money-they're paid in blood./1/106898/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c70ea7969784b3885a4d2eaf6b572f6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MAFIA DESIRE
In the city where power was inherited through bloodshed and silence, love was the most dangerous liability of all. She emerged from the shadows like a secret the underworld had failed to bury-elegant, unreadable, and far more lethal than she appeared. Every step she took echoed with intention. Every smile concealed a calculation. Men underestimated her. They always did. And they always paid for it. He was young, brilliant, and already feared. A rising king in a world that devoured the weak, carrying ambition like a loaded weapon. He didn't trust easily, didn't hesitate, and didn't believe in fate-until her presence began to unravel everything he thought he controlled. Their connection wasn't born of innocence or chance. It was forged in danger, sealed by secrets, and fueled by a hunger neither of them dared to name. In a world ruled by betrayal, they found something far more terrifying than enemies-each other. Because when desire collides with power, and love becomes a threat, survival is no longer guaranteed. And in the mafia, nothing is more deadly than wanting what you're not supposed to have./0/57777/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4a1784c759f1a4984ddeca5634f7a0e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Young Love (Mafia Dark Romance)
Experience the heat of desire, the sting of betrayal, and the triumph of love as you follow the enthralling tale of the Don and his beloved Thalia. Don't miss out-start reading now and immerse yourself in this scorching story of forbidden love and redemption/0/59185/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9d6ee23c3f853ae7ef39811c7120134&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pregnant for a stranger.
After her heart was shattered due to her lover's decision to marry the director's daughter at their workplace, Hayle, an obstetrician, is determined to win back her former lover by implanting Lucas's embryo into her womb. But disaster strikes when the seed is accidentally swapped, and Hayle must come to terms with the fact that she is pregnant with an unknown man's child. Amidst her dilemma of whether to continue her pregnancy or terminate it, Hayle must confront the mysterious man who claims to be the father of the baby she is carrying. Another issue is that the man is unhappy that she is pregnant with his child. "Who are you?" Hayle's eyes darted around as she saw the figure of the man in front of her. "If you dare to do anything to my baby inside your womb, you will know who I am!" The voice, like the wind in winter, left Hayle frozen in place. Her lips trembled uncontrollably. "Al-alright."/0/84841/coverorgin.jpg?v=41d7571652f0c556570d80c473a17136&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Isabella: His Unseen Guardian
The biting cold of the concrete floor was the first thing I registered, followed by the dull throb of pain marking every inch of my beaten body. I' d just refused to sign off on their crooked building plans, and for that defiance, the syndicate thugs left me for dead, my career shattered and my body broken. As consciousness flickered, the memory of Chloe's voice – my fiancée' s voice – on the kidnapper's line pierced through me: "A million? You must be joking… Do what you have to do." Her casual dismissal was a deeper wound than any physical blow. Why would the woman I loved abandon me so easily, while a stranger, Isabella, appeared, offering a path to healing and a new life? I returned to my apartment, only to find Mark, my protégé, there with Chloe, their intimate laughter echoing as I eavesdropped, hearing Chloe mock my desperate pleas and reveal her cold, calculated betrayal./1/104083/coverorgin.jpg?v=195e3c3dcbffa3382f8b2744226b7501&imageMogr2/format/webp)
