Mafia Books for Women
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Married to the Mafia Boss I Slept With (Champagne Venom)
I spent the night with a stranger... Who got me pregnant... And turned out to be my boss... Whoops, sorry, did I say "boss"? I meant a MOB boss. To be fair, I didn't know he was my boss when I slept with him. I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay. But one night in Misha Orlov's hotel room got me way more than I bargained for. It got me champagne that tasted like starlight. Satin sheets as soft as a dream. And a man with silver eyes who showed me how it felt to come undone. And then, in the morning... He was gone. That's I needed to get my life together anyway. After all, my ex-not-quite-husband (it's a long story) just emptied all our bank accounts and disappeared, taking my home and my money and my job with him. So I'm starting from a blank slate. I find myself a new apartment. A new job. And I put both Misha and my husband behind me. At least, I thought I did. Until Day 1 of orientation. When I learn that Misha Orlov is my new boss. That's bad enough. What's worse is what came next. A car crash. A doctor's appointment. And two pieces of unsettling news. Congratulations, the doctor says. You're pregnant. Congratulations, Misha says. You and I are getting married./1/116913/coverorgin.jpg?v=42a435b0f2c13069ef38a23898991fb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Stomachless Princess
I was born with a lethal allergy to our Mafia family's signature golden narcotic. My body treats the drug like battery acid, but my mother, the ruthless Boss of the Chicago Outfit, called my allergy a pathetic weakness. She secretly laced my soup with the poison, convinced she could force my immunity and mold me into a perfect heir. When my throat seized and I coughed up blood onto the dining table, my cowardly father just scolded me for disrespecting the Boss. My mother locked me inside a reinforced bathroom, leaving me to suffocate as my airways rapidly swelled shut. "The weak must suffer to become strong." She stood outside the door, casually chatting with a rival Capo about how my torture was necessary, completely ignoring my desperate pleas for a medic. Lying on the cold tiles, gasping for my last breath, I realized a horrifying truth. As long as I held value as her pawn, as long as my body belonged to the Family, she would keep poisoning me until it finally killed me. So, when I woke up in the underground clinic, I grabbed her massive stash of the lethal powder and swallowed it all dry. I chose to burn through my own organs and permanently lose my stomach, annihilating my value forever, just so I could sell my broken shell to her deadliest rival./1/104584/coverorgin.jpg?v=774aab6a6a3be6899d1903e97a92ea52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadows of the Vow (You Fuck With Darkness, You See Shadows)
She entered his world as prey. Now, she's learning to bite back. After her mother's death, Annabelle Gracia seeks fragile solace in the flower shop-until her father trades her to Antonioni D'Angélo, the ruthless mafia billionaire known as The Shadow King. Nights with him burn with pain, pleasure, and control. His coldness shields a heart hunted by a dangerous fraternity, one that will not forgive tenderness-love is a risk he cannot afford. Yet desire refuses to be silenced. In their world, love is weakness, and weakness could destroy them both. Antonioni is not just another mafia heir; he is a force who commands the world's shadows. Beyond the empire most will never see: high-stakes deals in European marketplaces, clandestine arms trades, and the quiet power of a man who moves money, influence, and danger across continents. Once fragile, she rises. No longer a pawn, she becomes his fiercest ally and mafia queen, his quiet hope. But betrayal is never far, and enemies wait in the shadows. When Nora, the daughter of one of their deadliest rivals, enters their world, alliances shatter, and danger multiplies. In a world ruled by secrets and scars, can love save them... or destroy them?/0/64028/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a7be243199c2e84c7d7dba724ce9b2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Vendetta's Throne
Adopted by ruthless Mafia boss Igor, Anastasia's childhood was a nightmare of control and betrayal. Forced into exile at eighteen after seducing her foster father, she rebuilds a new life in the U.S., haunted by her traumatic past. Years later, a painful reunion with her estranged son drags her back into Igor's world, now entangled in child trafficking and deadly feuds. With a fierce reputation as the underworld's 'Angel of Death' Anastasia will stop at nothing to dismantle the empire that scarred her. But as she faces the man who raised her, she must confront the darkness within, or risk losing herself entirely./1/118536/coverorgin.jpg?v=81484dd5e4d3b2151be665bc3a11576b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Faking My Death for the Mafia Don
I was married to Vincent Rossi, the most feared Mafia Don on the East Coast. Two years ago, I secretly donated my bone marrow to save his life after a rival hit. But his mistress, Sophia, stole my medical records and claimed the credit as his savior. She even announced she was carrying his heir. Vincent believed her completely. When I brought him homemade broth at the clinic, he struck me to the floor in front of his armed guards. "A Don does not wait. Least of all for a wife who fails to observe a simple schedule." Later, Sophia deliberately threw herself against a glass table, faked a bloody miscarriage, and pointed her finger at me. Vincent didn't even check the security footage before slapping me across the face and letting Sophia put a massive underworld bounty on my head. I had sacrificed my health and youth for a man who didn't hesitate to let the entire city hunt me down like a traitor. He protected a lying viper while destroying the only woman who ever truly bled for him. So, I set up a dead-man's switch to expose Sophia's fake pregnancy and her affairs with rival soldiers to the entire Commission. Then, I faked my own brutal death by throwing myself off a cliff right in front of his eyes. Let the mighty Don weep over my casket and drown in his regrets, because I am leaving this hell to live for myself./1/116914/coverorgin.jpg?v=764bdc91b545e4c360548ce3ddf572ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Rival Syndicate Don
As I lay in the cold underground clinic, terminating the unborn heir of the city's most feared mafia underboss, my phone lit up. My fiancé of seven years had just publicly pledged his protection and a home-cooked meal to his ex-lover, moments after telling me to risk a deadly ambush by ordering takeout. When I returned to our penthouse, bleeding and broken, he didn't even notice. He gave my specialized prenatal milk to his ex because she had a "delicate stomach," leaving me only a hollowed-out egg white and dry crusts. When I begged him to stay, he violently kicked my packed suitcase across the marble floor. "Elena's medical needs take priority right now," he snapped, rushing out because his ex felt cold. He even blocked my secure number when I frantically tried to reach him one last time. For seven years, we had built an empire together. I couldn't understand how a past flame playing the fragile doe could make him discard my life and our child's existence so callously, treating me like worthless scraps. Sitting in the empty penthouse, I wiped my tears and opened the global Syndicate network. "My betrothal to Vincent is officially dissolved. Act accordingly." I powered down my phone, grabbed my tactical gear, and boarded a private jet to leave his territory forever./0/76683/coverorgin.jpg?v=3c5a9608f25c31059db6bddf09b0074e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
An Illicit Obsession
"Tell me, my sweet Mila, do you want me to stop?" "No!" I gasp. "Good, because no matter what, no matter who walks in, I won't," He promised. Killian Knight was many things, dangerous, a certified killer, devastatingly handsome, my father's business partner and married. He was not just off limits, he was forbidden, he was a sin and I was tempted enough to risk the hell fire. He was everything that could ruin me and my body, my mind and my soul; everything was ready for it. Mila Anderson's life takes an unexpected turn when she succumbs to the magnetic allure of her father's enigmatic and dangerous mafia associate. What she doesn't know is that Killian Knight has the power to unravel everything she's carefully built. One secret revealed could bring it all crashing down. For Killian, one night with Mila changes everything. She's everything he desires, yet she comes with her own web of secrets-and he's determined to uncover every single one./1/118537/coverorgin.jpg?v=e40a43daf2b8658810e080c9367db616&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Never Loved Me,Until I Left
For four years, I was the invisible, obedient wife of Zane, the most terrifying mafia Don in the city. Everyone believed I was just a pathetic placeholder. Then his first love, Scarlett, returned. Zane—a man who only handled top-tier Family business—personally stepped into a blood-feud to handle her extraction. Leaked photos showed him shielding her from the rain. At a restaurant, he completely ignored my existence while sitting across from her. Scarlett even cornered me, mocking my one-sided crush. "He only married you as a temporary measure," she sneered. "I want you to be prepared when he discards you." The entire syndicate laughed at my impending downfall. The lower-ranking associates, who had ruthlessly bullied me for years, openly mocked my thin blood and prepared to welcome their true Queen. I suffered through panic attacks in the crushing dark of our penthouse, vomiting until my throat was raw. I had endured their vicious abuse and his cold facade, foolishly craving the scraps of warmth he dropped behind him. Why was I always the indistinct shape in the corner of his life? I refused to wait for him to discard me on his own terms, so I coldly demanded a divorce. But instead of divorce papers, Zane left a thick, black dossier on his desk—meticulous blackmail material on every single associate who had ever made my life a living hell. I slipped into a midnight-black silk gown and headed to the syndicate's lavish wedding gala, ready to burn them all down./1/116915/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fe8fbdf0ba087444dd486baf135ea46&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When The Mafia Marriage Contract Expires
I married the ruthless mafia Don, Zane Falcone, at seventeen to pay off my father's blood debt. For three years, I played the obedient wife, secretly hoping my childhood love would thaw his cold heart. But on our third anniversary, he left me dining alone, openly flaunting his cartel heiress mistress to the entire underworld. The final blow came when my father was dying in the hospital. I called Zane, begging for a car. "I am in the middle of entertaining our southern allies, Aria. Stop being dramatic." He hung up on me. Through the receiver, I could hear him dancing with his mistress. By the time I rushed to the hospital, my father was already dead. At the funeral, Zane abandoned me in the pouring rain to answer his mistress's phone call. When he finally came home, he didn't offer condolences. Instead, he ordered me to pack his mistress's bags. I handed him the divorce papers, telling him the debt was paid, but he tore them to shreds. "Nobody leaves the Famiglia! You are mine until you are dead!" Looking at his unhinged rage, a switch flipped inside my chest. I didn't understand why I had wasted my youth hoping to change a monster who saw me as nothing but a breathing contract. The next morning, I grabbed my fake passport, snapped my SIM card in half, and disappeared./1/114969/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ed481caab371cd2a797903e4b36cde1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ravaged Crown - A Mafia Romance
What would you do if you walked in on your husband cheating? I'll tell you what I did: Ran out the door with nothing but the clothes on my back. A month later, I'm broke, jobless, almost homeless. But then, while filling in as a waitress at a fancy restaurant, I trip and land in the lap of a gorgeous stranger. One thing leads to another and we end up hooking up. Afterwards, he leaves. That's the end of that... right? WRONG. Because the next day, my temp agency sets me up for a job t hat seems too good to be true. But when I arrive for the interview, my jaw drops. It's the stranger. Turns out he's rich. Like, very rich. And powerful. Like, very powerful. And here's his offer: "Live in my house.Be my wife.Have my baby." Needless to say, I start to freak out. I stand up and stammer, "Um, I'll have to get back to you..." And he replies: "You're misunderstanding.It wasn't a question. You're not going anywhere."/1/118538/coverorgin.jpg?v=8f7a24c3ec56222e27f6c0a9beeecfba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Fool Buried Them
For twelve years, I trusted my fiancé, the syndicate's ruthless Underboss, and my best friend, Mia. But on the night of my birthday, I found a dark web forum where Mia was bragging about sleeping with him. She posted a picture wearing my custom blood-diamond engagement ring, boasting that they had been sharing a bed for six years. At my grand birthday banquet, they executed their final public humiliation. Lorenzo dropped to one knee in front of hundreds of Capos, but instead of proposing, his velvet box sprayed cheap, sticky frosting all over my face. "It's just a harmless hazing prank I lost to Mia in a bet," he chuckled, brushing confetti from his tailored suit. Looking at his smug face, I remembered the cartel ambush in Palermo. Lorenzo had shielded Mia with his own body and shoved me away, leaving me to suffer a brutal miscarriage alone in a dirty alley. In their leaked chat logs, he callously referred to the heir I lost as a weak mistake. I had protected Mia with my mafia family's name since we were teenagers, and I had loved Lorenzo with all my heart. Why did the two people I trusted most under the sacred code of Omerta treat me like a disposable pawn? I calmly wiped the cloying frosting from my eyes and delivered a brutal, full-force slap across Lorenzo's jaw. Then, I signaled my loyal soldiers to drop the massive projector screen, ready to expose their filthy treason to the entire Family./0/79929/coverorgin.jpg?v=05651c820b712dbf320ecb014173f550&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Family (Mafia Romance) 1-3
Saints and Sinners - She was the light to my dark. The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves. A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched. Until someone took that innocence from her. She left. The darkness in my heart was finally complete. I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back. Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money. She didn't know I owned that club. She didn't know I was watching. This time I won't let her escape. I will make her back into the girl I knew. Whether she likes it or not. Judge and Jury- I can't stop watching her. I'm not even sure I want to. Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she's in. She's also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn't been bought. The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time. I know I should execute her. After all that's what I do. I am the Judge. I eliminate threats to The Family. And Taylor is a threat. But I don't want to kill her. Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror. Book 3- Coming Soon! These stories can be read alone but for the full experience it's best to read Savage Sons first!/1/114970/coverorgin.jpg?v=1dff99b13aec66dacf6bcb5086a146c7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Cognac Villain - A Mafia Romance
One wardrobe malfunction. Two people who don't belong together. Three awful "Be my wife." Everyone else is at this party to marry the host. I'm only here until I can get a ride home. When my dress rips in the world's worst-timed wardrobe malfunction, I go find somewhere quiet to fix it. So I'm standing there in nothing but my heels when, As my luck would have it, the door opens... And the man of the hour walks in. I wish I could say I played it cool. But it's been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit... Much less the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on. All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers. But Ivan has other ideas. He's decided who he's taking to the altar... And I don't have a choice but to say "I do."/1/105886/coverorgin.jpg?v=9865f71ef70b99a18efbe3462c8f954e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Real Boss Was His Neglected Wife
I was putting my signature on the invoice for the Gulfstream G650 when my husband snatched the boarding pass from the folder and handed it to his mistress. "You're taking the commercial flight out of JFK," Jackson said, daring me to challenge him in front of his security detail. "Amber needs the privacy. She gets air sick." I looked down at the crumpled ticket he had slid to me. Economy. Middle seat. Three layovers. Then I looked at the sixty-million-dollar bird I had leased specifically so his crime family wouldn't get slaughtered on the highway by their rivals. "Amber is fragile," he whispered, his breath smelling of the expensive scotch I bought. "She carries the future. You just carry the checkbook." My mother-in-law was already on board, sipping the vintage Dom Pérignon I had curated, refusing to look at me. They treated me like a glorified ATM with a medical degree. They forgot that five years ago, when the Feds froze everything, I was the one who bought their lives with a five-million-dollar tribute. They forgot that the hand that writes the checks can also close the account. As the engines roared to life, leaving me stranded on the tarmac, I didn't cry. Surgeons don't cry over dead bodies. I pulled out my phone and cancelled the Uber he had called for me. I wasn't going to the airport. I was going to the safe to retrieve the "Blood Contract." The five million dollars wasn't a gift. It was a callable loan. And the collateral was everything. I dialed my lawyer. "Burn it to the ground."/1/105887/coverorgin.jpg?v=786b06bbad278b98d1a8a2ce80de6ea0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late To Beg: The Don's Regret
I was still bleeding into the mesh underwear the hospital gave me when the photos hit the internet: my husband, the Don, forcing his tongue down his mistress's throat. Three days ago, that very mistress had shoved me off a yacht. I lost the baby. I lost my uterus. I was left completely barren. Yet, when my husband finally called, it wasn't to ask if I was alive. "The press is eating us alive," Dante barked through the phone. "Send a gift basket to Sofia. Fix this mess." To make matters worse, his grandmother stood at the foot of my bed, holding the hand of the daughter they had stolen from me at birth. "Mommy looks like a ghost," my daughter said, her voice devoid of love. That was the moment the last ember of affection died. I realized I wasn't a wife to them; I was just a broken vessel. So, when they sneered that I was useless, I didn't cry. I pulled a black USB drive from under my pillow and threw it on the bed. "Divorce papers," I said calmly. "And the complete security blueprints of the Moretti Fortress. Every blind spot. Every tunnel I designed." "Sign the papers and let me go, or I sell this drive to your enemies for one dollar." I left the country with nothing but the clothes on my back, vanishing into a freezing attic in Paris. I thought I was finally free. But three weeks later, Dante kicked down my door, looking at my poverty with horror. "Come home," he begged, tossing a box of diamonds onto my drafting table. "We can be a family." I looked at the man who had destroyed me and opened the window. "You're looking for the girl who loved you," I whispered, throwing the diamonds into the trash alley below. "But you killed her."/1/114972/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa385425f1b3783e90306c6b06ca205e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Satin Sinner - A Mafia Romance
I walked in on my fiancé sleeping with my maid of honor... On the day of our wedding. I did what anyone would do: Threw my ring in his face and found somewhere quiet to cry. But then something else happened. Something unexpected. In that quiet place... Someone found me. Anton Stepanov is like something out of a dream. Scratch that: out of a nightmare. He's rich as sin, arrogant as heck, and way too handsome for his own good. He's also way too handsome for mine. So when he offers me his hand and a way out of the worst day of my life, I do the only thing I can do: I say yes. That's how I ended up on his yacht. That's how I ended up in his bed. That's how I ended up pregnant with his baby./0/78310/coverorgin.jpg?v=9402704f459c007fa2278f7f22559fa3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Widow's Revenge
When Elena Russo's husband, the formidable mafia boss Lorenzo Russo, is brutally murdered, her life is shattered. But as she delved deeper into his past, she began to doubt all she thought she knew about him. Secrets emerge-dangerous ones-and she wonders if she ever truly knew the man she married. With each discovery, the distinctions between love, treachery, and revenge become less clear. Adrian DeLuca, a powerful rival with a personal vendetta, becomes the prime suspect. He not only owned a stake in Lorenzo's casino but had a heated confrontation with him just a day before his death. But Adrian has his own demons-forever haunted by his mother's brutal murder at the hands of his father's enemies. Determined to prove himself to the man who never saw him as enough, Adrian sees Elena as both a key to the truth and the woman he's secretly desired for years. With the truth emerging and unseen foes waiting in the shadows, Elena must decide if she can trust Adrian to help her solve the mystery of Lorenzo's death. But as the truth emerges, it threatens to shatter the illusion of the man she once loved, forcing her to choose between vengeance, survival, and a passion she never expected./0/68901/coverorgin.jpg?v=6708441338c0b2d32e34cc91677bfe4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dante's Law
In a world ruled by power, betrayal, and blood feuds, two lives collide in a whirlwind of violence and forbidden love. Dante Bianchi, a fearsome mafia boss with a cold heart and ruthless precision, is torn between his thirst for revenge and an unexpected passion for Francesca, the fiery daughter of a baker whose father's unpaid debts plunge her into Dante's dangerous world. Francesca, a woman of fierce independence and sharp wit, refuses to be a pawn in anyone's game, least of all Dante's. What begins as a master-owner relationship quickly transforms as Francesca's strength and spirit spark something inside Dante he thought long dead. Yet, their love is threatened at every turn by the criminal empire that binds them. As their bond deepens, so does the war between Dante and his enemies, particularly Enrico Rossi, a rival mob boss seeking to avenge the brutal death of his brother, Lorenzo, at Dante's hands. Enrico vows to destroy everything Dante holds dear, triggering a battle for supremacy that leaves blood in its wake. With betrayal lurking in every shadow, Dante must navigate the murky underworld with cunning, facing threats from all sides. As the conflict spirals, family loyalties, past grievances, and love collide in a violent storm. With Francesca's life hanging in the balance, Dante and Enrico waging war, only one question remains-who will emerge victorious when the smoke clears, and at what cost?/0/88693/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d993f16fa290b218f09b6b11d13e19a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Forgotten Night
She was his mistake. He became her cage. But fate made them each other's salvation. When Annabelle woke up sore and confused after her graduation night, she fled the hotel room-never knowing the man she left behind would haunt her forever. Years later, she's trapped in the mansion of billionaire Richard Barton, forced to become his mistress. He wants revenge. She wants freedom. Neither expects the shattered pieces of their past to fit so cruelly together. A sick child. A secret identity. A marriage neither asked for. And a love that neither can deny. Just when things begin to heal, a scandal rips them apart again. But love has its own agenda-and secrets don't stay buried forever. Will Annabelle ever forgive him? Can Richard protect her from the enemies she once called family?/0/80258/coverorgin.jpg?v=cdb692e1adcca211539a0fc1508da0ea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
