Mafia Books for Women
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The CEO's Billion-Dollar Divorce Regret
My husband, a mafia underboss and a brilliant neurosurgeon, left me to die on the side of a highway in the pouring rain. He had to rush to another woman, his true love, who'd had a minor car accident. As I lay bleeding on a gurney after being hit by a truck, I learned I was eight weeks pregnant. But my hope was short-lived. The hospital was out of my blood type, and the only reserve had been set aside by my husband for his lover, just in case she had "post-op complications" from her cosmetic procedure. Over the phone, I heard the nurse beg him. "This woman, and your... this baby will die!" His reply was ice. "Isabella is my priority." He let our child die to save her from a minor risk. The ledger where I'd been keeping score of his sins finally hit zero. I was free. Two years later, I've built a new life, a new career, and found a new love with a man who cherishes me. I'm no longer the broken wife, but a celebrated architect, nominated for a prestigious award. And tonight, at the awards ceremony, he found me. He got on his knees in the middle of the ballroom, begging for a second chance./1/104403/coverorgin.jpg?v=1bf915fac18b93ec29a275f6d7e64ff7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Reborn To Ruin: The Mafia Queen's Revenge
I spent twenty-one years trying to be the perfect Mafia Princess, treating my illegitimate sister, Mia, with nothing but grace. That kindness is exactly what got me killed. My husband, Luca, didn't take me on a honeymoon. He dragged me into the soundproof basement of our estate. Mia was there, too. Not to help me, but to gloat. She laughed as she admitted to poisoning our mother with arsenic, watching with glee as Luca brought a serrated knife to my chest. "You were always too soft, Sera," he sneered, carving through my skin while I begged for mercy. I died in that cold, dark room, choking on my own blood and the bitter taste of betrayal. But I didn't stay dead. I woke up gasping for air, clutching a chest that was smooth and unscarred. The calendar on my nightstand read May 12, 2018. It was five years ago. The very morning I was scheduled to sign the marriage contract that would seal my fate. I looked at the paper on the vanity. In my last life, I signed it with a trembling hand. This time, I flicked open my silver Zippo and watched the flames eat Luca's name. I didn't pack a dress. I packed a pistol and a stack of cash. I was going to Las Vegas. There was only one man dangerous enough to help me destroy the New York families. I walked into the underground fight club, locked eyes with the deadliest man in the room, and smiled. "Dante Cavallaro," I said. "I'm here to make you a King."/1/103621/coverorgin.jpg?v=9b67caca237616de6fe019b0eb031cb5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Heard His Mind: The Don's Regret
I was naked in the bed of the most dangerous Capo in New York when I heard his mind whisper the name of the woman he actually wanted. It wasn't me. My husband, Dante, moved over me with cold precision, but his thoughts were screaming for Sofia, a soldier's widow he claimed to protect out of "honor." I possess a secret that makes me a freak: I can hear the thoughts of men. And Dante’s mind was a torture chamber of devotion to another woman. I found the deed to a luxury penthouse he bought for her. I watched her parade around in a dress he bought for me, hearing her mental triumph as she thought about rubbing her scent all over it. Refusing to be a placeholder in my own marriage, I left my wedding ring on his desk and fled to Las Vegas to build my own empire. I thought I had escaped. Until the divorce papers arrived in the mail, signed by him. I stood in my shop, heartbroken, believing he had finally discarded me to be with his true love. But then the phone rang. "Dante didn't sign those papers, Elena. He’s in the ICU." My blood ran cold. "He took two bullets to the chest. He started a war to distract the enemy from finding you." He hadn't chosen her. He was dying for me. I tore up the papers and booked a private jet. If the Grim Reaper wanted my husband, he would have to get through me first./0/99241/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a495b1b34880d45855fe49d8b5ccca8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract Wife's Hidden Identity Revealed
For years, I was known as Killian Emerson’s only weakness, the anchor for the ruthless crime boss while he built an empire. I thought it was for us, a life he was building to protect me. But then I found out the truth. My high school bully, Dallas, was his mistress. He paraded her around at galas, bought her penthouses, and funded her multi-million-dollar cat sanctuary. He bought her a sanctuary for stray cats while my brother was dying. I begged him for money for a life-saving treatment, but he told me he was busy and hung up. My brother died alone. Killian didn’t even come to the funeral. When he finally called, he sounded bored. "Sorry to hear about your brother," he said casually, while I could hear Dallas in the background asking him to go ring shopping. In that moment, the last bit of love I had for him simply died. He had forgotten every promise, even the one he made to ruin Dallas for carving "Worthless" into my wrist years ago. Now, he protects her. He even let her crush the last memento my brother ever made for me, then broke my wrist when I lunged at her. After a car crash he caused, he left me bleeding in the wreckage to save Dallas, without a single look back. But the biggest secret was yet to come. Lying in a hospital bed, a call from the county clerk revealed the truth. Killian and I were never legally married. The entire foundation of my life was a lie designed to control me. And now, I'm taking back everything he stole from me. Starting with his empire./0/71239/coverorgin.jpg?v=c13bbf548e3ba495f0b4eb4f89e56d4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Prince's Obsession
The Mafia Prince's Obsession She was the one who got away. Now, she's back-with secrets that could destroy them both. Sophia Moretti thought she had escaped the darkness of her past. Three years ago, she disappeared without a trace, leaving behind the brutal world of the mafia-and the man who once win her heart. But when a deadly secret resurfaces, she has no choice but to return to the one place she swore she'd never go back to. Luca DeLuca is the heir to the most feared crime syndicate in Italy-ruthless, calculating, and utterly untouchable. When Sophia walks back into his life, she's no longer the vulnerable girl he left behind. She's stronger, colder... and hiding something. He wants answers. She wants to run. But when an old enemy emerges from the shadows, Sophia finds herself trapped between the past she can't outrun the man who refuses to let her go. Luca swore he'd never chase after a woman. This time, he'll burn the world down to keep her. Betrayal. Passion. Obsession. In a world of power and blood, love is the deadliest game of all./1/101275/coverorgin.jpg?v=86621928bffb0979dde8d6eb69b96a79&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For The Ruthless Don's Regret
The crystal chandelier swayed violently above the dinner table. In that fraction of a second, time seemed to stop. My husband, Dante, didn't hesitate. He didn't reach for me. He dove across the table, tackling his "fragile" first love, Mia, to the floor. He shielded her body with his own. Gravity took over. The heavy metal slammed into my legs, crushing them instantly. While I lay buried under the debris, bleeding into the beige carpet, Dante was screaming for a medic—because Mia had a paper cut. It wasn't the first time he chose her. He had run my taxi off the road because she faked a fall. He gave her my dying father's antique rosary just because she thought it was a pretty accessory. But the final blow wasn't physical. While Dante was at a hotel comforting Mia through a "nightmare," he ignored the urgent calls to authorize my father's bone marrow transplant. My father died alone of infection because Dante was too busy playing hero to a liar. When Dante finally returned to the penthouse, expecting me to be waiting there to beg for his forgiveness, he found the house silent. He found the signed divorce papers in the fireplace. And then, he found the death certificate dated three days ago. I didn't leave a note. I didn't leave a fight. I just left him with the silence he deserved, and vanished into the night./1/106281/coverorgin.jpg?v=26a670f90dc7ebfd864daeda24bca6de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Faked Death, I Married The Don
I was arranging white lilies on the cold marble of my husband's grave when I saw a ghost. Walking through the cemetery gates was a man who looked exactly like my dead husband, Dante. Logic said it was his twin brother, Matteo. But a wife knows the slope of a man's shoulders. She knows the arrogant tilt of his chin. My husband hadn't been blown up in a car bomb three years ago. He had faked his death to steal his brother's rank, his fortune, and his mistress. For three years, I had forced our son, Leo, to kiss a photograph goodnight. We lived in a damp, peeling apartment, surviving on the "charity" of the Family. Meanwhile, Dante was living in a mansion, driving cars that cost more than my life, playing house with another woman. When he came to our cramped apartment to drop off the monthly "pension" money, pretending to be Uncle Matteo, he didn't look at me with love. He looked at his watch. When Leo ran to hug him, shouting "Papa," Dante peeled the boy's small arms off his expensive suit like he was removing a piece of lint. "Don't call me that," he snapped. "I am your Uncle." My grief turned into ice. He chose another woman's comfort over his own son's hunger. I grabbed Leo's hand and walked out the door. "You walk away, and you get nothing!" Dante shouted after me. "You'll be on the street!" I didn't stop. I walked straight to the black SUV idling at the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Salvatore Vitiello. The Don. The most lethal man in the city. "Get in, Elena," he commanded. I opened the door and slid onto the leather seat next to the devil himself. As we drove away, leaving my husband in the dust, I realized I had just traded a liar for a killer. And I didn't regret it for a second./0/84067/coverorgin.jpg?v=baaf0bedb7c4be852374df914fdcf1fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Own Hell
A phone call from my oldest friend, Wendy, ripped through the quiet of my garage. Her panicked voice claimed ruthless bikers had taken her, demanding I fix their custom bikes for her freedom. Without a second thought, I sped into the Mojave desert to rescue her. But when I arrived, Wendy betrayed me, knocking me out and delivering me to a biker gang. I came to, discovering the bikes-thirteen identical, menacing machines-were ones I had custom-built years ago for their enigmatic leader, Deacon. Imprisoned in a foul container, I risked everything, engraving my unique mechanic's mark on a spark plug for Mama Fuller to relay to Deacon, hoping he'd remember me. Yet, Wendy, my supposed sister, shrieked out my secret to Ryan, the gang' s sadistic interim leader. He retaliated by shooting Mama Fuller and throwing a gun on the floor, demanding Wendy and I fight to the death. As I lunged for the weapon, bracing for the worst, I couldn't comprehend how my life had plunged into such a brutal nightmare. Now, trapped in a world of violence and betrayal, I must confront the past I thought I'd buried and fight for a future I never imagined./0/51841/coverorgin.jpg?v=6efd0852a4965219c543e02da2128aca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
LET ME GO MR HEARTLESS
SYNOPSIS WARNING!!! THE BOOK CONTAINS VIOLENT AND GROSS LANGUAGES In life it is always said that for each decision and step you take there is a consequence. Pain!!! Pain!!! That is the only thing that Zoey has always experience in life. Zoey having been a victim and survival of an assassination carried on the life of her parents and her sibling. Her life has always been a struggle, happiness has always been out of her reach. Her life for a normal life seems to go further when she encountered the most deadly and feared Mafia leader in the entire country. She was held captive and turned to a slave by the ruthless Asher Dawnson. The journey begins between these two, but neither of them are ready for the storms heading their way. A storm that only held promises of broken hearts and perhaps, death./1/103622/coverorgin.jpg?v=d99e8d7a88f9f0253869f10dbc947e96&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife He Broke In Rain
My husband, the ruthless Don of Chicago, forced me to kneel in the freezing mud to apologize to his mistress. He believed her fake tears over my dignity. While the icy rain soaked through my dress, a sharp, jagged cramp seized my body. I screamed for him, begging for help as I felt the life slipping out of me. But Dante didn't move. He just lit a cigarette, his eyes cold as steel. "Get up when you are ready to learn respect," he said. He walked inside with her, locking the door and leaving me to bleed out in the storm. I lost the baby that night. The doctors told me the damage was permanent—I was barren. I thought that was the bottom, but I was wrong. When I returned to the estate, a ghost in my own home, he threw me into a flooded cellar full of rats because Elena accused me of poisoning her son. He tortured me for days to protect a child that wasn't even his. That was the moment the love died. So, while he was away on business, I didn't just pack a bag. I executed a plan three years in the making. I vanished. But before I disappeared, I left him a gift on his desk. A USB drive containing the security footage of Elena’s lies, the medical report of the miscarriage he caused, and a paternity test proving he had destroyed his true family for a stranger's bastard. By the time he fell to his knees screaming my name, I was already gone./0/80939/coverorgin.jpg?v=407191ff96baf99ea26d3539f9902be9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Silence That Screamed
My life was a perpetual grind, a blur of diner shifts and endless cleaning jobs. Every ache, every sleepless night was for him, for Mike, and the "debt" he owed to the terrifying Desert Scorpions motorcycle gang. Fifty thousand dollars, he said, or they'd kill him. I sold my mother's locket, praying it would buy his safety, buy our future. My son, six-year-old Leo, coughed beside me, his asthma worsening, the inhaler almost empty. I kept telling him, "Mommy's getting the money, sweetie. Daddy's going to be safe, and then we can get you the best doctor." But one night, Leo's struggle for breath became a desperate fight for air. Panic seizing me, I scooped up his limp body, clutching the crumpled "debt" money, and ran into the street. "Children's clinic, fast!" I screamed to the cab driver. The city lights blurred, Leo gasped, and then, a terrible, final silence filled my arms. He was gone. My baby was gone. Numb, I stumbled towards the warehouse Mike described, Leo's cold ashes in my bag, still with the money for his "contact." But then, Mike's voice drifted out, light and cruel: "This 'Scorpion' scare was genius. Got her working like a dog." "So, no actual threat?" I heard. "Nah. Just needed to keep her on the hook. Tiffany's wanting that new kitchen, and Cody's birthday is next month." My world shattered. Leo died for a lie. The money felt like poison, his ashes like lead. A cold, hard resolve solidified in my heart. Mike Johnson would pay./1/104092/coverorgin.jpg?v=6673620809f8eccdfcd0d74cb3dce49f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Chose Her, Now Watch Me Disappear
On our fifth anniversary, my husband Dante gave me a unique gift: he burned my business to the ground. Why? Because a shopkeeper had been rude to Sofia, the fragile ward he swore to protect. While I waited in our penthouse, he was comforting her in front of the flames. But that was just the beginning. When I finally snapped and confronted Sofia for mocking our marriage, she cut her own arm and screamed for help. Dante didn't hesitate. He shot me. He put a bullet through my hand to save her. Then, to "discipline" me, he dragged me to the cellar and waterboarded me—using my deepest trauma against me—until I admitted to a crime I didn't commit. I endured it all, thinking he still loved me in his twisted way. Until the day we were ambushed at the docks. The enemy held a gun to my head and a knife to Sofia’s throat. "Choose," the gunman said. "The Queen or the Ward?" Dante looked at me. He calculated that I was strong enough to survive, but Sofia would break. "Let the girl go," he said. He watched as the gunman pulled the trigger on me. As I fell backward into the freezing ocean, bleeding from a chest wound, Dante screamed my name. He thought he had killed me. He didn't know I was wearing a Kevlar vest. He didn't know that while he was mourning his dead wife, I was already planning my escape. Dante Moretti thinks his Queen is dead. I intend to keep it that way./0/60916/coverorgin.jpg?v=73b1e635633099d7dbb915d0c4d206dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Mafia's Wild Desire
[DARK ROMANCE STORY] "Who sent you to me?" the man asked. His fingers traced every inch of Natalie's beautiful face. "No one." She remained expressionless. "Liar!" Mr. Vittorio grabbed Natalie's long hair with such force that she winced in pain. Tears finally dripped from her eyes. Natalie thought being imprisoned by her ex and losing her modeling career was the most horrible thing in her life. However, she was wrong. Being auctioned off and bought by Don Vittorio was far more horrifying than anything else!/0/53564/coverorgin.jpg?v=557141a885e284a713231cd919c57f4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love In Another Shadow
Alicia Perth has a special ability, she has high intuition to detect things. But great terror awaits her when she is asked by Detective Nicholas to help solve a murder in the dormitory. Stuck with two handsome men, Detective Nicholas and Ace Blake, the son of the CEO of Golden Group, will Alicia be able to see the truth behind all these incidents?/0/87981/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbd516e253d457c21ad15a1071b6a466&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil Wants Me
"Lovely, Cara," he whispers, licking and kissing my clit. I'm twitching, shaking, back arched- He reaches down and picks up the champagne bottle, pouring out the liquid on my body. I gasp at the sudden bubbling cold. I try to wriggle away but he holds me down and sucks the champagne, licking me clean, making these filthy delighted noises as he does it. "I couldn't help myself. You taste too good." - Fed up with her abusive husband, twenty-three-year-old Cara Hellington runs away from home and ends up in a notorious bar, destitute, sad, but relieved and free. When she gets into a verbal altercation with the snotty bartender over the ownership of her credit cards, an unlikely savior comes to her aid. Eros Kazan Alfred. He's tall, massive, rippling with muscles, and covered with dark tattoos. Everything Cara is not used to. Everything Cara is drawn to. She should run towards the opposite direction, away from him. But she runs right onto his bed. After a hot sizzling night together, Cara is comfortable and confident in him taking good care of her. But tensions are rising all around them, as significant figures from their past will stop at nothing to bring them both down. Will they succumb under the wickedly twisted circumstances fate seems to be throwing at them?/0/79377/coverorgin.jpg?v=8313f44137e0f68d4479755aada00ef3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Wanted: A mafia story
"You will not call me dear. You will take that money and give me my freedom like we both agreed, Mateo Morales," Jasmine bellowed. Mateo dropped the spoon on the tray, drank some water to clear the aftertaste, reached for the bag of money zipping it close and shoving it firmly into her hand. "Unfortunately, that is an impossible thing to wish for my love. Not now that you will become my wife in just three days time and then we have our baby nine months later..." "I'd rather die before that happens!" Jasmine Salvatore soon realizes that she is trapped in a nightmare following an agreement with a mafia boss one night at an auction ground. Her father Salvatore had been wanted by the Mafia boss because he believed he was responsible for his father's assassination. Mateo Morales, a brutal mafia boss will do everything to seek revenge on his father's murderer, but will his thirst for revenge be quenched by using Salvatore's daughter as a pawn for his revenge game or will his emerging obsession over the enchanting beauty be the end of it?/0/62169/coverorgin.jpg?v=b0912dffc1e009c3d8b4de368e760edd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Attracted to a Mafia lord
In Attracted to a Mafia lord, Abigail Alvarez and Jason Mauricio are two souls bound by a past steeped in danger, passion, and the shadows of the Mafia world. After enduring betrayal, heartbreak, and the violent power struggles of Jason's criminal empire, Abigail leaves to reclaim her life in Paris, severing ties with the Mafia and Jason, in search of peace and a fresh start. Two years later, fate brings them together once more, igniting old flames and unresolved emotions. Jason, having left the Mafia behind to rebuild his life, is determined to prove that he is worthy of Abigail's love. But Abigail, still scarred from the past, struggles to trust him again. Despite her fears, the connection between them is undeniable, and together they embark on a journey toward healing and love. As they rebuild their relationship, Abigail discovers she is pregnant, and they begin to envision a future far different from the lives they once knew. But the road ahead is not without challenges, Abigail and Jason must confront their past demons, protect their newfound happiness, and navigate the complexities of starting a family while trying to leave their dark history behind. Will Abigail and Jason's love be enough to overcome their past?/1/102843/coverorgin.jpg?v=2db56a7aa57c379e39312149c286ee4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge
My husband was the Don of New York, and for ten years, I was his perfect trophy wife. I designed his buildings, kept his secrets, and stood by his side as the envy of the city. But the moment his mistress marched into my casino with a secret son, my decade of loyalty meant nothing. The boy demanded my grandmother's bracelet—which was dangling from his wrist. When I reached to take back what was mine, Emilio didn't defend me. He shoved me. Hard. I crashed backward into a wall of shattered glass. While I lay bleeding on the marble floor I had hand-picked, losing our unborn child, he didn't even look at me. He was on his knees, wrapping his suit jacket around another woman's son to shield him from the debris. In the hospital, the cruelty only worsened. "It was an accident, Elana. Leo was scared." He dismissed the death of our baby as collateral damage. He had given my family heirloom to his bastard child and chose them over me without hesitation. I realized then that the Omertà—our sacred code of silence—was a lie. He had built a warm, loving shadow family while I was just a useful decoration waiting in a cold mansion. He wanted to bury me in that life forever. So, I decided to give him a funeral. I staged my suicide off the cliffs of the estate, letting the freezing ocean swallow Elana Thomas. Now, everyone thinks the Don's wife is dead. But in Zurich, a new woman named Elena is very much alive, and she’s coming back to burn his empire to the ground./1/110665/coverorgin.jpg?v=7909243876d217f4ffbf071e39d20ff8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Scars Of Love: The Boss's Misunderstood Ex
These are the last thirty days of my life. Four years ago, I secretly donated my kidney to save Falco, the mafia soldier I loved deeply. To ensure he accepted the surgery, I lied and said I betrayed him for money, selling myself to a rival family. Now, he is the ruthless mob boss of this city, and he has finally found me. He thinks my terminal illness is just another trick. "The sight of you makes me sick," he sneered. I bore his humiliation, quietly bought my own grave, and waited to pass away in peace. But when the underground doctor uploaded my surgical records to the mafia network, Falco completely broke down./0/85479/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5f326ba8f2734daf386dc2904248bb7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
