Mafia Books for Women
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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./1/116921/coverorgin.jpg?v=0888eaf324e0edaf666ace4c7fb92820&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Forgiveness For The Broken Capo
I spent three years building an empire with my husband, Lorenzo, the ruthless Mafia Capo. But today, he forced me to kneel and pin a wedding gown on his pregnant mistress. "Sign the asset division papers and walk away with nothing," he ordered coldly. He wanted me gone so he could crown Vivian as the true mother of his bloodline. When I tried to leave with my own design blueprints, he ordered his men to smash my boutique to pieces. He shoved me onto the shattered glass, and a searing pain ripped through my abdomen. As I lay there bleeding out, my authentic pregnancy ultrasound slipped from my bag. Lorenzo thought it was a desperate lie. "Your dead fetus is paying the price for Vivian's true heir," he cursed. He tore the scan to shreds, locked the heavy steel shutters from the outside, and drove away with his mistress, leaving me to die in the dark. I lost my baby and my womb on that cold floor, all while he prepared a grand proposal for a woman who was secretly barren. He thought my quiet compliance meant I was broken. But I survived. Standing in the shadows of the International Syndicate Gala, I calmly plugged a burner phone into the master projection system. It was time to show the entire underworld her fake silicone belly, and watch Lorenzo's world burn to ashes./1/103295/coverorgin.jpg?v=4fb4544c0f72c1146e588a96b06100df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: The Spare Daughter Escapes Him
I died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father. I was twenty years old. He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him-my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit-watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant. He chose her. He always chose her. And then, I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for. This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London-an exile disguised as a severance package-I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice. He didn't know he was talking to a ghost. He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal. He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder. That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry. She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts. So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie. I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane. But I will not be a victim. This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter. This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain./1/109784/coverorgin.jpg?v=d66933c5d35d3955fb16ad7b93ba1f2d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Melting His Iced Heart
The sound of loud slapping windows jolted her from her sleep. She carefully got down from the bed, walking towards the window to shut it closed. She froze instantly, turning cold with fear at the familiar figure standing right outside her window. She staggered backwards. "No," she shook her head in disbelief, but that didn't stop him from jumping through her window. She ran for the door, desperately trying to unlock it, but it wasn't even budging. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms clammy, and then she felt his large presence behind her, slamming his hand on the door right beside her head. She slowly turned to find those cold gray eyes staring at her. She trembled. "H-how did you f-find me?" A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, his eyes shining with an evil glint. "Didn't I tell you, Lilian? You run, I chase." His hand shot to her throat, his thumb caressing it gently, and then he covered the distance between them, leaning in for his hot breath to fan her neck. His hand held her small waist, pulling her impossibly closer to himself. "Now you must be punished, princess." In a bid to escape her cold husband and her cruel family, Lilian finds herself in an even more dangerous situation that either mends or breaks her./0/54953/coverorgin.jpg?v=7441efa32fb71b51c0210df6bda95ea6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Kidnapped By The Cold Mafia King
Ellie's life changes when she goes on vacation and stumbles on a drug deal that she's not supposed to see. She finds herself kidnapped and and smuggled across the border to Mexico. Her life is now in the hands of Tristan Russo a handsome and powerful cartel leader. Tristan promises to not kill her as long as she agrees to obey him, from the moment he lays eyes on her Tristan is drawn to Ellie and after he gets a taste of her he wants more and Tristan always gets what he wants./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./1/116923/coverorgin.jpg?v=eedcdc6f1f7f8340bf64e0cb43888aca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Claimed By The Enemy: The Jilted Queen
I was seven months pregnant with the Falcone mafia heir when his mother slid a stack of hush money across the table. That was how I found out my husband had completely forged our marriage registry. He was legally married to someone else—Gianna, the orphan girl I had taken a knife for and bled on the asphalt to save five years ago. To protect his real wife's position, his mother demanded my "bastard" child be erased and shoved me down the grand staircase. Xander was standing right below us. He reached out, but when he saw his mother's warning glare, he made a cold, calculated choice and deliberately pulled his hand back. He just watched me fall. My body slammed against the hard wooden steps, and I woke up in a sterile hospital bed with a flat stomach. My baby was gone. My father took a bullet to the heart to save Xander's life when we were kids. I gave up everything for him, yet he degraded me to a hidden mistress while dressing the traitorous girl I saved in five-million-dollar diamonds. Gianna even barged into my hospital room, rubbing her own swollen belly to mock my dead child. I didn't scream or cry. I just calmly pulled out my encrypted phone, retrieved the hidden security footage of Xander letting me fall, and dialed the rival syndicate's Don. "I possess leverage that will dismantle Xander Falcone's standing. Are you interested?"/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./0/64363/coverorgin.jpg?v=0a1824700a96eb8b5c6b72a4c56ad4d1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Arranged To The Masked Mafia King
One casual visit to her father's study; an unplanned collision with the malevolent Russian Bratva mafia boss plunged her life into a downward spiral. Forced to marry him for an alliance that bordered on keeping her family's business stronger, she had no choice but to accept her fate after an unsuccessful attempt at absconding right before the wedding. But with each new discovery about him, she realized that the masked husband she despised so much had several layers that tugged at her heartstrings, giving her no choice but to fall deeply for him. However, what happens when the dreary and dark secrets from his past resurfaces and threatens to disrupt not just their blooming relationship and his position as Capo, but their existence as well?/1/116924/coverorgin.jpg?v=21108254109146e1b1d1a905427bd900&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rescued And Claimed By The Underworld Boss
For six years, I guarded my fiancé's empty grave through blizzards and thunderstorms, surviving multiple suicide attempts because the guilt of his fatal car crash was eating me alive. Until an anonymous message led me to a luxury penthouse, where I found him perfectly healthy, his arms wrapped around his former secretary's pregnant belly. He had faked his own death to escape his mafia blood oath, keep the dirty money, and dump me. When I confronted him, he violently shoved me into a stone fireplace, leaving me bleeding out on the marble floor. "If anything happens to my new family, I will enact a Vendetta on you that will make the last six years look like a joke." To protect his pristine facade, he threatened to cancel my dying adoptive mother's heart transplant unless I publicly confessed to being a delusional stalker. I complied, but his mistress still snuck into the ICU, verbally abused my mother, and bribed the organ broker to back out. My mother flatlined right in front of me. I didn't understand how the man I had mourned for over two thousand days could watch me freeze in the snow for a box of dirt, only to coldly orchestrate the murder of my only family. Holding my mother's ashes, I scheduled a video exposing his dirty money, and jumped off the cross-river bridge. But I didn't die. When I opened my eyes, the city's most lethal Mafia Don was standing by my bed, offering me a gun and a throne built from their ashes./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./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./0/52684/coverorgin.jpg?v=875f21f286dfdba528146ce13c5a2da6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia Maid
Haunted by her past, Isabella flees the dangers of her life and finds herself ensnared by the alluring and mysterious Nate. As their attraction grows, so does the threat to their relationship. Isabella must decide whether to risk everything for love or run from the man who has become her salvation./0/75071/coverorgin.jpg?v=18bff88d26f6aab89e89dd8573d853ae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Innocent Who is Trapped Mafia Love
Clara stood in the middle of the glass room with her transparent clothes, holding back her embarrassment while trying to cover her body with both hands. There were cheers from outside the glass room and naughty looks from the hungry men. "1 million," "5 million," "7 million," Everyone placed a bet on Clara at a fairly low price, tears kept going to roll down Clara's rosy cheeks. Her body was almost shaky and she couldn't meet everyone's eyes, she was like a kitten amidst a hungry lion. "50 million," A man's voice that surprised her made their eyes meet. A most dangerous mafia chief raises his betting cards and shocks everyone. Steven looked at Clara with a grin, as if he was ready to eat Clara alive. His eyes were sharp like a wolf's, and it was him./1/116925/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2cad8a4d43ab79e0c4f0f3a448208cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Out Of Shadows: The Invisible Girl Shines
For three years, I was the secret lover of Julian, the ruthless Heir of the Moretti Mafia Family. But at the Underworld's Loyalty Game, he publicly humiliated me to secure his crown. He announced his betrothal to a powerful mafia princess, telling the laughing crowd that I was just a desperate, low-ranking soldier's daughter who meant nothing to him. "A mere soldier's daughter is not my type, and she never will be." He let his men mock me and vandalize my belongings with the word 'whore'. He even snatched my umbrella in the freezing rain to shield his new queen, leaving me completely soaked and shivering. When I tried to secretly escape, he intercepted my courier and tore my forged passport to pieces. He arrogantly ordered me to stay in his territory as a lowly desk worker, promising to visit my bed only in the dark after he married his new wife. My heart died completely. I finally understood that his vows of protection were just lies, and I was nothing more than a caged animal for his amusement. So, on the night he publicly crowned his new queen, I bypassed his guards and fled the country forever. Four years later, the now-terrifying Don tracked me down to Paris. He dropped to his bloodied knees in the street, crying and begging me to come back. I just looked at him calmly and walked away./1/110761/coverorgin.jpg?v=5f62be146d32e2421625ed7e8223ae22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My lover's revenge after my death
Five years after my death, the street punk banished by the Mafia family returned to this soil as a highly respected Godfather. He didn't come back for turf or business. He came for revenge. He wanted to make me regret the day I "betrayed" him. He framed my father as a rat. He locked my mother in a pitch-black basement until she went blind. He crippled my brother's right arm, stripping away his gift as a top-tier sniper forever. To find me and exact his vengeance personally, he had turned himself into a monster. "She’s dead! She’s been dead!" my brother roared. "Five years ago! When The Commission sent hitters after you, she took the fall! She burned to ashes so you could live!"/1/100379/coverorgin.jpg?v=c68d4fe770d4cfc34b0ab04c234223d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose The Mistress, I Took Everything
On the night of our fifth anniversary, I wasn't drinking champagne. I was standing in the shadows of my husband's study, clutching an encrypted drive I found taped behind our wedding photo. It contained the blueprints to a life Dante was building with another woman—Sofia Ricci, the daughter of our sworn enemy. He wasn't just cheating on me. He was using the Port Redevelopment project I had spent two years designing to launder the money he needed to run away with her. When I confronted him, Dante didn't beg for forgiveness. He looked at me with the cold indifference of a Capo and told me to fix my face for dinner. The humiliation didn't stop there. He forced me to share a car with his mistress while my ankle was swollen and throbbing from a fall. He fussed over Sofia’s "delicate" motion sickness while ignoring my pain completely. "Elena is sturdy," he dismissed. Sturdy. Like a mule. Like a table he owned. He even stripped me of my rank, handing my multi-million dollar operation to Sofia simply because she had a "vision" for glass walls. He thought I was just a compliant wife, a placeholder to keep his books clean while he played house with his true love. He forgot that while he was the muscle, I was the architect. So, at the Family Gala, wearing a backless revenge dress, I didn't just ask for a separation. I threw a glass of champagne in his face and announced to the entire underworld that the accounts were empty. I didn't just leave him. I took the encryption keys, the money, and his entire future with me./1/116926/coverorgin.jpg?v=f121eb795d9812d706a656eecb4ebfec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Never Saw Me
For ten years, I labored in the shadows to build a massive underworld empire for Cassius, the mafia Underboss I secretly loved. He promised me marriage and the title of Capo over the smuggling network I created with my own blood. But at the syndicate banquet, he handed my throne to Serena, a sheltered mafia princess who had never touched a gun. I was publicly shoved to the bottom of the structure I built, named a mere soldier under her command. Cassius warned me not to make a scene, telling me the family needed a bloodline representative. He offered me a hidden payoff and a secret wedding, expecting me to keep cleaning up Serena's bloody messes in the dark. Serena looked at me with innocent eyes, claiming my life's work as her own territory. I looked at the man I had taken three bullets for. I remembered biting down on a leather strap in an underground clinic to protect his secrets, while he stood there reducing a decade of my devotion to a dirty little secret. I didn't cry or beg. I simply unclasped my family crest and dropped it onto the marble floor. Then, I pulled out my phone and accepted the absolute autonomy offered by the rival Sicilian syndicate. "I am permanently severing all ties." This time, I would build an empire that belonged solely to me./1/100380/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d8a4018af45490a646ff653edaee56d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Waitress Is Actually The Mafia Queen
I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi. I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet. The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress. Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet. The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly. I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world. Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked. He chose to sacrifice me to save face. "Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves." He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress. He thought he was showing strength. He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors. Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared. "Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers." "And send the wolves."/1/116927/coverorgin.jpg?v=86d496f9c2ef4302f4e978b212afbc3b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
