Mafia Books for Women
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His Mafia Queen, My Substitute Heart
My perfect marriage to Don Dante Moretti, the most powerful man in the New York mob, ended the moment my father died. I was twenty-four, pregnant with his heir, and I believed I was his queen. But for two days, while I planned a funeral alone, my husband was unreachable. Then a friend sent me a photo. Dante in London, his hand tangled in the hair of the woman beside him. It was my cousin, Valentina. He came home with lies about a dead phone and a difficult summit. That night, I found his private journal, and my world disintegrated. He had married me because I had "Valentina’s eyes." I was a substitute. Our unborn child wasn't a product of love. It was a project. A girl he planned to name Elena, after Valentina, calling her a "perfect, tiny piece of the woman I can never truly possess." I wasn't his wife. I was a stand-in. The love I felt for him didn't just die. It was murdered. The next morning, I slid a folder across the kitchen island. "Donation forms," I said. He didn't even look before scrawling his signature on what were actually our finalized divorce papers. His arrogance was my weapon. As he slept beside me that night, smelling of lies and my cousin, I made an appointment at a private clinic. He wanted a legacy? I would give him nothing./0/56855/coverorgin.jpg?v=47933f415a4319c53124e5bdcd0deac6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrothed to The Don.
Lucia I'm thrown into a world of chaos when I hear that my family is part of the Italian mafia. No, scratch that - my family is the Italian mafia - and as tradition states, I'll be getting married to the bratva head. My world is in shambles when I see how cold and ruthless my husband is. Despite how handsome and attractive he is, I give myself one assignment; stay as far away from him as possible. But as neither my body nor my heart gets the message, I have to think of a way to conceal my emotions from him. Ivan My life's purpose has always been to take over from my father as the head of the bratva. That's practically what I was born for; to kill and destroy. But for that to happen, I must get married, which isn't a problem since an arranged marriage to the Italian mafia princess has long been formed for us. What becomes a problem is the strange feelings that begin to steer within me the moment I'm married to my wife. Now I have another purpose added to the list; kill, destroy and love./0/61079/coverorgin.jpg?v=434c4ebb1c662b66f046809c1a5f4cf5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
EX FIANCE STRIKES BACK
Luna Rodriguez had endured heartache and betrayal. Her fiance, once the love of her life, had turned into a monster. He not only shattered her trust but also tore apart her family. They called him Lucifer. His cruelty towards she and her family shattered her very existence. Haunted by fear, Luna fled. She disappeared leaving behind her old life and identity. But she couldn't escape the memories of her past, the way he looked at her with cold eyes, the hurtful words that he spat, and the pain he inflicted. Now, after years in hiding, Luna returned. She was no longer the naive girl he'd manipulated and destroyed. Determined to seek justice, reclaimed everything that she had lost and make her ex fiancee feel every pain he inflicted on her, every tears that she had shed, every dream shattered and every relationship he had destroyed. she faced her demons head on. With a new face and identity she stepped into Lucifer den, but as she stepped back into the lion's den, she wondered Could she outwit Lucifer? Or would he trap her once more in his web of darkness and lies?/1/103317/coverorgin.jpg?v=8001838f87ada9a0658d4d1828d3b3af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King's Despair
My twin sister Haleigh returned with a fake diagnosis of Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer and a "dying wish" to marry my fiancé, Jameson Blair. Without a second thought, Jameson, the most feared Underboss in New York, took the three-carat diamond meant for me and slid it onto her finger. I became the spare. The obstacle standing in the way of a tragedy's happy ending. When Haleigh planted a brown recluse spider in my room, I was the one bitten and poisoned. Yet, my brothers kicked me while I was delirious with fever, accusing me of trying to terrorize their "dying" angel. On her birthday yacht party, a grill tipped over during a storm. My synthetic dress caught fire instantly. As flames seared the skin off my legs, I screamed for help. But Jameson and my brothers formed a human shield around Haleigh, frantically checking her hand for a single speck of ash while I burned alive just ten feet away. The final straw came at the cliffs. Haleigh staged a suicide attempt to frame me for bullying her. To teach me a lesson, Jameson bound my wrists and hung me over the edge of the abyss on a rope, leaving me dangling helplessly over the churning ocean. They thought they were punishing a monster. They didn't know I had a jagged rock in my hand. As they drove away to comfort the liar, I didn't wait for them to come back. I sawed through the rope myself and let the ocean take me. Three years later, after discovering Haleigh never had cancer, my brothers and Jameson found me alive in Florence. They knelt on the cobblestones, weeping, begging for a second chance. I looked at the men who had watched me burn. "You aren't sorry you hurt me," I said, turning to walk away with another man. "You're just sorry you bet on the wrong sister."/1/103630/coverorgin.jpg?v=1827d4a586d55de8c0d9fc043ea681e5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Runaway Wife's Secret Heir
I stood alone at the center of my art gallery opening, clutching a glass of warm champagne, while the guests whispered behind their hands. My husband, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, wasn't there. A breaking news alert on my phone explained why. It was a high-definition photo of Dante shielding his mistress, Isabella, from the rain. He was touching her with a protective possessiveness he had never once shown me. Then came his text: "Isabella needed me. Go home." That was the moment the cage door unlocked. I didn't go home to cry. I went to his office the next morning with a stack of papers disguised as "gallery insurance forms." While Isabella sat on his desk, mocking me for being a boring housewife, Dante was too annoyed to read the fine print. He just wanted me gone so he could get back to her. He signed the divorce decree. He signed the asset dissolution. Most importantly, without looking, he signed the irrevocable relinquishment of parental rights. I walked out with my freedom, but fate had a cruel sense of humor. That night, I stared at a positive pregnancy test. I was carrying the Sovrano heir he had always demanded. And he had just legally signed away his right to ever know his child. I fled to the Swiss Alps, vanishing into the snow to raise my baby away from his world of blood and bullets. I thought I was safe, until six months later. Dante hadn't just sent men to look for me. He had burned his own shipping empire to the ground, destroying his status as King, just to prove he would trade it all for the wife he threw away./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?/1/110357/coverorgin.jpg?v=49ee98a8af1cc5086ba7379a27ef0c4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shattered Vows: Marrying The Dark Don
For seven years, I have been the submissive commoner wife of Julian, the New York Mafia boss. When he finally realized what he had ruined and stabbed himself with a dagger, begging for my forgiveness, I simply turned and walked away. I endured his endless betrayals and cruelty for only one reason: he paid for my grandmother's life-sustaining treatment. But while he was busy buying diamonds for his new mistress, the pressure of his emotional abuse caused me to lose our child. His mistress broke into my grandmother's hospital room and threw explicit photos of her and Julian in my grandmother's face. My grandmother died from shock. Julian knew nothing about this. “Go home, Sienna. You’re pregnant. Stop making a scene, or I’ll cut off your grandmother’s medical bills tomorrow.” When I found him, he arrogantly thought I was just throwing a tantrum. He didn't know our child was gone. He didn't know that my grandmother had passed away. In front of all his men, I poured a glass of whiskey over his head, left the signed divorce papers on his table, and then boarded a one-way flight to Germany. I will leave him forever./0/63426/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a8a22fb9bf6bf3117a63551a51a17f3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beautiful Scar
BLURB: Kael Darko had been the indomitable Mafia King and business tycoon and Jen Stewart was just a lady working in a coffee shop and trying to make ends meet. When these persons cross parts, not just bullets fly, even sparks erupt and emotions rage in a storm. "No one can leave a scar on you...except my kisses." Kael Darko swears to Jen. He has never been one to care about the frivolities of women but not until he comes across this lovable and adorable coffee girl at his club about to be defiled by filthy men. Kahadhas never felt this need to conquer, possess and protect anyone till he came across Jen who made him feel this way and even more. Kael would do everything and anything to keep her by his side, first for the sake of lust and power but sooner than later, he would turn the entire underworld if as much as a strand of hair on her body was missing. As ruthless as he may be, Jen knew it like her name that she could tame him because he was their devil but he was her protector./0/61236/coverorgin.jpg?v=ac9bed1e86b6a9cb6abccdc04d947e77&imageMogr2/format/webp)
MAFIA'S HEART OF DARKNESS
Elena Godwin's life had taken a turn for the worse since the death of her father and stepmother. Her stepbrother was now the head of the family and degraded her into the rank of an inconsequential servant in her own home. She lived day after day with the abuses, but her only hope that held her strong was the thought of her grandfather's fortune waiting for her in one year, and then she could make her escape to a new life. But her dreams were shattered when she came to know that her stepbrother had sold her off to the ruthless mafia leader known as Victor Martinez to cancel his debts. Elena was then compelled to marry this Victor, and it didn't take her much time to gauge his heinous intention. He intends to violate her, get her impregnated, and discard her later on just to make her suffer for the agony he suffered from the loss of loved ones. And with every step, Elena was entangled deeper in a nightmare that had no end due to his wicked plot./1/104100/coverorgin.jpg?v=08e213199a32c3957fe3a57ef450caef&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret: The Heiress's Revenge
I spent a decade learning to save lives as a trauma surgeon, only to discover my parents had sold mine to the highest bidder. To end a turf war, I was forced back into the underworld to marry Ivan Hughes, a rival mob boss known for his brutality. I thought I was just a pawn in a business merger, but then my steady surgeon’s hands began to tremble, and a metallic taste filled my mouth. I ran my own toxicology report in secret. Positive for arsenic. My mother wasn't just forcing me into a loveless marriage; she was slowly poisoning me. I broke into my father's safe and found the truth: a birth certificate for Ivan’s secret son with his mistress, and a chain of emails between my mother and my fiancé. "The dosage is being increased," my mother wrote. "By the wedding night, she will be too weak to protest. You can dispose of her quietly after the heir is secured." My blood turned to ice. They were using me to transfer my trust fund to Ivan, planning to bury me and replace me with his mistress before the honeymoon even started. They thought they were killing a helpless girl. They forgot that a surgeon knows exactly where to cut to cause the most damage. I taped a microphone to my ribs beneath my white silk gown and walked onto the stage of our engagement gala. I didn't take the microphone to say "I do." I took it to burn their empire to the ground./0/92993/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb75e7e68ca025483af707a11e748a44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love Turns To Ashes
I grew up with Asher from a young age. He once saved my life by taking a hit meant for me from an enemy, and I was kidnapped and brutally mistreated because of him. Everyone in the circle knew that I, the daughter of the Dixon family, was the center of Asher's world. But when he returned from building a branch in the Golden Triangle after two years, he brought back a young woman dressed in immaculate white. She looked pure, but she was provocative in her gaze. "Nicola, it was just an accident between Asher and me, but he insists on taking responsibility for me. Please stop him." I looked at her hand resting on her belly with Asher's ring around her finger. My fingers trembled slightly. The next moment, the bodyguard behind me pressed a cold gun barrel against that young woman's temple. I turned to Asher, who was clenching his fists tightly. I said coldly, "If you insist on marrying her, then leave the Dixon family for good."/0/74534/coverorgin.jpg?v=e22a28a0fca31189d58face1c509927d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
NIRVANA: THE MAFIA'S WILD SIN
"Run all you want, little wild rose... but you'll never escape me." Nirvana's life was supposed to be simple...until betrayal sold her to the devil himself. RAyNe St Trinity is cold, cruel, and untouchable, a man who rules the underworld with blood-stained hands and an unforgiving grip. Now, she's his possession. A pawn in his ruthless game. She resists. He enjoys the challenge. She begs for freedom. He tightens his hold. But as the lines between obsession and desire blur, Nirvana realizes escaping RAyNe isn't just impossible...it might be the last thing she wants. And when danger closes in, she's forced to ask herself the one question that terrifies her most... What if the man she fears is the only one who can save her?/0/89552/coverorgin.jpg?v=23ee65a80ba4eaaa11018336ae7f98b6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stolen by the Mafia king
Blurb: Elena Voss was born into power-but not by choice. As the daughter of one of the most feared mafia lords in Sicily, her life has been a gilded prison of secrets, betrayals, and brutal expectations. When her father forces her into an arranged marriage with the dangerous and powerful Lorenzo Marchesi, Elena prepares to defy him-until a violent betrayal shatters her world. Kidnapped on the night she planned her escape, Elena finds herself at the mercy of the very man she swore to hate. But Lorenzo doesn't want her obedience. He wants her soul. As deadly enemies close in and long-buried family secrets unravel, Elena is thrust into a war for control, revenge... and her heart. Can she survive in a world where loyalty is lethal and love is a weapon? Or will she become exactly what she was raised to fear-the ruthless queen of the underworld?/0/90491/coverorgin.jpg?v=d114e8efa3ec7d28998e8cd59d132cd7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shadow's Decree
The pain in her head was miserable. Safia had difficulty even in opening her eyes. But when finally she did, a chord struck in her throat. A very handsome man was sleeping beside her in his half naked glory with his head ducked to the pillow. Alarm leaped like a hurricane in her head. How did she end up with an unknown man in her bed? Oh wait! This was not her home. The place looked eerily quiet and was way too costly than hers. It screamed power and money. Safia panicked. She was not drunk nor on drugs. How come she has no memory of her past? She carefully slipped away from under the covers. But it was too late. The man beside her had already woken up. "Who are you? Why are you in my bed?" Safia squealed in worry. Much against her expectation the guy was very much composed. He signaled to the ring on her finger and opened the drawer beside him before throwing the marriage testament on her face. "We are married. You are my wife now. Be ready to welcome the life of thorns." "What?"/1/116929/coverorgin.jpg?v=cd82c62ebb061ecbdfb33ab8858e708c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted By The Don: The Heiress Awakens
I bled beside Dominic for ten years, helping him rise from a scarred street soldier to the most feared Mafia Don in the city. But on the day I planned to tell him about the eight-week-old heartbeat inside me, he canceled our wedding to marry an eighteen-year-old girl. He told me he craved her innocence, untouched by the filth of our business. His new bride faked an injury to frame me. Without hesitation, Dominic stripped me of my ring and threw me into a freezing underground cell. Days later, they dragged me out and forced me to chug raw moonshine to prove my submission to his new Queen. The liquid fire tore through my starved stomach. I collapsed and miscarried our baby in a pool of blood right in front of them. Even then, his new wife laughed, pointing at my dying body. "She is using hidden blood packs to manipulate you! She was never pregnant!" Ten years of absolute loyalty and two previous miscarriages on the run, all rewarded with this deadly poison. He walked away, leaving me to die on the cold floor of his club, thinking I was just a stray orphan with nowhere to go. But he didn't know my true bloodline. Six months later, as the Underboss of the rival Marino Family, I rolled up the tinted window of my armored SUV, leaving the crippled, ruined Don begging in the mud./1/103319/coverorgin.jpg?v=4a2d81b395f2f381ec7f6f9ba6a07eb0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Don: Your Wife Erased You
My husband sat at the head of the table, cutting into his medium-rare steak like a king. To the world, Brendan Wiggins was a legitimate businessman. To me, he was the Mafia Don whose empire I had built brick by digital brick. Then my burner phone vibrated against my thigh. It wasn't a threat from a rival gang. It was a photo of a positive pregnancy test sent by his mistress. I watched a video of him in her apartment—a place he visited while I thought he was working. I heard him tell her, "Ellery is functional. She handles the books. But you’re giving me the legacy. She’s just the furniture I keep to impress guests." He had taken the trauma of the car crash that left me infertile—the crash he caused—and used it to mock me with another woman. He thought I was his broken doll. He thought I was safe because I was dependent on him. He forgot that I was the Architect. I designed the encrypted channels that kept him out of prison. I controlled the offshore accounts. I didn't cry. I simply applied a coat of blood-red lipstick and tapped a dormant script on my smartwatch. While he poured me a glass of wine and called me his "sanctuary," I drained fifty million dollars from his shell companies. I wasn't just leaving. I had an appointment with a black-market neuroscientist to chemically erase my memories. By tomorrow, Brendan wouldn't just be bankrupt; to me, he wouldn't even exist./0/80323/coverorgin.jpg?v=12f327266f12b4fc1eced208f6ccbd1c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Willing Prey
MAFIA RUTHLESS: BOOK ONE ************* ************ *********** The devil's captive became his heart's keeper. *************** *********** *********** Revenge! The only thing the strong ,powerful and ruthless mafia don Alessandro Moretti has harboured for years. When he discovers the identity of his mother's killer,he doesn't go after the man alone. He wants everything belonging to Giovanni Conti burnt to the ground,including his most valuable possession-his daughter. Auctioned off by her uncle to the highest bidder,Isabelle Conti's fate is sealed. Not until masked gunmen crash her wedding,and she wakes up in the don's den. She becomes his captive. His obsession...His willing prey. His weapon of vengeance. Isabelle Conti turns out to be different from the others,this time around she doesn't want his affection...she needs his downfall. And when she finally has him where she wants him and she's torn between her feelings and surrendering to the ruthless don. One question threatens to destroy everything, Have you ever loved me?/0/85173/coverorgin.jpg?v=a10502c379551739b42acb52fe8f2cd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Stripper's Love: I Married My Ex's Uncle
I'm a moaning mess as Antonio slams into me from behind. His hips hit me hard, and each deep thrust sends shockwaves through my body. My breasts bounce with every movement, my eyes roll back, and I moan his name without control. The pleasure he gives me is overwhelming-I can't hold it in. I feel my walls tighten around his thick length. The pressure builds fast, and then- I explode around him, my orgasm tearing through me. He groans loud and deep as he releases inside me, his hot seed spilling into me in thick pulses. Just when I think he's done, his grip shifts. He turns me over and lays me flat on the bed. His dark eyes stare into mine for a moment, filled with raw hunger. I glance down- He's still hard. Before I can react, he grabs my wrists, pins me down, and pushes himself inside me again. He fills me completely. My hips rise on instinct, meeting his rhythm. Our bodies move together, locked in a wild, uncontrollable dance. "You're fucking sweet," he groans, his voice rough and breathless. "I can't get enough of you... not after that night, Sol," he growls, slamming into me harder. The force of his words and his thrusts make my body shake. "Come for me," he commands, his voice low and full of heat. And just like that, my body trembles. Waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out, shaking with the force of my orgasm. "Mine," he growls again, louder this time. His voice is feral, wild, like a beast claiming what belongs to him. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. *** Solene was betrayed, humiliated, and erased by Rowan Brook, the man she once called husband, Solene is left with nothing but her name and a burning hunger for revenge. She turns to the one man powerful enough to destroy the Brooks family from within: Rowan's estranged and dangerous uncle, Antonio Rodriguez. He's ruthless. A playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice. But when Solene walks into his world, he doesn't just break the rules, he creates new ones just for her. What begins as a calculated game quickly spirals into obsession, power plays, and secrets too deadly to stay buried. Because Solene isn't just anyone's ex... she's the woman they should've never underestimated. Can she survive the price of revenge? Or will her heart become the next casualty? And when the truth comes out, will Antonio still choose her... or destroy her?/1/113801/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a1fc0f3fd2e251964b23fd7283e3a93&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Discarded Love, The Reaper's Regret
My husband, Dante Moretti, the feared Underboss, signed the divorce papers I slipped him without a glance. Too busy texting his true love, Sofia, he was blind to the annulment decree ending everything. The Reaper couldn't see the death of his own marriage. For three years, I was Elena, his silent wife, the "Caged Canary," cleaning his messes while meticulously planning my escape from our loveless world. He dismissed me for Sofia's every whim, publicly shaming me after a past love letter was read, then abandoning me again for her fake crisis. That night, he violently shoved me against a wall, leaving me bleeding and concussed, rushing instead to protect Sofia. Discarded and injured, my invisible love became a weapon against me. His crushing blindness, the cold realization I was a mere placeholder, fueled a profound injustice. How could he be so lethal, yet oblivious to his wife, favoring the one who betrayed him? With chilling resolve, I uploaded Sofia's confession, initiated a massive financial transfer dismantling his empire, and staged my own death. Under a new identity, I fled to San Francisco, ready to build my power, far from his bloody, deceitful world./1/116930/coverorgin.jpg?v=4e32e9b5199272343506a1577427a7f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
