Mafia Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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His Canary, Her Revenge
For seven years, I was the loyal fiancée to Julian, the city's most ruthless Mafia Don. Then I found a mint condom wrapper in his bathroom and a voice note from his young assistant, Valentina, bragging about his relentless appetites. When I confronted him, he didn't apologize. Instead, he gaslit me, calling me a paranoid liability, and let Valentina replace the decor in our private sanctuary. "You are manufacturing drama from nothing," he sneered. After they publicly humiliated me at a family dinner, I broke the engagement and exposed their affair to the syndicate. Julian retaliated with absolute destruction. He ruined my career, vandalized my art studio, and orchestrated a hit on my father, leaving him bleeding out in a hospital. Cornered and desperate, I jumped from his corporate balcony just to escape his control. When I woke up battered in a hospital bed, Julian stood over me, cold and arrogant. He demanded I publicly apologize to his mistress for causing her trauma, threatening to finish the hit on my family if I refused. He thought I was a caged canary who would finally submit to his power. He didn't know I had already hired a syndicate cleaner to plant hidden cameras in his penthouse. As I stared at the man I once loved, I was already preparing to broadcast his ultimate treason to the Five Families and burn his empire to ashes./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=20260612174721&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Out Of Silence: Reclaiming My Life
I had been deaf for ten years after a cartel fire took my parents' lives. My fiancé, Alessandro, the Mafia Underboss they died to save, swore a blood oath to be my permanent refuge. Two weeks before our wedding, my hearing miraculously returned. But the first thing I heard wasn't his loving voice—it was the sickening sound of him sleeping with his mistress, Sophia. I stood frozen outside his office door as the man who promised to protect me groaned her name. "This forced Family duty is a sickness to me. You are the only one I wish to take to wife." When he came home, he smiled gently and used sign language to ask if I was okay. Yet, right in front of my face, he recorded explicit voice notes to her, detailing what they would do in bed that night. He thought I was still a deaf liability, a crippled burden he could easily manipulate. He paraded his betrayal right before my eyes, confident I was trapped in a silent shell, completely oblivious to his mockery. But I could hear every single dirty word. Instead of crying, I calmly pressed the record button on my phone, booked a one-way flight to London on the morning of our wedding, and prepared to strip the Underboss of his entire empire./1/103320/coverorgin.jpg?v=bc62bebae550d309b2ef54440f75423d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Rival Don's Treasured Second Chance
My husband, the King of New York's underworld, declined my call for the ninety-ninth time just as my brother's heart monitor flatlined. He claimed he was in a life-or-death sit-down with the Commission. But moments after my brother took his last breath, I saw his mistress's Instagram post. The "meeting" was an emergency C-section for her Persian cat. My brother was dead because a mistress's pet needed the surgeon Dante had promised to send for him. The betrayal didn't stop there. When our car was T-boned days later, Dante didn't pull me from the wreckage. He carried his mistress to safety, screaming for paramedics to save his "fiancée," leaving me trapped in the burning vehicle with crushed legs. Miraculously, I survived. Lying in the hospital bed, I waited for an apology. Instead, I got a threat. "Without me, you are nothing," Dante sneered, throwing a box of chocolates at me like I was a dog. But the final blow came from the County Clerk. When I tried to file for divorce, they told me no record existed. Seven years of loyalty. Seven years of standing by his side. And I wasn't even his wife. I was just a possession he had tricked into playing house. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I picked up my phone and scrolled past Dante's name to the one man he feared most: his rival, Alessandro De Luca. I typed three words. I need extraction. It was time to burn his kingdom to the ground./1/108639/coverorgin.jpg?v=2e1483e0bbb7378b1aa4fea69ced69af&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Best Friend's Dad Married Me
When the boy I had loved in silence for five years dropped to one knee and proposed to the very girl who had bullied me, the entire room burst into laughter at my expense. "That fat, ugly Lydia Prescott actually thinks she has a shot with a mafia boss?" In a single night, I became the city's favorite punchline. I fled in humiliation. The next time I appeared, I had transformed. The weight was gone, and so was the ridicule. I stunned everyone into silence. Miles Calloway begged through tears for another chance, but I simply slipped my arm through the arm of the mafia godfather beside me and smiled. "Sorry. I'm married." The man rumored to be cold-blooded and untouchable pulled me closer and declared with chilling certainty, "Lydia is my wife." The room erupted. Only my best friend, Annie Sinclair, gasped, "Lydia, you seriously locked down my dad?"/1/116774/coverorgin.jpg?v=c188c1cb18ad35fa55a80321df816b13&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Dying Unloved: My Cold Family's Bitter Regret
I made one phone call on my tenth birthday, and it cost me everything. I just wanted my brother to come home for cake. They never found his body after the car bomb. So my parents buried their grief in me. Eight years of kneeling in freezing rain. Eight years of being told my existence was a debt I could never repay. Tonight, on the anniversary of his death, I'm going to die. And the people who should have saved me won't even pick up the phone./0/59049/coverorgin.jpg?v=0bdf79a85ae56e0b0d1ffb1e925b4beb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BENEATH THE MAFIA'S GAZE
Rosalia Caruso, an untrained spy life took a tremendous turn as she embarked on a perilous mission to clear her father's debt: infiltrate the home of the formidable mafia lord, Carmine Montanari. With her life on the line, she must spy on him, gather crucial information, and find a way to get closer to the enigmatic leader. As she navigates the treacherous waters of loyalty and betrayal, Rosalia's determination is tested at every turn. She gradually began falling for the mafia lord and her feelings getting in her way. Will she uncover Carmine's secrets, or will she become entangled in a web of intrigue and passion that could consume them both? What happens when she discovers the secrets of the organisation who sent her? How would she be able to keep the secret and still save Carmine from getting hurt? Dive into a tale of suspense, romance, and unexpected twists that will leave you breathless and craving more./0/68123/coverorgin.jpg?v=05594913731690183334c1e344acf0a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Angel Ordeal.
My wrists were bound above my head, the leather strap biting into my skin as I struggled uselessly. He circled me, his dark gaze devouring every inch of me. "You're trembling," He said, stopping in front of me, his voice a toxin. "Do you always tremble like this, or is it just when I'm about to ruin you?" I bit my lip, refusing to answer, though my body betrayed me. He stepped closer, his hand encircling my throat, the pressure a seductive command. "Speak." "I... I don't know," I stammered, my voice breaking. "Liar." His fingers gripped my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "You belong to me, don't you?" My heart pounded, the words caught in my throat. "I-" "No hesitation," he growled. "Say it, or I'll remind you how I deal with defiance." "I belong to you," I whispered, trembling. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand sliding down to tease the curve of my breast. He undid his belt, the leather slipping free with a deliberate snap. "Let me remind you who owns you." ....... Allison Blackwell's life unravels when she's abducted by the ruthless Blade mafia family, only to uncover her father's secret-he's been their partner all along. Allison is trapped in a mansion caught between the Blade brothers-one cold, the other ruthless. As her father arranges a marriage to further solidify his ambitions, forbidden passion erupts, leading Allison to sleep with her bodyguard the night before her wedding. The stakes are high, and freedom's price may be too much. Can she control her fate, will she become what she hates or will she remain a pawn in a deadly game? A dark romance with violence, coercion, and adult themes./1/110361/coverorgin.jpg?v=0dfa9fb1f147c7237441b4212602fe56&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rising From His Broken Mafia Vows
Mob boss Dante Falcone plucked me off the streets and made me his queen. I thought I'd married the most loyal man in the underworld, until I caught him with my cousin Lucia. She was six months pregnant with his child, living in our luxury villa. After the car accident, I needed a blood transfusion to save our unborn baby. The blood bank was empty. Dante had ordered all emergency medical resources redirected to save his mistress. He signed our child's death warrant with his own hand. When I woke up to find my stomach horribly flat, my phone rang. It was Dante, ecstatic because he'd just seen my old pregnancy test results, completely unaware he'd already killed his own heir. "I'm going to build an empire for our child," he promised. I didn't say a word. I hung up, secretly signed the divorce papers, and called my intelligence contact, demanding immediate extraction. After I disappeared, the untouchable Don finally understood what it meant to lose everything. He burned the world down and swore he'd bring me back./0/94874/coverorgin.jpg?v=e58744624cf9ed8bd8f88fa7b0dca5e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Bride, Mafia Queen Rises
The day my husband, Marco, was supposed to be promoted in the Lombardi crime family, I went to file our official union papers. It was the culmination of three years of work, the foundation for the family I so desperately wanted. That’s when I found out he’d already registered a wife two months prior. It wasn’t me. It was Isabella Moretti, the daughter of our most bitter rivals. At his celebration party, he introduced me to the entire family as an obsessed analyst from his team. He stood with his arm around Isabella, who clutched her stomach and claimed to be carrying his child. A moment later, she faked a fall and screamed that I'd pushed her, trying to kill her baby. He moved her into our home, replacing my professional awards—the proof of the work that built his entire career—with their smiling portraits. He didn’t just betray me; he erased me. That night, after he accused me of poisoning Isabella and trying to induce a miscarriage, I finally understood. He hadn't just left me; he was trying to destroy me. So I walked away from the life I had built for him and accepted the one job he was terrified I would take. The Don's Consigliere had offered me control of the Chimera project, the most powerful intelligence network in the organization. I was done being the ghost in Marco's machine. Now, I was going to be the monster in his nightmares./1/103323/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106223137&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed By The Don: Rising From Ashes
I was guiding the blade through a slab of A5 Wagyu for our seven-year anniversary when a burner phone vibrated against my knee. It was a photo of a manicured hand resting on the tuxedo I had bought for Dante three weeks ago. On the finger sat a massive diamond ring. The caption read: Mrs. Isabella Gallo. Finally legal. For seven years, I wasn't just his lover. I was the architect of his legitimacy, the woman who wrote the code that cleaned his dirty money. Yet, while I was here cooking his favorite steak, he had married a mob princess to secure her father's territory. When Dante walked in smelling of expensive scotch and another woman's perfume, he didn't apologize. "It's just politics," he said, loosening his tie. "You keep your allowance, your position. You just stay in the shadows a little longer." He looked at me like I was a piece of high-end furniture. When I told him I was leaving, his face darkened. "You can't resign from the Mafia, Seraphina," he sneered, blocking the door. "If you leave, I will burn everything you have." He truly believed he was the King on the chessboard. He forgot that I was the one who built the board. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I simply walked out, opened my encrypted laptop, and dialed the number of the one man Dante feared most. "I'm cashing out," I said. "And I'm bringing the entire Gallo empire with me."/0/94876/coverorgin.jpg?v=17d951666ea48909e0666d1dc8fbf2bd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Rebuilds From Frozen Hearts
On the night of my career-defining art exhibition, I stood completely alone. My husband, Dante Sovrano, the most feared man in Chicago, had promised he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Instead, he was on the evening news. He was shielding another woman—his ruthless business partner—from a downpour, letting his own thousand-dollar suit get soaked just to protect her. The headline flashed below them, calling their new alliance a "power move" that would reshape the city. The guests at my gallery immediately began to whisper. Their pitying looks turned my greatest triumph into a public spectacle of humiliation. Then his text arrived, a cold, final confirmation of my place in his life: “Something came up. Isabella needed me. You understand. Business.” For four years, I had been his possession. A quiet, artistic wife kept in a gilded cage on the top floor of his skyscraper. I poured all my loneliness and heartbreak onto my canvases, but he never truly saw my art. He never truly saw me. He just saw another one of his assets. My heart didn't break that night. It turned to ice. He hadn't just neglected me; he had erased me. So the next morning, I walked into his office and handed him a stack of gallery contracts. He barely glanced up, annoyed at the interruption to his empire-building. He snatched the pen and signed on the line I’d marked. He didn’t know the page tucked directly underneath was our divorce decree. He had just signed away his wife like she was nothing more than an invoice for art supplies./1/119124/coverorgin.jpg?v=964bfac1364360274f6c14255f6ada0f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
