Mafia Books for Women
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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?/1/104657/coverorgin.jpg?v=9114a98c057e303eea6c37c56e8b3898&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Protected By The Enforcer: My Ex-Husband's Regret
The rejection letter from the private security school arrived on a Tuesday. It stated clearly that the single slot allocated to my son, Danny, had been filled by another boy. My husband, a high-ranking Capo, had signed away our son’s protection to make room for his mistress’s bastard. He sneered at me, calling Danny "soft," and sent him to an unguarded cabin in the north to toughen up. Three days later, the Russians took him. When the courier arrived, there was no ransom demand. Just a package containing a shred of blue cotton with a green T-Rex, soaked in black, stiff blood. Tom didn't shed a tear. He poured a scotch, stepped over me as I wept on the floor, and blamed me for coddling the boy. Overwhelmed by the silence of a house that would never hear my son's laughter again, I swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills to escape the pain. But the darkness didn't last. I woke up gasping, my heart hammering against my ribs. Sunlight hit my face. "Mommy?" Danny stood in the doorway, wearing his dinosaur pajamas, whole and alive. I looked at the calendar. It was May 15th. The day the letter arrived. The grief in my chest calcified into cold rage. I knew about the skimming. I knew about the fake widow status. I knew exactly how to bury my husband. I picked up the phone and dialed the one number no wife was ever supposed to call directly—the Enforcer. "I have evidence of treason," I said. "And I'm bringing the proof."/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./1/116013/coverorgin.jpg?v=71b89b68a32a3e322a0ccaade4d60639&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Wife's Ruthless Mafia Comeback
For five years, I was the flawless wife to the heir of the De Luca empire, securing billion-dollar acquisitions to prove my worth. But my husband, Alessandro, still paraded his mistress in our home, publicly humiliating me as a "cold spreadsheet" while she sneered in triumph. It didn't stop at infidelity. When I dared to cut off her credit cards, Alessandro decided to teach me a lesson. He allowed his mistress to secretly file down the metal clasp on my horse's saddle right before a massive public equestrian event. My leg was completely shattered in a horrific, agonizing fall in front of hundreds of elite guests. While I lay bleeding in the dirt, my husband didn't even glance my way. Instead, he rushed to hold his mistress, shielding her eyes from the gruesome sight. Later, pretending to be unconscious in the infirmary, I overheard him ordering his guards. "Get rid of the saddle. It was just a lesson to remind her who's in charge." He didn't just want me humiliated; he wanted me crippled and broken. As the sterile smell of the hospital hit me, a horrifying realization set in—I was two weeks late. I was pregnant with his child. The thought of my baby growing up in this ruthless, toxic family made my blood run cold, and the last spark of my love turned into absolute hatred. The obedient wife died on that dirt track. I quietly contacted his family's biggest rival and activated my secret scorched-earth protocol. It was time to burn his empire to the ground./0/81297/coverorgin.jpg?v=fde01d8ba6dd04e49f375d0b8eaa8035&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Daughter Who Refused to Break
Emily Callahan had finally done it. Full scholarship to the state university, a dream come true for her and a testament to her late father' s legacy, her mother Susan beaming with pride from their beloved Sunrise Cafe. But the aroma of coffee turned to the stench of fear when local crime boss Paddy O' Doyle, whose offers for the cafe were always refused, stormed in. What began as intimidation quickly became a brutal assault, leaving Susan battered and their cafe in ruins. This attack was no isolated incident; it was just the first domino. The police chief turned a blind eye, revealing a pervasive corruption that shielded the O' Doyles from justice. Emily' s scholarship was mysteriously revoked, her future snatched away. Then came the orchestrated smear campaign, turning the community against her, followed by a terrifying home invasion where her dog was brutally murdered and her father' s cherished Medal of Honor desecrated. Now, even her mother' s vital medical care was at risk. How could a hero' s family be so horribly betrayed and abandoned, their pleas for justice met with silence or outright hostility by the very system meant to protect them? The injustice burned, transforming her grief into a searing rage. With every official avenue blocked and nowhere left to turn, Emily clutched her father' s Medal of Honor, a symbol of everything good and true, and embarked on a desperate cross-country journey to seek out the only man who could possibly help: her father' s former commanding officer, a four-star General./0/65724/coverorgin.jpg?v=6efc9f636bd73c897646713071679320&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unaccidental Mafia Bride
"You will love me, I will make you love me. You will fall so hard, and maybe then I will not care about you anymore." Ever heard of the RED STRING theory? So Romantic. But a red string with a ruthless, possessive, mafia lord? Tough luck! There is no escape, the red string prevents you both from ever leaving each other. On the day Primrose was set to marry her true love, fate struck and her jealous best friend managed to ruin the wedding. She suddenly finds herself on an adventure of fated love, obsession, s*x, violence, and billionaire luxury when she cluelessly marries Egan Alexakis, after her groom abandons her at the altar. The Mafia lord is now determined to keep this woman who he believes is his salvation, and fate is on his side. Sunshine Prim was hooked by fate to cold-hearted Egan from birth, and it's their destiny to live and die by each other's side. Will Egan become a better man, or will Prim twist fate to bow to her own desires and get freedom from Egan?/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./1/119585/coverorgin.jpg?v=904f27186b9860f372f377d630b4046c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flesh And Blood: His Dark Obsession
I was just a lower-tier nobody when the Matriarch of the New York Famiglia offered me a dangerous deal: cure the ruthless Don Enzo's psychological trauma, and rise from the gutter. But Enzo's trauma was deadly. His two previous wives were rival assassins who hid micro-explosives in their breast implants. Now, he violently attacked any woman who came near him, terrified of surgically modified bodies. Just as I managed to break through his walls by proving my natural curves were entirely real, disaster struck. Camilla, a vicious mafia princess, burst into the Don's suite with corrupt doctors. "She is a fake silicone whore and an FBI rat!" She threw forged medical dossiers and deep-fake photos onto the table, rallying the entire syndicate to demand my immediate execution. Camilla even pulled out a surgical scalpel, shrieking that she would slice my chest open herself to prove I had wires hidden inside. I was surrounded by armed guards and hostile Capos, facing the terrifying prospect of the Don's lethal paranoia returning. Would he believe the digital lies and the syndicate's accusations over the warm truth his own hands had just verified? Instead of panicking, I calmly stepped forward and looked Camilla dead in the eye. I pulled down my collar to expose a fatal flaw in their deep-fake photos, revealing the permanent, dark bite mark the Don had just left on my bare skin. It was time to show them how a real Mafia Queen destroys her enemies./0/52749/coverorgin.jpg?v=ce518a0e8a02977ed8a2fdebba677583&imageMogr2/format/webp)
"Shadows of Allegiance: The Luca Moretti Chronicles."
The compelling mafia story "Shadows of Allegiance: The Luca Moretti Chronicles" chronicles Luca Moretti's ascent inside the infamous Valenti Family. Luca, thrust into a world of power, treachery, and allegiance, makes his way through the perilous waters of the underworld and establishes his value with a spectacular theft. As he gains notoriety, he teams up with Isabella Rossi in a risky partnership and they set out on a mission that strengthens their relationship in the face of danger. However, Luca discovers through a heartbreaking betrayal that almost brings the family to its knees that faith in the mafia is brittle. Luca sets out on a quest for vengeance that reveals unspoken realities about loyalty and the price of power. Compelled to function clandestinely, he surveils adversarial domains, uncovers machinations, and forms unforeseen coalitions to safeguard his kin./1/100444/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e314e4536e3497a20aa7cbd21f44688&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bloody Love
Vivian Harrison used to be an ordinary nurse at the hospital, but she had the rare Rh-negative blood type. Three years ago, she saved the life of the king of the underworld, Archie Palmer, who had been on the brink of death, with her blood. From that moment on, she had completely fallen for him. However, when Archie awoke, he just coldly handed her a marriage contract. "I never owe anyone a favor." The marriage, in the name of repaying a favor, became a gilded cage that confined Vivian for three years. Archie made Vivian his wife, yet he gave all his tenderness and devotion to a vivacious and innocent woman-Cassie Fuller. He would drive across half the city on a stormy night just to stay with Cassie because she was afraid of the dark. He would spend a fortune at an auction to acquire a piece of priceless jewelry, because Cassie said she liked it. Yet, all he ever offered Vivian was endless indifference and suspicion. When Cassie suffered even the slightest grievance, he would unhesitatingly lay all the blame on Vivian and even torment and punish Vivian in the cruelest ways. "Your blood disgusts me as much as you do, Vivian." Later, when Vivian took a fatal bullet for him and lay bleeding on the ground, he walked coldly past her, holding the frightened Cassie in his arms, without sparing Vivian even a glance. At that moment, Vivian finally understood that this marriage was nothing but a joke from the start. She decided that she would no longer play along with Archie. But when Vivian, her body battered and broken, resolutely left Archie, and Archie, who had always claimed he never loved Vivian, for the first time felt his eyes sting, and frantically searched for her all over the world./1/120560/coverorgin.jpg?v=7b980c0f9b802ae0fb373efd0ec03e4f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The True Mafia Princess Who Never Came Home
I am the true bloodline daughter of the Romano Syndicate, but my brother, the Don, hid me in a safe house while treating his adopted sister, Natalia, like the real mafia princess. Blood meant nothing to them. So I decided it would mean nothing to me. On my twenty-first birthday, Natalia publicly humiliated my impoverished past in front of his men just to steal my only birthday wish. My brother didn't stop her; instead, he indulged her cruelty just to keep her happy. When I finally decided to pack my bags and leave, they cornered me in a city boutique. Natalia maliciously crushed the only photograph of my dead adoptive parents under her designer heel. "Look at this garbage," she mocked, grinding the glass into my mother's smiling face. When I fought back, my own brother violently twisted my arms behind my back. He held his own blood sister defenseless just so the fake princess could slap me across the face. He claimed he had to protect the family from her tantrums, but all he did was treat my existence like a toxic infection. I finally understood that in this family, blood meant absolutely nothing. I dropped the trunk of mafia money, walked out the door, and boarded an off-the-grid freight train to the rural south. When the Don finally realized his mistake and brought the whole syndicate to my farm begging for my return, I didn't even blink./1/119587/coverorgin.jpg?v=c7608374c48b705976847dc4ace2d3ce&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Vitiello: The Bride Strikes Back
I was about to walk down the grand staircase to marry Dante Vitiello, a feared mafia Don, sealing a powerful blood oath between our Families. But at the bottom of the marble steps, I found his former mistress wearing an exact replica of my three-million-dollar bridal gown, bleeding from a minor scrape and screaming that I pushed her. Dante immediately stormed into the foyer, his dark eyes furious, and crushed my wrist in a violent grip. "Bow your head and apologize to her," he demanded in front of the entire underworld elite. His mother stepped forward and spat at me, calling me a vicious, jealous girl who brought shame to their empire. The surrounding made men and high-society guests whispered in condemnation, entirely taking his side. But the deepest betrayal wasn't his mistress crashing the wedding. I soon discovered Dante had ordered his legal team to draft a predatory annulment contract the night before. It was titled "Major Fault of the Bride," a meticulously planned trap designed to frame me and strip my family's port territories as reparations for this staged disaster. I looked at the man I was supposed to marry, realizing he thought I was just a naive pawn he could humiliate, rob, and discard. He truly believed I would break down in tears and submit to his power. Instead, I pulled out my encrypted phone and summoned the Mafia Commission's Arbitrator. "Cancel the marriage ceremony," I commanded coldly, preparing to shed my heavy bridal gown. "Tonight, there is no wedding."/1/120886/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b58fa026a557e1dab9c7b99eb726b96&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Devil's Son (The Debt)
Scarlette Voss has spent her life surviving alone, trusting no one and needing nothing. Until the night a bleeding stranger collapses into her apartment. Lucien Morretti, heir to one of the most powerful mafia empires, a man of lethal control and dangerous obsession. She could have walked away, but she saved him instead. Now, drawn into the shadowed world of Vesper Academy, an elite and ruthless institution for mafia heirs, Scarlett's is forced to play the role of Lucien's fiancée a claim he refuses to release and protection she never asked for. At Vesper, power is everything, weakness is hunted, and survival is a game only the cunning win. But Scarlette is no pawn. Her defiance and courage catch Lucien off guard, and soon their bond grows into a dangerous, magnetic obsession neither can resist. She saved a devil. But Lucien Morretti is about to find that she might be the only one who can own him in return./1/119589/coverorgin.jpg?v=db6b770925ec91e494da468acc355dfb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Sir: We Left You
I was married to the city's most feared Mafia Boss, but for the past four years, his true priority was always the widow of his fallen Capo. He claimed it was his sacred duty to protect her and her son. But this duty meant missing our seven-year-old son's birthday, giving my boy's custom-made present to the widow's child, and abandoning us every time she shed a fake tear. Over thirty agonizing days, I meticulously taught my son to sever his emotional bond with his father. I instructed him to stop saying 'Dad' and start addressing the Don coldly as 'Sir'. Blinded by his haste to rush back to the widow's side, my husband didn't even read the complex Syndicate documents I placed in front of him. He unknowingly signed away his full custodial rights and authorized our permanent relocation. He actually believed he could keep us waiting in his gilded cage while systematically destroying every promise he ever made to his own flesh and blood. How could a man who once swore to set the world on fire for our family become so ruthlessly blind to his own son's quiet grief? Today, the thirty-day irrevocable execution window officially closed. "I never want to see the Boss again, Mom. Let's go." As the Don sped off to deal with yet another of the widow's manufactured emergencies, I took my son and boarded an untraceable private jet, leaving the Boss to return to a completely empty home./1/121213/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d4716f096920da65ad503b7cb02296a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Ruthless Northern Warden
I waited eleven years to marry the Syndicate Underboss. But on the final night of the Old Ways, Silas laughed with his men and announced he would never claim me. Instead, he elevated his adopted sister, Serena, to his side. He left me standing entirely alone at the ceremonial altar, letting the whole mafia family mock me with vulture‑like pity. When I tore Serena's dress in a blind rage, he locked me in an underground fighting cage for his soldiers to jeer at, calling it a fair punishment. His mother openly called me damaged goods, and Silas threatened to give my entire dowry and family territories to Serena if I didn't bow down and apologize to her. For a decade, I endured his emotional abuse, only to realize I was just a convenient shield for his sick obsession with his sister. My heart finally went completely dead. I dropped his blood‑ruby engagement crest into the trash and burned eleven years of memories to ash. Then, I invoked the ancient laws of severance right to his face. "I'm breaking the arrangement." When Alessandro, the lethal Warden of the North, arrived with an armored motorcade to claim me as his Queen, Silas finally panicked. He chased my car, pounding on the glass with bloodshot eyes, begging me to come back. I just looked at him with flat, dead calm and rolled up the window./0/62813/coverorgin.jpg?v=5a846d2557aad24f7b056e4f78b78627&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sold to the mafia lord
(ADULT CONTENT) Lucia - I had gotten to the point in my life where I could totally understand why people felt the need to take their own life. It was a need a lot of people thought they understood but in reality didn't even know the half of it. I would know because it was a need I constantly battled with. My life was complete shit. I'd lost my parents at a young age, been tossed from one abusive chaotic home to the other until I'd finally decided I couldn't take it anymore and had run away. Only running away had made it worse. Way worse. Because living on the streets I witnessed a lot of things no young girl should ever witness. Then for a moment it seemed like I'd found love. He was kind, caring and sweet. But even that didn't last. I told myself then that I was completely done. At first I didn't want to live at all. Later on, I just wanted to live long enough to get my revenge on everyone who had dared to make my life miserable. I never expected I would want to live for him. Bruno - Inheriting a ruthless top mafia gang at a very young age did a lot of damage to someone. It certainly did a whole lot of damage to me. Fucked me up so bad I could no longer tell what was right from what was wrong. I could no longer separate what I needed to do from what I wanted to do. And it was fine, really. I didn't give a flying fuck what anyone thought about it. It was who I was now and there was no going back. At least that was what I'd thought. Until I'd met Lucia. I still couldn't explain it but seeing her up there, hands tied above her head as she waited for whatever asshole was going to buy her at the auction caused some kind of reaction in me. It was enough to tell me that I should probably let someone else buy her so she could be their problem. Unfortunately I'd never been one to stop myself from making a wrong decision. So I bought her anyway. And who would have guessed? She turned out to be the best decision I'd ever made./1/115050/coverorgin.jpg?v=29305298dcf167b7c4fbfb1b0e1eafc1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You Chose Her, Now Watch Me Leave
For five years, I was married to the most feared Mafia Don in New York. But my husband's heart only had room for one woman: my fragile, manipulative half-sister, Siena. He constantly used his absolute authority to protect her, even forgetting my deadly genetic allergy just to cater to her meals. The ultimate betrayal came during a hostage exchange with a rogue faction at the freezing East Docks. The kidnapper pressed a gun to Siena's head and demanded a one-for-one trade. The Mafia Queen for the sweet civilian. My husband and my son didn't hesitate for a single second. "Walk forward, Tessa," Cassio commanded, his voice devoid of any hesitation. "Go save my aunt!" my young son screamed from the car. I was shoved toward the ruthless mobsters and dragged onto their idling smuggling boat. When I looked back, Cassio was hurriedly wrapping his warm coat around Siena's shivering shoulders. He didn't look at me. Not even once. In that freezing rain, I finally realized my absolute worthlessness. I was never a wife or a mother; I was just a disposable bargaining chip. Memories of a past life suddenly flooded my mind—a life where I withered away in a cage, dying alone while Cassio stood over my hospital bed and whispered his final words. "I wish I had met Siena first." I looked down at the freezing, black ocean churning below the edge of the boat. An underground extractor had already prepared my new identity in Switzerland. With a sudden jerk, I ripped my arm out of the mobster's grip and stepped backward off the edge of the boat. This time, I chose to live for myself./0/99152/coverorgin.jpg?v=94c4757aa2f280cde931ddde5f9e2c89&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond The Billionaire's Cruel Obsession
For five years, I was married to a man the world adored. I told myself he wasn't a monster, just incapable of love. I learned the truth when his men dragged me from a hospital bed to bake a cake for the spoiled lover he cherished more than life. He let that man, Cinnamon, carve a painting into my back with a needle. He had me thrown into a walk-in freezer when I refused to cook. He even made me crawl through a swimming pool filled with broken glass, all to appease Cinnamon's cruel whims. I finally understood. My husband wasn't incapable of love; he was just incapable of loving me. He was a monster, but only for him. The day I walked out of that pool, bleeding and broken, my love for him was dead. The next morning, I finalized our divorce and bought every billboard in the city with my last dollar. My message was simple: "I, Adelaide Atkinson, am officially divorced from Alonzo Taylor. Best wishes for his future with Mr. Cinnamon Webster."/0/99153/coverorgin.jpg?v=5e56e3f9813570790a7e8cf832aed9e1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Unwanted Wife To Unreachable Queen
The day my guardian, Dante Moretti, announced his engagement was the day I started planning my death. Not a literal one, but the death of the girl who had orbited his world for ten years. He was the Don of the Moretti family, the man I'd secretly loved since I was a child. But with his new fiancée, Sofia, on his arm, he began to erase me. He even forgot my severe allergy, gifting me a watch that would blister my skin. He had ripped apart the diary where I confessed my love for him. "I am your guardian," he'd spat. "Do not ever cross that line again." Yet one night, drunk and stumbling, he crashed his mouth onto mine, his hands roaming my body as he pushed me against the wall. He groaned, but the name that escaped his lips wasn't mine. "Sofia..." When I screamed my own name—Elara—he shoved me away in horror. He wasn't horrified by his betrayal, but by the fact that he'd kissed the wrong woman. That was the final straw. I took the acceptance letter to a university in Toronto that I had kept hidden like a prayer. I called my estranged father and booked a one-way ticket. This time, I would burn my old life to the ground and leave nothing but ashes behind./0/99154/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4d760fba5fe2e6fd881b4f9d4b79e92&imageMogr2/format/webp)
