Mafia Books for Women
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The Mafia Don's Woman.
The Alfonso series✓ Book 2✓ He just regarded me, I suddenly felt self-conscious. What does he see me as now, did I change from the person he knew? "Why am I still here, you just terminated my employment." I broke the silence, for me, it was uncomfortable to stay under his dark gaze. "I dismissed you from that job because you will be my personal assistant now." He said. I stare at him like he has lost his mind, personal assistant? Why would that be me, considering our past it will be awkward between us to work directly together? "You are kidding, right?" He must be kidding because been his personal assistant? What for? I have planned out how I was going to survive in this company, by staying out of each other way and not crossing parts. Only for him to wake up this morning and decide that should be his personal assistant. "Am I?" No, he doesn't look like he's kidding. His expression is as serious as that of an ugly rock./1/104646/coverorgin.jpg?v=73a4e3fc004e46c364a7a1238444915e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Dead Husband Returned With Another Woman
Three years after I buried an empty casket for my husband, I found him alive in a grocery store parking lot. He was rubbing a stranger's pregnant belly, smiling a soft smile I had never seen in our years of marriage. My husband, the ruthless Don of Chicago, had become "Arthur," a gentle man with no memory of the empire he ruled or the wife he left behind. To protect his happiness, I swallowed my agony and lied. "I am his cousin," I told his pregnant fiancée, Mia. I brought them home to his estate, enduring the torture of watching him give her the tenderness that used to belong to me. But my mercy was rewarded with cruelty. Dante looked at me with cold, unfamiliar eyes and slapped divorce papers onto the table. "Sign them," he demanded, his voice devoid of emotion. "I want to marry Mia before the baby comes. I want a fresh start." He didn't know I was dying of a heart defect caused by the stress of grieving him. He didn't know I stalled for two weeks not for money, but because I wanted to be buried with his name. I died the morning the deadline arrived, taking the secret of my love to the grave. Ironically, that very night, a bullet grazed his temple during an ambush, unlocking the memories he had lost. He remembered the peach orchard. He remembered our blood oath. He remembered that I was his soulmate. He ran to my brother’s gates, screaming my name, blood pouring down his face, desperate to beg for forgiveness. But my brother just stood there, blocking the entrance to the cemetery with a cruel smile. "She waited for you every single day," he spat. "And you killed her."/0/80556/coverorgin.jpg?v=12a41cd7ad124a04886c70293bd31fae&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound to the Crime Boss
He was supposed to be her patient. Now she's running for her life with him. Sophia Carter is a top forensic psychologist, hired to study the mind of Chicago's most dangerous crime boss, Damian Russo. But just three sessions in, everything explodes literally. An attack hits the prison. And in the chaos, Damian escapes... taking Sophia with him. She's no longer just part of an evaluation. She's now the target. Dragged into a world of lies, power, and blood money, Sophia finds herself stuck between the man she's supposed to bring down and a deadly government official who will do anything to cover his tracks. Damian says he's not the real villain. But can she trust a man with blood on his hands? With the FBI hunting them and enemies closing in, one wrong move could destroy her life. Or worse her heart./1/104648/coverorgin.jpg?v=56d188f1b06be17def0ec72b987cf0a4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not For Sale: The Debt Is Paid
Seven years. That was the price tag attached to my father's life. When my father gambled away money he didn't have, Michael Vance paid the debt. He bought my father's safety, and in return, he bought me. I was nineteen then. A peasant girl he polished up to look like a mob wife. I was reapplying my lipstick in the vanity mirror of his armored SUV when I found a diamond choker tucked behind the sunshade. It was a million-dollar piece of jewelry that wasn't mine, engraved with a date that wasn't my birthday. That night at the gala, Michael threw his mistress's heavy fur coat at me. "Hold this, Sarah. Jessica gets hot easily." I stood there like a servant, buried under the scent of another woman’s perfume, watching my fiancé hold her on the dance floor with a tenderness he never showed me. When I stumbled from hunger, he called me a liability to his image. But when Jessica faked a crisis, he abandoned me at the venue to rush her home. I walked to the nearest trash can and shoved the expensive fur down past the half-eaten caviar. As the sugar from a cheap candy bar hit my bloodstream, the fog lifted. I realized I wasn't a wife-in-training. I was a debt that had been paid in full. I left the penthouse, the ring, and the life. But Michael wouldn't let his property go. He cornered me in a parking garage, screaming that I belonged to him, threatening to start a war. He didn't expect me to be standing next to David Chen, the Underboss of the rival Triad faction. And he certainly didn't expect me to take off my Louboutin stiletto and use it as a weapon. "I don't love you, Michael," I said, looking him in the eye as he knelt on the concrete. "And I'm not for sale anymore."/1/104649/coverorgin.jpg?v=cbe139eef86efbd4cb64fa210ab337eb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Jilted Mafia Heiress Takes It All
I stood at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral, the daughter of New York’s most feared Don, ready to lower myself to marry a common soldier. Then, a toddler in the front pew shrieked, "Daddy." Liam didn't squeeze my hand for reassurance. He dropped it like it was a branding iron. In front of five hundred of the criminal elite, he ran down the aisle, scooping up his secret child and the mistress who had been blackmailing him. He left me standing there, humiliated and alone. Three months later, the "Jilted Princess" title still clung to me. Yet, Liam had the audacity to bring her to my father's birthday gala. Sarah, wearing a dress far too tight and a smug smile, cornered me in the middle of the ballroom. She wanted to twist the knife. "He hates you, you know," she screamed, loud enough for the Dons and Capos to hear. "He says sleeping with you was like sleeping with a statue. He chose real love! He chose a family!" The room went deathly silent. Liam looked at me with pity, thinking he had won. He thought I was broken. He thought I was alone. I took a slow sip of my champagne and set the glass down. "I am not alone, Sarah," I said calmly. I turned toward the shadows near the entrance. "Ethan?" I called out. The crowd parted instantly for the scarred, lethal man who stepped forward—The Ghost of Chicago, the most feared Underboss in Europe. He walked over and wrapped a heavy, possessive arm around my waist. "I’d like you to meet my husband," I told a horrified Liam. "And our daughter is waiting upstairs."/0/79463/coverorgin.jpg?v=1b18f21d50bc982318fc12072ec907df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Devil's Little Angel
Running from hell, and towards the devil. Having caught her betrothed and her stepmother in an unforgivable act, Calista runs away into the arms of a stranger-Roman Cappellucci, the cold, calculating, and dangerous mafia boss of Chicago. Roman has worked his way to the top of the criminal underworld with brutality. He proposes a deal: marry him, and he'll protect her. No feelings. No questions. Just safety in exchange for her obedience. But safety has its price It's supposed to be simple, a marriage of convenience for her protection. But don't they say the angel you know is better than the devil you don't know? Things take a twisted, darker turn when Roman's truest nature begins to unfold. He is not the savior she thinks he is; he is the devil that would set the world ablaze for her sake. The abyss she wants to drown in, even though he is ruthless and emotionless. Yet with every passing day, Calista begins to chip away at the ice around Romano's heart. And despite every warning in her head, she finds herself drawn to him-not out of fear, but fascination. Her protector Her obsession Her every darkest fantasy. Because the devil didn't just save her. He claimed her./0/88693/coverorgin.jpg?v=5d993f16fa290b218f09b6b11d13e19a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Forgotten Night
She was his mistake. He became her cage. But fate made them each other's salvation. When Annabelle woke up sore and confused after her graduation night, she fled the hotel room-never knowing the man she left behind would haunt her forever. Years later, she's trapped in the mansion of billionaire Richard Barton, forced to become his mistress. He wants revenge. She wants freedom. Neither expects the shattered pieces of their past to fit so cruelly together. A sick child. A secret identity. A marriage neither asked for. And a love that neither can deny. Just when things begin to heal, a scandal rips them apart again. But love has its own agenda-and secrets don't stay buried forever. Will Annabelle ever forgive him? Can Richard protect her from the enemies she once called family?/0/70390/coverorgin.jpg?v=8a46d1114f6950112a672ebaf2ec718e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BETRAYED BY THE MAFIA LORD
"Why do you remind me so much of my wife?" he asked. "Maybe I am her," she replied. Sophia agreed to marry Leo, a renowned Mafia Lord, after spending the night with him. She spent two years trying to make her marriage work, and just when she thought things were going her way, Leo announced he was leaving her for another woman. She fled the country after almost being murdered by Leo's new fiancée and met Quinn, another infamous Mafia who promised to exact revenge on those who wronged her. Now, she returns with a thirst for revenge and a little replica of her ex-husband. What happens when old sparks begin to fly? Will she stick to her quest for revenge or abandon it and follow her heart?/0/56311/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb2bb6a48ed49529bc2b3588470c5f8c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Abducted By the Mafia Brothers
Vladimir Perazzo is the devil of Venice. He is everything sin stands for. Ruthless, remorseless, and merciless are the words that do no justice to what he is and what horrifying and monstrous things he has done. Zarina has always been an unordinary girl. Being raised in terrible circumstances, she thinks she has seen the worst of the worst and that no one in the world really cares. When fate intervenes and entwines their lives together, they will learn they have much more in common than they thought./0/67575/coverorgin.jpg?v=2f8240abd328f1469bfb8f6f6a2f3608&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Last Words: Married for Revenge
A brilliant career, immense wealth, stunning beauty, and being born into a conglomerate family perfectly describe Laila's life. Moreover, she has just tied the knot at a young age with her first love, Renald. Despite her father's vehement objections, she managed to convince him that Renald was the best choice. However, her life soon turned into a disaster. The man she fought so hard for was embroiled in a scandal with someone close to her. Renald not only betrayed her but also stripped her of nearly all her wealth. At the same time, Laila uncovered the shocking truth that her father was a ruthless murderer. Overwhelmed with turmoil, she transformed into a vengeful monster, bringing Renald and the other woman to their knees, haunted by shadows of death. Yet, amidst her quest for revenge, she uncovered a startling revelation about her husband. He turned out to be a specter from her family's past, now determined to claim her throne. Meanwhile, her father was teetering on the brink of ruin. So, who is Renald really? Can Laila carry out her plans amidst the barrage of unexpected truths?/1/102617/coverorgin.jpg?v=81a3d7235a720e3c8d16ea9c3cd713be&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayed Wife: Hiding The Mafia Boss's Son
I woke up wrapped in the arms of a man I believed would burn the world for me. Michael Thorne was the underworld’s golden boy, and I was pregnant with his legacy. But by sunset, the illusion shattered. During our family brunch, the doors burst open and a woman dragged a four-year-old boy into the room. The child had Michael’s nose. His chin. "Tell them who Leo is!" the woman screamed. Michael froze. He didn't deny it. While I stood there in shock, his mistress lunged at me, clawing at my face. My husband hesitated. In that split second, I realized I wasn't his wife; I was just an incubator for his empire. He had kept a secret family as an insurance policy. My father destroyed Michael’s career in an hour, stripping him of his money and status. But I wanted to destroy his soul. He begged for forgiveness, weeping, claiming he loved our unborn child more than anything. So I placed a hand on my stomach and looked him dead in the eye. "There is no baby, Michael," I lied. "Your legacy is dead." As he fell to his knees, broken, I walked away to build my own empire—with the son he would never know existed./1/112629/coverorgin.jpg?v=a19aa95cd9de58e3f143db2df60707ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don
"You're leaving," Lorenzo said softly. Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!" "You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now." "Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him. Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly. "I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly. She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud. "Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!" "You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine." "I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!" Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked. Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks. "I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly. Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..." "I can't," he whispered. And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her. *************** Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark. But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den. The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows. Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive. Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down?/0/88851/coverorgin.jpg?v=41391cdce2781fc8db7b8f335eed06a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia King's Forbidden Obsession
I was supposed to marry his son... But the Mafia King wanted me for himself. When Selene Marcellus walks in on her boyfriend cheating, her life shatters. But things only get worse when his father Caspian Santoro, the cold and powerful Mafia King shows up with a shocking truth: Selene's real father is a Mafia don, and a war is coming. To protect her family, Selene agrees to a fake engagement. But nothing about this new life feels fake. Especially not the way Caspian looks at her. Controls her. Owns her. Caspian Santoro is power, danger, and sin in a suit. The more Selene fights him, the deeper she falls. But the underworld has plans for her and so does Ivan Sokolov, the Russian boss who's not what he seems. Trapped between three men, two empires, and one deadly secret, Selene must choose: burn for love or kill for it. In the Mafia world, blood isn't thicker than power. It's the price of survival./0/61944/coverorgin.jpg?v=aab5346b646b398817c727cf0ce79fb5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Lord's Obsession
"120 million, going, going," the auctioneer announced, a proud smile gracing my face as I became Jaylen's dollar price doll. The smile faded the moment I heard, "200 million," some random young man raised his number with a smirk on his face from the other side of the hall, I guess this person was trying to challenge Jaylen but this wasn't the time for that. Kylie Candace Kazimir is one of the highest paid assassins but what happens when she is given a job by an anonymous person to eliminate one of the youngest, most successful and notorious mafia lords, Jaylen Noire Adryan. How will this one job affect her life? who gave her this Job and why? let's watch and see how Kylie will manage to pull this off or will she?/1/109032/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e364b285e8a2d439bb3245298a943c0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Engaged to the Devil, Loved by His Shadow
Arranged to marry the most ruthless mafia don in the city, Serafina learns early that obedience is the price of survival. Luca De Santis doesn't love, he owns. And she is his most valuable possession. Inside an empire built on blood, fear, and unbreakable loyalty, there is only one man who never looks at her like property. Matteo De Santis. Luca's cousin. His enforcer. His shadow. Falling in love with him is forbidden. Being discovered means death. As loyalty fractures and betrayal ignites, Serafina is forced to choose: remain a silent bride to a monster or rise beside the man willing to burn the empire for her. In a world where love is treason, survival demands rebellion./1/105747/coverorgin.jpg?v=4886953d6eb03b162221d3a8ed57a03f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Discarded Wife Was The Real Boss
I spent fifteen years building my husband's mafia empire, coding the complex algorithms that washed his blood money clean. But on my thirty-fifth birthday, instead of a gift, I received a photo of his hand resting on another woman's thigh. When I confronted him, Dustin didn't apologize. He brought his pregnant mistress, Jami, into our penthouse and told me to accept the hush money. "You have nothing except what I give you," he sneered, treating me like a slow servant rather than the mastermind behind his success. The argument turned violent. He shoved me hard, sending me crashing into a solid oak nightstand. As I lay on the floor, bleeding and dizzy from a split forehead, I watched the man I loved step over my body to comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen heirloom ring. He didn't check my pulse. He didn't call for help. He looked at me with pure disgust and turned his back. In that moment, the wife died, and the witness was born. He thought I was powerless because I had no assets in my name. He thought I would fade away quietly. He forgot one crucial detail: I wasn't just the furniture in his castle. I was the architect. Every server, every encrypted drive, every hidden account—I owned the code. I wiped the blood from my face and walked out the door, but I didn't go to a lawyer. I went to a hardware store and bought a ten-pound sledgehammer. I wasn't going to just leave him. I was going to delete him./1/101681/coverorgin.jpg?v=36fb4fef058532f4475c2f7d9d42ca28&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Married My Ex-husband's Beloved Woman's Father After Being Betrayed
My mother, Mary Willis, was bitten by a snake, and the snake's owner was none other than Jennifer Walker, my husband's beloved woman. When I called my husband, Timothy Rossi, he was on vacation with Jennifer. "Please come back, Timothy. Mary's condition is very serious." But he merely sighed and soothed me as if I were throwing a tantrum. "I'm in Arngueuil Isles with Jennifer right now. She's been feeling down lately..." So Timothy ignored my humble plea and resolutely hung up the phone. At that moment, all my strength crumbled to dust. In despair, I could only cling to the hem of the man in front of me-Samuel Walker, Jennifer's father, a notoriously ruthless and brutal Mafia boss./0/65701/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb899752b638d08a64ef4863c6f43290&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mafia's Nanny
Emilia's world is crumbling-her brother is in desperate need of a kidney transplant, and she's sold everything to keep him alive. She's on the verge of loosing it all when something unexpected happens at the hospital. Mistaken for the mother of a mafia lord's daughter, Emilia's life does a 180 turn.. Alaric Castillo, cold and commanding, demanded she became his daughter's nanny, and she agreed-on one condition. He'll pay for her brother's surgery. A tight bond forms between Emilia and the child. But the more time she spends with Alaric, the more she discovers a side of him that's buried beneath layers of control and power. What started as a reluctant partnership soon became something deeper, but in a world ruled by secrets and enemies, love is a dangerous game. Caught between her past, her present with Alaric, and the deadly feud that is trying to ruin them all, Emilia must decide-will she fight for her heart or walk away from the only family she's ever known?/0/92452/coverorgin.jpg?v=1fd638539e4f58a48e422f27515b9026&imageMogr2/format/webp)
After My Fiancé Sent Me to the Mafia's Bed I Sent Him to Hell
On the cruise ship, my fiancé's beloved, Cathy Begum, botched an important performance, which angered the mafia group behind it. The mafia's leader, Nate Adams, declared he would ruin Cathy's piano-playing hands. My fiancé, Chris Dobson, seemed unconcerned, focusing on feeding me soup. However, I fainted soon. When I awoke, I found myself naked and bound to the bed in Nate's room. Chris was tenderly holding Cathy's hands, his face filled with concern. "Cathy makes her living with her hands. I can't just watch them get ruined. You just need to stay with Nate for one night, and once he's calmed down, I'll come get you." I snorted with derision. "What makes you think Nate will calm down? What if he gets even angrier?"/1/101682/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f20351519d47f160a7449848883b6c2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
